Breathless

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Hey! You f***ing b*tch!

You wanna die?

Get over here!

- Let go of me!

- I don't wanna.

Are you not gonna let go?

- You are really f***ing around.

- Oh? You crazy b*tch.

Hit me! Hit me!

- Hit me, you son of a b*tch!

- Alright, you f***ing b*tch.

- Hey!

- Get over here!

- Let go! You crazy bastard!

- Crazy bastard?

- You crazy bastard!

- Get over here!

Why are you taking it, you c*nt?

Stupid b*tch.

Breathless

Welcome!

Did you fill the tank up or not?

Yes, it's all filled up.

Hey...

Kim Sang Hoon you bastard!

I told you to come by 8, didn't I?

Son of a b*tch.

It's going to be a f***ing tough

day at the site, get your act together.

Stop with this being late stuff.

Order Sang Hoon some Chinese delivery.

Yes.

Come over here.

Joong Hwa Restaurant. Calling from

Sung Shim Service providers here.

Make that one more Chinese delivery.

We all demand the university president

step down from his post.

Step down! Step down!

Five. We are determined to go

to any measure to achieve this.

We are going to proceed with

a violent demonstration to resolve this.

Determined! Determined!

F***ing bastards f*** off home!

What the f*** do the wankers

think they're doing?

At this holy university, f***ing c*nts.

Ah, ah...

Go home and drop dead!

F***ing a**holes.

Good Job!

Hey, well done all of you.

- Hey, Myung Sam!

- Yes.

- Byung Hee

- Yes.

- Hyeok Soo

- Yes

- Jin Shik

- Yes.

- Yong Joon

- Yes.

- Hong Seok

- Yes.

Well done all of you.

Get here by 12 tomorrow in time...

to have lunch together.

Here you go.

Let's go for one and then

go home to get some good rest.

Yes.

Okay, you did a good job all of you.

Now off you go.

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- Get some rest.

- Okay.

- Treat yourselves to the sauna or something.

- Yes.

Hey!

Well done.

And...

I'm asking you a favor...

It's one thing being daring

on site and all

but you need to sort out if you're

beating up our boys or the other side.

The poor boys feel bad enough

as it is beating people up for money.

How do you think they feel about

getting beaten up by the same side?

Why is mine so thin?

Is it a f***ing love letter?

I'm asking you why it's so thin,

you f***ing c*nt.

You c*nt,

check the contents

before you kick up a fuss.

Think before you open that

trap of yours, you bastard.

Like I'm going to treat the boys

the same way I treat you?

And you bastard!

however close friends we are,

I am four years older than you.

Show some respect,

at the very least, in front of the boys.

It's not like your dick is going to

get chopped off if you do.

F***ing bastard.

Who asked you

to write me a check? C*nt.

Yeah, it's all my fault.

Hey!

Hey, bastard!

This is what you call money,

what you live on.

The bastard doesn't hear

what l'm saying.

Do you want a smack?

Aren't you going to take it?

Huh?

Just stuff it, bastard.

You shoulda taken it

at the start, bastard.

If I give it to you,

just take it, okay?

Little runt.

Are you not gonna say bye bye?

Cock. Bastard.

Your teeth are going to rot, idiot.

Aren't you going to let go?

Hyung In.

What's that in your hand?

- Who gave it to you?

- Uncle Filipovic.

- Mum, you can have the strawberry one.

- Okay.

Hey!

Sort this out before you go!

Crazy!

You stupid b*tch.

I see you're alive.

I thought you were dead.

What do you think you're doing,

laying your hands on an elder?

B*tch. Go and die.

I wiped it off.

Go off home and ask mummy

to make you dinner.

Go home and study.

As you got smacked in the trap,

if it hurts bill me for medical expenses.

Hey!

Pay me the medical expenses then!

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