Hyeongsa sucheob Page #5

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you look so down.

Those stars sure

do look pretty.

Don't you think?

Yup.

But did you just say "yup"?

Yup.

Please, just for once.

When will you ever

address me as "sir"?

People will think that

I didn't teach you anything.

I think I left a

difficult job to you.

- Then what's your name?

- It worries me all the time.

I'm Sweet Flower Moon.

Doctor!

What are you doing under

a married woman's belly?

What do you think?

I'm just stroking her belly

because she feels sick,

- you dummy.

- You melt taffy and

omen with your tongue.

But yours melted too much.

Nothing's left.

What a waste.

We're almost there.

Good job.

It's money you told

me you needed.

If the deal goes through today,

we'll definitely

seal some evidence.

So don't wait for

Detective Ahn's team

and go take a rest.

You probably haven't

been home for days.

Sir, we'll be going now.

How about some hot soup first?

Have this at least

on the way.

I'm telling you

this story's true!

Thanks for the drink.

Wait, you should pay instead

for listening to my story!

Hold on!

Damn it, this sucks!

But I'm totally broke.

It's freezing like hell!

I'm sorry.

Autumn seemed like

just yesterday,

but it's snowing already?

Since the country

is in turmoil,

so is the damn weather.

Have you seen a

pretty girlish-looking guy,

and a middle-aged man

wearing a hat?

Can I also have

a hot soup here?

A really steamy one.

If I'm supposed to

meet Namsoon here,

then she should be on time.

You brought the money, right?

No one tailed you, right?

What are you talking about?

If the stuff is real,

then we can pay more for it.

Red hot chili pepper, please.

Hot as Namsoon's temper.

Looks delicious.

Scram!

Cut it off! Who cares

if you cut off my hand!

Minister of Home Affairs,

how about giving up?

He has no guts to

overturn the game.

He's just like our king.

The rich are busy

hoarding goods

in this counterfeit-ridden country.

The poor are becoming homeless

and turn into thieves.

All our country's scholars

are begging the king to act,

but he's being hesitant like

the Home Affairs Minister.

Now, once the

ast piece is laid down,

all we have left is a big celebration,

right Minister Song?

Who are you looking for?

Move!

How dare you!

I told you to move.

I'm very pissed, you see.

So I could just kill someone.

You.

You.

You!

I'm a crazy b*tch.

For seeing a beast like you

as a real person even for

a moment makes me a crazy b*tch.

You rotten bastard!

Are you ignoring me?

Freeze!

I said freeze!

You dare try to run away?

Look at you.

Looking like some pretty pansy.

I knew what you were all along.

I knew it!

- Please leave.

- To where?

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