The Return of the Disaster-Class Hero

Chapter 6: What a crazy bastard (2)

There was a saying that education starts at the dining table. Of course, each household chose which lessons to teach, and it differed greatly depending on the disposition of the parents.

"Ah. I should've just punched that otaku."

"Baby, stop! You're just wasting your breath on him."

At the very least, these people's parents should have taught them not to speak in such a way. A smile blossomed on Lee Gun's lips.

The couple went on.

"I bet they caused the scene around the Devil's Tower. That's why Lee Gun came into focus for no reason."

"It's fine, baby. I'll make you feel all better tonight. Don't worry about them."

"Alright. I'll be patient. Bum!" Even though the man had met Lee Gun for the first time, he called Lee Gun a bum.

Even Lee Gun wouldn't call someone a name if he had met them for just ten seconds. Moreover, his mind was preoccupied with a question. Everyone was calling him a Lee Gun wannabe. The forty-year-old Mr. Hwahng, who he had met outside the tower, had asked him whether he was the child of Lee Gun or not.

'At the very least, my face looks nothing like my old self.' While exiting the tower, Lee Gun had thrown away any gear that people might recognize. They had been too cumbersome to carry around. Therefore, he had no idea why people were calling him a fake. However, it didn't matter in the end.

"Hey, you two cockroaches over there!" He called out to the rude couple.

The couple looked back at him in surprise.

"What? Cockroaches?"

"Are you talking about us?"

"Yes, I'm talking about you two monkeys." Lee Gun made a hand gesture as if he were calling for his dog.

His actions baffled the couple, and they lagged in disbelief.

"He's lost his mind."

The couple approached Lee Gun and his companions. Seeing this, Mr. Hwahng and the teen became scared stiff. It was inevitable.

'Fuck! They are from the Gemini temple!' Their gazes headed toward the man's neck and the clothes worn by him. His cardigan had a large emblem stitched into it, and his neck had a large tattoo of the same emblem. This emblem signified the god in Japan. Only one person could display and divine receive protection that emblem without repercussion. 'Shit! Why did we have to cross the number one temple in Korea!'

The couple seemed to be enjoying the current situation. It was odd to be called out like that, but it wasn't like they had good intentions in the first place. As expected, the man got close to Lee Gun as if he had been waiting for this moment. Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he fiendishly curled his lips.

"What, you otaku bastard? Did I get it right? Are you some Lee Gun wannabe?" The man was about to grind the butt of the cigarette on Lee Gun's face. "Or are you just mad I'm bad-mouthing Lee Gun? Stop sucking him off— Koohk?!"

The man almost bit his tongue.

"Ooh! Ooh!"

The man had taken a blow to his shin. The pain was so intense that the man felt as if his shin were burning. He couldn't even scream; he just opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

Lee Gun laughed. He didn't care whether he was called an imposter or not. "You should apologize first for smoking in the streets."

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