✔ 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 [𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒]

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. 𝟕:𝟎𝟎 𝐏𝐌. 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.

𝟏𝟐 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄.

"Full house."

Leisurely, Oh Sehun uncovered his hand, interlocked his fingers contentedly, and surveyed his three counterparts with an unaffected expression on his face. One of the men jumped up, cursing, because he had unfortunately bet his entire property, and thus the last thing he had left, on this game. In desperation, he reared up threateningly in front of the poker table, his colleagues sliding aside to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

"You rotten bastard, you cheated!" he insulted the winner, flailing reproachfully in front of Sehun's face, whose spectacle he cared absolutely nothing about.

The young man to Sehun's right, his current companion and confidant, stood up jerkily to protect his leader in case of an attack. "You dare to speak to the leader of the Riots like that?"

In fact, the Riots were a specially organized group created solely to purge, and the mastermind of this organization was today's winner of this poker round. Finding people who delighted in the deaths of others had been an easy game for Sehun. The Internet had been made for this, because there were masses of people who wanted to live out their morbid ideas. And many of them had been taken with his kind.

In his group there were even a few racist foreigners who had come to Korea especially to experience the pleasure of razing a few of these 'gooks' and 'rice-eaters' to the ground. Accordingly, Sehun had to deal with a lot of sick heads that night.

His confidant, on the other hand, was different.

He was a kind of friend, even though Sehun would claim not to have any friends.

But this young man was loyal.

And loyalty could not be bought in certain things. Therefore, he silenced him with a simple wave of his hand.

"Calm down, Hoony. You know dogs don't cheat." Sehun closed his eyes. Took a relaxed breath before piercing the agitated man with a cold stare. "Humans, on the other hand, do."

The addressed Hoony, gave his black-haired leader a rueful look. With an implied bow, he retreated with half a step, leaving it to Sehun to decide how to deal with this idiot. In the background, some people, including many Riots members, had become aware of the situation at the poker table and their conversations fell silent. Everyone stared over at them as Sehun rose from his chair.

"I-I ... I didn't mean to ..."

"Be rude?" asked Sehun. "Oh, please. I apologize for my little puppy's boorish behavior." He pointed to his companion with his right hand. "He still needs to be educated." The Korean emphasized the last words a bit more sternly and gave him a look that made Hoony duck his head. He turned back to the loser who, in Sehun's opinion, had given in far too quickly and looked at his trembling hands and the sweat on his brow. His nostrils were quivering and his pulse could be seen uncontrollably on his carotid arteries.