Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl
Sitting across from Ho Sung, the champion rang the bell quietly. As the manager walked toward them, shaking uncontrollably, Min Sung wiped the blood on his hands with a wet towel and said to the manager, "I'll pay for all the damage I caused. Is our order almost ready? Oh, and we're gonna need another bottle of soju."
"R-right away, sir!" the manager said, frightened. After running to the kitchen, he brought out another bottle of soju.
"Are soldiers of the Central Institute in the habit of killing civilians?" Min Sung asked Ho Sung as he poured himself a cup of water.
"Rarely. They care about their reputation, surprisingly."
"Reputation, huh?" Min Sung said, chuckling while drinking his water. At that moment, the Lich Doll, still half asleep, crawled out of his pocket. Looking at the unconscious soldiers, the doll's deep, dark eyes sparkled dangerously.
"Master? Can I?" the doll asked.
"Can you what?" Min Sung asked back.