Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl
Though it was a hot summer, there was something enticing about the soft, fluffy chunks of tofu doused in piping hot broth. Arriving at the restaurant known for its soondubu soup, Ho Sung said,
"We're here, SIR."
"I don't like your tone."
Min Sung pulled Bowl out of his pocket, tossed it at Ho Sung and said, "Bite."
At which point, Bowl opened its mouth agape and bit Ho Sung's thigh.
"Aaaaaagh!" Ho Sung let out in excruciating pain. However, paying no attention to it, Min Sung got out of the car, walked over to the driver's seat, and tapped on the window. When Ho Sung, who was on the verge of crying from the pain, rolled the window down, Bowl leapt out of the window and into its master's pocket.
"Ho Sung Lee," Min Sung said.
"Sir," Ho Sung replied, his face pale from enduring the pain.
"I need you to look into the demons."
"You mean now?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
" Right away, sir," Ho Sung said, lowering his gaze while r...