Once they got in the car and drove out of the restaurant's parking lot, Bang Jin-Hun stomped on the accelerator.

“Why did you want to see me for?” Kang Jin-Ho asked.

The two of them hadn't set up an appointment or anything like that. What happened was that Bang Jin-Hun suddenly phoned Kang Jin-Ho in the middle of his dinner with Jo Gyu-Min and asked where they were. Kang Jin-Ho revealed where he was, and that was about it, really. Bang Jin-Hun simply barged in here on his own accord.

Bang Jin-Hun chuckled and replied, "I figured it's about time we get to know more about each other. So, here we are."

“At this late at night?” Kang Jin-Ho cocked an eyebrow.

"Well, we martial artists are kinda like unemployed bums, you see?"

“I'm sorry?”

Bang Jin-Hun smirked before clarifying himself. "We call ourselves martial artists, but... Let's be real, we don't really do anything, we don't need to commute on time, and we do what we want on our own schedule. And we tend to find the nights a bit more... shall we say, comfortable? If you flip the day and night around, you could correctly guess our behavioral patterns. Watching the sunrise makes us sleepy, so to speak."

“...Mm.” Kang Jin-Ho furrowed his brow.

‘Wait, now that I think about it, wasn't the demon cult also like that...?'

He recalled hearing a similar explanation a few times back in Zhongyuan. No wonder the government back then disliked the martial artists, calling them a bunch of lazy, good-for-nothing bums...

“Even so, isn't this getting a bit too...