“You stinking pieces of traaaaaash!” Ju Yeong-Gi's voice, tinged with sorrow and lamentation—and a healthy dollop of rage—rang out within the pizzeria.

And the two targets of his yell couldn't dare express their dissatisfaction as they knew the insults and scolding were fully justified this time.

“I'm sorry,” said Kang Jin-Ho.

“Yeah, me too...” Park Yu-Min lowered his head.

Ju Yeong-Gi's face reddened even more as he began pointing fingers at his friends. “You think your apologies can fix this?! You bastards! People might think I'm the boss and you two are my lackeys or something! Even part-timers wouldn't act like you two nowadays! You think everything will be fine just because something happened, and you couldn't be bothered to pitch up to work! Ah?!”

“...I'm sorry.”

“Blooming hell! Kids these days just don't have any sense of duty! So bloody irresponsible, I tell ya! My generation would never dare do this kinda nonsense!”

Although they were of the same age, Ju Yeong-Gi had entered the job market (?) earlier than his friends, giving him the necessary experience and clout to lecture his friends like a boomer nearing his retirement date!

“You shouldn't behave like that when you're working for someone else, don't you know that! You must, at the very least, finish the work assigned to you first before going off on your merry ways! Am I wrong?! Isn't your intention the most important thing regardless of whatever you're trying to do?! In that case, how dare you not get your asses to work when it hasn't been that long since we opened our doors?! Ah?!”

Kang Jin-Ho and Park Yu-Min progressively...