The tattooed man growled and threatened. “This punk! You wanna have a go, is that it?”

Kang Jin-Ho couldn't understand it, so he asked once again, “Tell me, what did I do to inconvenience you?”

“Are you f*cking asking me that for real?!”

That dumb reply made Kang Jin-Ho groan softly. He could just about grasp the fact that he had done something wrong. What the tattooed man had just said a few seconds ago was enough of a hint for Kang Jin-Ho to figure out the overall mood in this particular living quarters.

However, the sour mood couldn't objectively be blamed on Kang Jin-Ho. That didn't make logical sense. Even then, he was ready to respect their opinions if they felt subjective pain from his actions. He was even prepared to apologize if necessary.

The thing was, though, something like that could only be possible when people were ready to talk. Who in their right mind would want to discuss like grown-ups when the other party tried to strong-arm you with a barrage of insults and threats of violence?

“If I did something wrong, I'm prepared to apologize,” said Kang Jin-Ho. Despite the other party's attitude, he still chose to be patient.

Unfortunately, the tattooed man didn't seem to be in the mood to talk. “If you did something wrong? This f*cker, are you trying to make me look like a liar?!”

Just before Kang Jin-Ho could retort to that, the exit suddenly flew open, and an assistant instructor waltzed in. "What do you think you are doing!"

The tattooed man immediately clamped his mouth shut.

“Ahaha, sir. We were just messing around…” one of the recruits,...