“Gee whiz. You look like sh*t,” said Lee Seong-Hwi, a mocking smirk plastered all over his face.0

“Sure, go ahead and laugh. I know I’m in no shape to defend myself from your mockery,” said the man mocked by Lee Seong-Hwi. However, his glare remained sharp and cold. “However, you mocking me is kind of ironic, don’t you think? I might look like sh*t, but it’s not as bad as your state, I’d say.”0

Grit!0

Lee Seong-Hwi clenched his teeth. His bloodshot eyes glared at the man before him. “You better watch your mouth, Kim Seok-Il. I can kill you with just a snap of my fingers at any time I want.”0

“I'm sure that's the case. However, that's not something to brag about, now is it? Even a three-year-old can kill me in my current state, anyway. No, wait. I guess it makes sense for you to brag about it. It suits your level, after all,” said Kim Seok-Il snarkily as he relaxedly sat in a wheelchair. Despite being unable to use any of his limbs, he still remained a fiery, despicable character.0

Lee Seong-Hwi glared murderously at Kim Seok-Il before slowly nodding away. “I see that your sh*tty personality still hasn’t softened yet.”0

“That's not going to happen,” Kim Seok-Il tutted. “People become more timid when something scares them to death. They are scared that doing things according to their whims might invite untold disaster. So, they hold themselves back and give up on things...0