Gi-Gyu and Tae-Shik’s conversation continued for a long time. As Tae-Shik listened attentively, he frowned anxiously at times; at others, he looked at Gi-Gyu with obvious pride. When Gi-Gyu told him about what happened with Ironshield, Tae-Shik became furious. 

Mentally replacing Gi-Gyu for himself, Tae-Shik felt as if he was tortured for days and swore, “Those bastards!”

Gi-Gyu smiled bitterly, feeling grateful for Tae-Shik’s empathy. 

‘I’m so thankful hyung is here for me.’

Tae-Shik asked, “So Rogers Han did that? Toffee-nosed bastard! But, are you sure he’s really dead?”

“Well, I stabbed his neck, so I think so,” replied Gi-Gyu with a shrug.

“He’s a member of the Iron Guild, so you never know. There is still a chance he might be alive. I’ll look into it, so don’t worry too much about it. Anyway, about what happened…” Tae-Shik couldn’t finish his sentence as he hesitated. Gi-Gyu had just told him he killed a man. Now, any other normal human would’ve freaked out or even ran out straight away. Not Tae-Shik, though. He was actually more worried that the guy Gi-Gyu murdered, the Toffee-nosed bastard, could be alive. So, Gi-Gyu couldn’t help but find this conversation a little ironic. 

When Tae-Shik stalled awkwardly, Gi-Gyu offered, “Please feel free to say whatever you want, Hyung.”

“I wanted to ask you if you’re okay. I mean, really, okay? That bastard deserved to die, of course. And if you hadn’t killed him, I certainly would have. But this is your first time killing someone, so…”

Gi-Gyu gave him another bitter smile and replied, “I actually feel perfectly fine, which is a little unsettling. But now that I think about it, I believe...