Seol Jihu didn’t feel tired even though the flight lasted longer than 8 hours.

That was because he flew first class.

The seats were expensive, costing about 10 million won per person, but the price didn’t matter because most of them had already made a name for themselves in Paradise.

After all, the tickets were worth only about 20 silver coins in Paradise currency.

As a result, they had an enjoyable flight and didn’t have to wait long to receive their luggage.

On the other hand, he did feel sorry.

Eun Yuri was from a wealthy family, so she could afford the ticket, but Yi Seol-Ah and Yi Sungjin were in a tight spot.

He later found out that Jang Maldong had paid for their seats.

He should’ve been the one to take care of their financial needs since he was the representative and all, but because he had his hands full with matters concerning his family, he failed to notice the sibling’s situation. Seol Jihu blamed himself for that.

When they walked out of Honolulu Airport, the members who had arrived in advance were waiting for them outside.

“Hey! Look here!”

Seol Jihu gave a faint smile when he noticed Chohong waving her arms at them as loudly as ever.

She was dressed in the same casual style she maintained in Paradise— a sleeveless shirt and dolphin shorts.

Next to Chohong stood Hugo with a broad smile across his face, dressed in a blue shirt with a floral pattern and white tennis shorts.

“So we finally meet on Earth. Here, give me your suitcase. I’ll carry it to the car.”

With doubtful eyes, Jang Maldong watched Chohong grab his suitcase.

“No, thank you, I can carry it myself.”

“Just give it to me, you damned old man! Do you know how long I’ve waited for the chance to smack you with this?”

“…I appreciate your offer, but I’m fine.”

“Hand it over! Wanna die!?”

Chohong said all this with a bright smile on her face.

But her smile faded when she saw Jang Maldong glaring at her.

“Enough is enough!”

Tak! A stick hit her head.

Chohong grabbed her head with a shriek.

“Ow! What was that for? I just wanted to help!”

“Enough with the lying! You just said you’d hit me with this suitcase.”

Chohong blinked rapidly.

“What the… you speak Cantonese?”

“Not just Cantonese. I can speak English, Mandarin, Japanese, and French. I bet you’ve never imagined that I used to be an interpreter! You bastard.”

Jang Maldong’s sudden confession turned Chohong’s face pale.

‘Damn it! But I haven’t said a tenth...