79 An Old Face Makes His Appearamce

Just as Hora is about to lodge a semi violent protest,

A phone's ring disrupts her from getting forward however.

Won reaches onto the counter and hands it to me. As I raise the screen to my face, I see the name which forces me to answer.

'I told him to only call when it's urgent'

"Yeah, what are you calling me for?"

"Aha.... Aha" I nod as I listen to him speak.

"WHAT!"

"GO! ACT ON MY BEHALF. STOP IT AS FAST AS YOU CAN"

I turn the call off and look to Hora and Won, who are dazed by my crazed expression.

I don't really have the time to explain to them as I struggle to get up.

Feeling the stitches on my ribs slightly loosen from the sudden movement. I ignore the pain.

Grimacing, as I nearly lose my balance. Hora rushes to my side and with all her might supports me.

"Dylan... what's the matter" She asks concernedly

"Baechu..... just help me okay. Just help."

She nods and proceeds to assist me to stand..