Chapter 117: The Great Earthquake

Whee-oo whee-oo whee-oo.

An ambulance came to collect Sakaraba. The rest of us that were left behind stared at the broken table.

"Wow…" Hak-gyu gasped, looking at the mark in disbelief.

"Man, the table is weak. Hmph." I clicked my tongue. I didn't even have it in me to feel angry because I was so disappointed.

"Sian…this is marble…"

"So?"

Yeah. So? I can't be the only one who's ever cracked marble.

"What do you mean so? Do you know how thick marble is? Just how strong did you go that it actually broke…hahaha…." Hak-gyu laughed, unable to control his shock.

"I didn't go that strong," I said, not feeling a shred of remorse. I really did hold back this time. I really did try to put out only enough – just~ enough – to push his hand down. The marble was just weak.

"But even so, I'm not the one who broke it. It was Sakaraba's hand that broke it."

"Eh. Whatever."