118. Poor Young Man

Evan was sitting with his three friends in front of his own house. Or rather, at Jon's chicken noodle shop. In that stall, which consists of bamboo walls and wooden tables and chairs, they are waiting for their respective orders of chicken noodles. Evan himself was busy with his cell phone.

"Greg is actually mad at you." Bart, the young man with slightly long hair who sat in front of Evan, chortled. "He had already called several people to beat you up, but those people backed away as soon as they found out the target was you. Were you a thug or what? I'm from out of town, so I don't know what you're up to."

Evan shrugged. "Only if they bother me, I won't stay silent."

"Bastard Greg." Aiden, the bespectacled and thin-haired youth who occupies a spot by Bart's side, chuckled. "He's not manly at all. As a man he should be going one on one with you, Evan."

Lena, who was sitting beside Evan, took a deep breath. "Don't mind him. He's just that kind of person."