At that time, Gyeonhui had just arrived and blocked Wuchang's advances. Gyeonhui's face hardened when he saw Ojae fallen to the floor.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Me? I'm his brother."
"What? Is this your boyfriend, you little jerk?"
Wuchang swung his fists abruptly toward Gyeonhui.
'Puck.'
With a dull sound, Gyeonhui took a punch to his face. He slowly licked his mouth and spat on the floor.
"Ptuu."
His mouth burst with the taste of blood within. He then turned his head and looked at Wuchang.
"What's with that look, huh? What are you going to do about it?"
The man swung his fist again.
This time, however, the results differed. Gyeohui quickly pulled his head back, avoiding the punch before striking Wuchang's side with his left hand.
"Oup."
With the pain reaching his intestines, Wuchang bent his upper body as if he were choking. Gyeonhui then swung his right hand at Wuchang's face.
'Udangtangtang.'