Rounding the corner of the residence, Hwayeong came to a sudden stop at the path leading toward the back garden.
“What the....”
Sinyeong was just about to ask what was wrong when he, too, stopped short.
A man was scrambling over the far wall.
Just then, the man turned, spotted them—and screamed.
“Augh!”
‘You’re really going to scream right now?’ Hwayeong thought, narrowing her eyes.
The man scrambled up the wall in a panic, trying to flee.
As Sinyeong looked from the scene to Hwayeong, clearly thinking ‘What the hell now?’, he saw her calmly reaching for something at her waist.
Without missing a beat, she unfastened the pouch tied to her belt—and hurled it straight at the man’s head.
It landed with perfect accuracy.
* * *
Hwayeong leaned in, meeting Hwaan’s eyes with a level, piercing stare.
“I’ll ask just once more. What happened to your leg?”
Her voice was low but firm, her eyes sharp—clearly a final warning.
