Ha-na did not see the impending blow that was coming until it landed upon the middle-aged man with whom she stood next to. It was a powerful right hook, and it rocked his head backwards, making him stagger dazedly until he lost his footing and finally crumpled to the ground.
Ha-na watched, completely aghast, as he touched two fingers to his bloodied nose and winced in pain. But what made her lurch to the side was the fact that Ji-hoon had administered the deadly punch!
She couldn't seem to keep her agape mouth closed.
"P-President Ch–"
"You scumbag," Ji-hoon spat out, glowering at the crumpled man at his feet. He didn't bother to spare Ha-na a glance. "How dare you harass a lady like that?"
The man glared at him, wiping his bloodied nose with the back of his hand. He looked ready to attack Ji-hoon by the way he adjusted his round, wire-rimmed glasses to focus on him.
"And who the hell are you to hit me like that?!" He lashed back, spitting out blood from his mouth.
