Yoon Jong Woo was trying to survive this new awful world.
He tries to stay out of trouble, but when a new Leader with unconventional ideas see the potential in his unique talents, his quiet life soon gets turned upside down.
Seo Moon Jo was the Lea...
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Jong Woo knew that the quiet days of his life were over when seventeen men invaded his home, each of them apparently hell-bent on touching every dangerous and explosive device in Jong Woo's shelves.
He just couldn't decide whether it would solve his problems if he ceased to stop them, or if his life would get any worse.
Torn between letting them kill themselves and saving what was left of his home, he frantically tried to talk some sense into Jeoseung Saja's men and put himself between his inventions and their stupidity.
When one of them—if Jong Woo remembered correctly Deuk Jong once called him Deuk Soo—the normal one almost knocked over the container with the paint, his patience cracked.
"Everyone freeze!" he yelled unnerved, a bit surprised when they actually stopped and turned to him.
"The next person who moves will fight without the fucking paint, are we clear?!"
Annoyed, he puffed a strand of hair out of his face. He caught Moon Jo lurking behind a particular high shelf and shot him a warning glance.
"That includes the nobility."
Moon Jo only smiled at him sweetly. His whole composure screamed innocence, but it only helped to set Jong Woo's nerves even more on edge.
"Okay people, form two rows please—careful with the shelves."
Jong Woo had no illusions; if their leader wouldn't have moved exactly like Jong Woo directed them to, no one would have listened to him.
But since Moon Jo seemed content with letting Jong Woo handle the situation, they all obeyed without ever questioning his authority.
"Fine, everyone in the first row grab a bowl full of paint and pour it over the person standing behind you. Afterwards smear the paint over any patches that are not yet wet."
The ones standing in second row began to mutter in protest.
Jong Woo saw Shin Jae Ho looking disgruntled at the smelly paint but otherwise enduring the procedure in silence.
Deuk Jong on the other hand seemed to have the time of his life.
Moon Jo approached him with an empty bowl. Because they left the kid at the inn, there were now seventeen men in his group, meaning that one did not have a partner.
Since no one was eager to dump cold paint over his leader, he was deferently being left alone.
He handed Jong Woo the bowl.
"Do me the honours?" he asked tauntingly.
Jong Woo warily took the bowl and filled it with paint.
