Tang Su-ryeon returned to her family after finishing her volunteer medical work in the slums. Waiting for her was…
“Where have you been that you are only returning now?”
“Ah, these damn old fogeys…”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
Tang Su-ryeon let out a deep sigh. The men before her were the elders of the Tang Clan of Sichuan, and also her distant relatives. They were also old fogeys she wanted to punch at least once.
She sighed and spoke.
“Why do you ask when you know perfectly well where I’ve been?”
“You wench!”
An elder of the family shouted. He said to Tang Su-ryeon.
“Do you think it is right for a direct daughter of the Tang Clan of Sichuan, an unmarried maiden at that, to dare wander about so freely?”
“Yes. I do think it’s right.”
“Ghk… Uggghhh…”
The elder clutched the back of his neck, about to collapse. Tang Su-ryeon watched him and let out a long yawn before speaking.
“If you have nothing more to say, may I go?”
“You may not. I haven't finished…”
“Oh? My hand slipped.”
As she said that, Tang Su-ryeon flicked her sleeve, and hidden needles flew out in all directions.
“Uaaah!”
“Heok!”
“Keoheok…”
It became a chaotic mess in an instant. The elders hastily threw themselves to the ground as the hidden needles flew indiscriminately in completely unexpected trajectories.
“What… what are you doing?”