The man faltered.
"I came to your shop.." Min-jae continued, voice low but dangerous "and you dare to disrespect my person by spewing that garbage? Right in front of me at that "
He took a step closer, eyes cold. "People are shitty, forget the color of their skin. Who wants to fuck you up will fuck you up. Tell me, did Vanadis personally steal from you? Did he steal your wife?"
The craftsman flinched.
"What gives you the right to judge him? To make a verdict?" Min-jae's tone sharpened. "He bowed to your level because you've got a bad back, so you wouldn't have to stretch. He stayed in that position, waiting and you've got the nerve to say he'd soil your hand?"
The craftsman's throat worked. He had no answer.
"How many people have you bullied in the name of others' crimes?"
The man's jaw twitched, and his voice cracked. "The colored people are nothing but scums! They've always been, and they always will be!"
Min-jae's frown deepened. This time, he was truly angry.
