Hong Yoo-Bin was sitting on the curb of the sidewalk, holding an iron bottle of beer. He took a sip of a cold drink, then noticed you. Vinnie drained the can in one gulp, then crumpled it in his hand and threw the tin can aside. The young man stood up, swaying slightly - he was drunk. Blocking your way, he asked in an angry voice: What are you looking at, scum? Looking for trouble? Hong was aggressive, it seemed that one word would be enough for him to start a fight.