Everyone Can Wait a While Before Beating You to Death

Tom kept rubbing his eyes as he stared at the photo on his phone.

Even after rubbing them swollen, the person in the picture did not change.

He set down the tray in his left hand and slapped his own face twice. The crisp smacks rang out ahead of him.

"What are you doing?" the boss asked, looking at him in confusion, utterly unaware of why Tom had suddenly given himself two slaps.

Tom glanced toward the corner where Ethan Vale was seated. From where he stood, he could only see the side of the person's face.

But he had seen that profile again and again across all the major gaming media outlets.

He had been working from a wheelchair, which had not affected anything.

Things had been busy lately, so the boss had been working in the shop alongside them.

The moment he saw Ethan Vale, Tom leaped to his feet and ran toward the boss.

"Your leg doesn't hurt anymore?" The boss stared at Tom in shock, as if he had witnessed a medical miracle.

Just last night, when the private doctor had tried touching his thigh muscles, the pain had made him howl.

After watching him grit his teeth through the pain for days, seeing him jump out of his chair now felt utterly unbelievable to the boss.

He reached out and poked Tom's thigh.

"Ow, ow... ow, ow..."

"..."

He watched Tom grimace in speechless disbelief, genuinely unable to understand the man.

He did not understand.

"When you took that photo, why didn't you tell me who he was?" Tom was already stunned. "How could you take a picture so casually?!"

"I told you. Isn't he your fan?"

"He came yesterday too!" The boss looked at him in confusion. "Your leg hurts so much, how did