"P-portrait rights?"
At Xia Xu's reproach, Kim Jeonghun froze, then instead became overjoyed. "Yes, yes, we were in the wrong. We inadvertently infringed on your portrait rights. We're willing to offer reasonable compensation. How about two hundred thousand?"
Pay compensation?
Paying was better than losing his life!
This was a ruthless man who could cut down even monsters like Werewolves with a single slash each.
And after cutting down so many "people" in the street, he could still stroll around here without the slightest trouble. His backing had to be terrifying.
If someone like that only wanted a little compensation, he was letting them off lightly-showing "mercy"!
"You're... agreeing just like that?"
Seeing Kim Jeonghun agree so readily and proactively left even Xia Xu a little bewildered.
After all, he had really only said it in passing. While the poster did indeed use his photo, it had been turned into a solid black silhouette. If they flatly denied it, there was little anyone could say.
Calling Zhang San had only been a joke, too. Ultimately, Zhang San was no god. If they really pursued a lawsuit like this, with no solid evidence and no serious offense involved, it would only lead to endless wrangling.
Even if they won, at most they could make them pay some compensation. Unless they framed them for something else, surely no sentence for this offense, however harsh, could put them behind bars?
In the end, Xia Xu accepted the two hundred thousand that had inexplicably fallen into his lap.
Although that amount was a drop in the bucket to him now, it was free money, and from a Korean jerk at that. There was no reason not to take it.
Besides, their infringement of his portrait rights was genuine; it was merely difficult to pursue