Whoa, Who Made That?

"Mu-yeong. Do you happen to know what the Octagon is?"

I pulled out the tickets and waved them.

They were VIP invitations the client had given us.

I was originally going to go with Ms. Ji-an, but apparently something urgent had come up for her today.

Well, the commission was already finished anyway, and I was only going to watch the performance test.

Since I had one ticket left, I asked Jin Mu-yeong, who had just gotten off work at the workshop and had been singing the praises of chicken and beer.

"The Octagon? That underground fighting······. W-wait a minute, hyung?! Is this, is this really an Octagon VIP seat?!"

"Yeah. I happened to have one left······."

"This is insane……!"

What was with this reaction...