At that moment, the man's punches stopped. It was too dark to see why they had stopped. Had he lost strength in his left arm from hitting people so much? The smell of blood filled the air, but it was impossible to tell whose it was. In the darkness, I was gasping for breath, holding onto the man's right arm and hand when I saw a light and turned my head to see Kim Gayoung limping towards us with a pad turned on.
"It's really Arthur Goodman."
Only when Kim Gayoung came closer did I understand why Arthur's punches aimed at me had stopped. Yujin was using her entire body weight to pin down Arthur's left arm. To hit me, he would need the strength to lift about 50-60 kg with one arm. At the edge of the light, Lee Ji-hyun was groaning and pushing away a metal chair with his arm.
"I'm Kim Gayoung, who works in the lab next to yours. The Asian bitch you insulted. I already knew you were a racist, but I didn't expect to meet you in such a situation."
Everything was in Korean. I couldn't tell if the translator had broken or if it had been turned off when I fell. All kinds of English profanities spewed from Arthur's mouth. They were all directed at women, the kind that would get you expelled from society if you even uttered a single word of them.
Kim Gayoung approached at a slow pace, but Arthur was struggling to break free, so I used all my strength to hold him down. Lee Ji-hyun came over to the right arm I was holding. He used all ten of his fingers to straighten Arthur's right pinky finger, then began to bend it in the opposite direction of the joint. Ahhh! After completely bending the pinky finger, he straightened the fourth finger and repeated the same process.
Finally, Kim Gayoung, who had approached us at zero distance, took a bottle out of her bag. It was a bottle of hydrochloric acid. Had she grabbed it when the power went out? Even with the limited light from the pad, Yujin gasped when he realized what it was. Before I could stop her, Kim Gayoung opened the bottle and poured it directly onto Arthur's head.