Chapter 66. Capturing Kwak-jungâs heart (pt. 2)
âHey, do you know this guy?â
âOi, who the hell are you?â
âWhy? Do you have something you need?â
A 17 years old high schooler this year, Kwak Jung-mi smirked and smoked.
âBoth are heavy smokers⌠What a wonderful family.â
Because they looked so similar, Kang Chul-in was immediately able to recognize Kwak-jungâs younger sister.
âAs long as I get her, Kwak-jung is practically mine.â
It was an opportunity for him.
Kang Chul-in took another step towards her, who was still smoking.
âYeah? What are you, big bro? How do you know my name?â
As the seemingly cold man spoke her name, she was surprised.
âBig bro, are you a policeman? Or someone collecting debt?â
âNeither.â Kang Chul-in shook his head.
âYour brother, Kwak-jung is looking for you.â
âThat bastard⌠is looking for me?â
âYes.â Kang Chul-in nodded his head.
âI am here from your brotherâs request. SoâŚâ
Kwak Jung-mi suddenly shouted.
âWhat a joke. That bastard is looking for me? As if I would believe that bullsh*t.â
Kwak Jung-mi seemed to hate her older brother.
âHe told me heâd take care of me⌠and never let me go! That bastard who was in and out of prison! He never even sent me a phone call or a letter! And youâre saying now that heâs looking for me?â
âShow your frustration to your brother, not me. Iâm not part of it, just someone to take you to him.â
âBut⌠no. I donât even want to take a look at his face.â
Kwak Jung-mi shook her head resolutely, showing her rejection.
âShe said no. So **** off.â
âDonât cry when we⌠AGH!â
Kang Chul-in grabbed the collar of the student who was walking towards him, before throwing him into the ground.
âNo matter what, I will take her with me.â Kang Chul-in thought and started moving.
And soon after, with a TAK sound, he nearly crushed the skull of the boys that he had finger-flicked with his hands.
âBRO, BRO⌠PLEASEâŚ. AGH!â
Without even looking at the people that were down on the floor, Kang Chul-in threw a punch towards a nearby wall. And also included mana fire in it too.
âStop trying to show off in front of me.â Kang Chul-in spoke.
Of course, he didnât really plan on beating them up. It was just to scare them.
âHâŚHow did youâŚ.â
Looking at the immense strength that surpassed a human, she was so frightened that she couldnât even scream.
A 17 year old girlâs fearlessness?
The best fighters that she knew were defeated with a finger-flick and a wall had been busted with just bare fists.
âWill you come with me willingly, orâŚâ
Kwak Jung-mi spoke, full of fear. As expected, Kang Chul-in was better at threatening people than persuading them.
Kang Chul-in left the alley.
Although she wanted to scream and run away, there was no way for her to do that from someone that could break concrete with their hands. She had no choice.
Kang Chul-in spoke, jumping into his jaguar.
âT-This is your car?â
She was surprised at the expensive car.
âButâŚthat bastard, what is he doing now?â
Kang Chul-in didnât answer her question.
âI had lung cancerâŚsigh, I shouldnât have smoked like that.â
After doing the surgery, Kwak-jung regretted that he had ever touched a cigarette.
He still felt a chill on his back.
Lung cancer was often very hard to find until the very late stages, but at that point, it would already be too late for the patient.
He was absolutely blessed that he had done surgery and gotten rid of it before it had spread elsewhere.
âThat monster, I think he knew me. He asked for my age and where I worked too. He knows me, and Iâm sure he was looking for me.â
Kwak-jung approached the truth as he was locked inside his room.
âIâm sure he has something that he wants from me. Although Iâm not sure what it is, he wouldnât have locked me up if not for that reason.â
Of course, the âmonsterâ that he was referring to was Kang Chul-in.
But as he was stuck in here, he planned his escape.
âAs if I would stay stuck in here!â
Kwak-jung clenched his teeth, and planned his escape from this damned hospital room.
And he looked through the room.
In his head, he had already set up his escape plan and was simulating his escape right now.
Kwak-jung looked at the clock and kept on simulating his escape plan, over and over again.
And a few hours laterâŚwith a creak, the sound of the door opening came, with a guard holding a plate filled with food.
âKuuhh~ I was hungry too. This old guy, at least he takes care of my food well.â
Kwak-jung spoke naturally.
âSo, what is it for dinner today? It canât be seaweed soup again, right? Yeah, thereâs no way, right? Itâs not like my birthday is every day of the year (Koreanâs often drink seaweed soup on their birthday)âŚâ
âToday we have meat and radish soup.â
The guard, who had gotten pretty close to him, spoke.
âOh? Great! But the hospitalâs food is pretty blandâŚWhatever. Oh. Can you pass me the water over there? My throat kind of hurts.â
âSighâŚwhy is someone tied up ordering me aroundâŚâ
The guard muttered, but started moving towards the bottle of water, and stretched his hand towards it.
And at that moment, Kwak-jung moved like lightning.
And Kwak-jungâs fist hit the backside of a guard.
âWhat is this soundâŚâ
The guard getting the water turned aroundâŚ
But  hot food spilled over him.
Kwak-jung searched the insides of the pockets of the fainted guard and took the USP pistol.
And while the other guard was only half-conscious because of the hot food that had spilled over himâŚ
And with two shots, the titanium chains broke.
âBut from now on, itâs even more important.â
Kwak-jung took his pistol and stood behind the door.
He heard the sound of footsteps from far away.
âIt must be because of the gunshots.â
The gunshots were louder than expected. Although they had silencers on it, it still made a loud sound.
âWill he open the door? If he does, Iâll be able to catch him off guard.â
Kwak-jung simulated what was going to happen next in his head and heightened his senses as much as possible.
Kwak-jung spun his body from behind the door and pointed the pistol at the intruder.
âPut your hands⌠HUK!â
Kwak-jung was surprised twice in that moment.
First, he was surprised that the man that appeared was the âmonsterâ like man.
And he was also surprised that he had been disarmed, with the âmonsterâ moving his hand like lightning, and rendering the gun useless by moving the âslideâ of the gun to the way back.
âIt seems like pointing a gun at someone who came to visit you is the trend now?â
Kang Chul-in said, smirking.
Kwak-jungâs face was filled with despair.