“It’s cold.”
[⚔️Damn it, stop saying it’s cold already]
[⚔️Lol]
[⚔️Hahahaha]
<Lady Han Ga-eul has ended the broadcast>
Many eyes are on me.
Click.
When I put on the mask, everyone’s eyes widen in surprise.
<Han Gyeoul has started the broadcast>
[Wow, you scared me]
[That mask looks terrifying lol]
No matter how I think about it, I made a good purchase with the mask. It’s convenient for smoking since the area around the mouth is open.
As I took out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, Man-wook naturally reached out his hand.
—Pop!
“Whoo— Are my kids here?”
—Yes, sis!
“Tools….”
Ting!
The sound of metal falling is heard.
Someone must have dropped it while taking it out.
“Don’t use the tools.”
The faces of the hired thugs grow darker as time passes.
It seems like Man-wook’s underlings are pouring in endlessly, as if they were scattered all over the market having fun.
Albert told me there were about thirty confirmed people, but it looks like more than double that.
“Whoo—”
As I take a step forward, the attention focuses on me again.
“I’ve crawled from the bottom too, so I know well. If you’re here to make a quick buck as a hired thug, step aside.”
“………”
“Step aside if you don’t want to get hurt.”
A few of the guys who were looking around nervously, their faces pale, slowly step aside.
“You.”
“Me, me?”
“Yeah, you, bastard. You stay.”
He was the one who was deliberately bumping into people while walking through the crowd.
Most of the guys gathered here are thugs with a strong sense of delinquency.
The few who stepped aside look young, probably here just for the money without knowing better.
“Whoo—”
Despite the crowd, it’s eerily quiet.
“Just break their legs so they can’t do this again.”
—Yes, sis!
As soon as I finish speaking, Man-wook’s underlings, who were waiting behind, rush forward.
“Shit! Fight!!”
As Man-wook’s underlings charge in, the hired thugs collapse within seconds.
The outcome was decided from the start.
Man-wook’s underlings are seasoned fighters, while those guys only pick on the weak.
The fight itself doesn’t even hold.
Even trash has its levels.
“Jin-ah.”
“Yep.”
Heo Jin, standing beside me, takes the phone mount I hand him.
I pass the cigarette I was smoking to Heo Jin and kick off the ground, propelling myself forward.
My job here is to deal with the guys pulling out knives.
Can’t let the kids get hurt.
“Ahh!”
One guy, not wanting to die alone, pulls out a knife and swings it wildly.
As gently as possible.
—Crack!
“Argh!!”
“Oops, sorry.”
My body has become too strong too quickly, so I can’t control my strength well.
I only meant to lightly hit him to drop the knife, but his wrist broke and dangles.
“Your breath stinks, you bastard.”
—Crunch!
As I slap his jaw upward with my palm, he goes down.
Next one.
As I heighten my perception and combat senses, my field of vision expands.
There’s no chaos in the battle.
Man-wook’s underlings and the hired thugs are tangled up, leaving no room to move.
〔High Wind〕
—Bang!
As my body rises, the heads of the thugs are scattered like grapes.
Quickly rolling my eyes, I spot a guy pulling out a knife from his pocket.
I step on the condensed air again and change direction towards him.
Breaking the philtrum.
─Crunch!
As the fist connects, the guy’s jaw caves in.
A bit softer.
Shoulder pull.
─Snap!
“Gaaah!!”
Slap.
─Whack!
Corn scatters into the air.
“Baekseol, holding on tight?”
“Excited!”
Vertical elbow to the face.
─Snap!
Crushing the Adam’s apple.
─Crack!
Busting the balls.
─Squish!
Ink stab.
─Thud!
“Gaaah!!”
Screams echo everywhere I pass.
After rolling around the training ground, my whole body has become a weapon.
[Is this a martial arts movie?]
[What’s the room master’s deal?]
[People are flying around lol]
[The room master fights brutally]
[Does that even make sense?]
[Is that guy dead?]
One of them, realizing it’s not going well, shoves a reinforced plastic riot shield at me.
Foot stomp.
Bang!
Straight punch.
─Boom!
The guy holding the shield flies like he got hit by a truck.
With him down, the surroundings fall silent again.
Man-wook’s subordinate, who was grabbing a thug by the collar, meets my gaze and quietly lets go.
A mix of fearful and reassured looks intertwine.
“Gather up.”
─Yes!
Despite the short time, the thugs are groaning and sprawled on the ground.
Even in broad daylight, the police are nowhere to be seen.
Seems Heo Jin was right about them being in cahoots.
“Man-wook.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“There, there, and there too.”
As I point, Man-wook’s eyes follow.
“Since we filmed it, take their phones and delete it.”
“Yes, I’ll handle it cleanly.”
Man-wook nods, and his underlings move in a flurry.
“And find the head honcho, scrape some info.”
“Should I get an answer?”
“Useless things are hanging like a bunch of grapes. If they don’t talk, cut two off.”
“…And if they do?”
“Then just cut one.”
“Got it.”
“Climb up, and everyone will come out.”
“…Got it.”
Despite the busy movements, it’s eerily quiet.
As I climb onto the stage set up by the protesters, everyone just stares at me.
“It’s all over, so disperse. I’ll handle the forced execution issue.”
“…Is, is that true?”
“Of course.”
It’s a merchant I haven’t seen before.
Probably from the side that was too chaotic to approach.
“See those guys over there?”
The merchants turn to look at the thugs being cleaned up and nod.
“If something like this happens, tell those guys. They might look rough, but they’re not bad people.”
“The real bad ones are those guys!”
A merchant with a red headband starts pointing at the fallen thugs and passionately rants.
Other merchants murmur in agreement.
Clap clap.
As I clap my hands, the murmuring merchants turn back to me.
“Lim Yoo-joon is singing here tonight. Everyone should prepare for the evening business.”
The merchants finally nod.
“Those guys will be stationed here too, so get along. They’re experts in this kind of thing.”
“If the peach lady says so, we should believe her.”
At the random response, I look for the source and see a familiar face.
It’s the hardware store owner who once called me a peach-like lady and waved at me.
“Haha.”
The hardware store owner’s comment turns the moment into a sea of laughter.
***
─Slash!
“Ugh!”
A middle-aged man slaps another man in front of him, who collapses.
“Say it again.”
“…We failed.”
“Does that make any sense?!”
The middle-aged man’s face twists in anger.
The man, his face flushed red and his neck about to burst, collapsed and shouted.
“Who are you! Who is it!”
“I’m Han Ga-eul, an internet broadcaster.”
“Ha, Han Ga-eul? A woman?”
The middle-aged man, his face red with anger, asked, and the subordinate, his cheeks puffed up, nodded.
“A woman? You’re telling me a bunch of thugs in their thirties got beaten up by a woman? Their limbs shattered? You expect me to believe that?”
As the subordinate nodded again, the middle-aged man’s face twisted grotesquely.
“There were also many who seemed to be gangsters.”
“….Ha. What about the police? The person’s a mess, what are the police doing?”
“W-we bribed them….”
*Thud.*
The middle-aged man clenched his teeth so hard it sounded like they were grinding.
“Hey, you idiot! What is this, the 1980s? There are CCTV cameras everywhere!”
At the man’s words, the subordinate’s head drooped.
“There wasn’t a single one. All the merchants there seemed to be in on it—not a single recorded video anywhere.”
“Ugh….”
The middle-aged man, frustrated, buried his face in his hands.
“There must be at least some photos. If not, bring the car’s black box!”
“It-it was a no-vehicle zone, and they were wearing masks.”
“What?”
“They were wearing traditional-looking masks.”
“Masks? So what? You can still report them.”
“U-under current law, you can’t identify someone with just that.”
Hearing this, the middle-aged man, unable to control his anger, picked up a glass ashtray beside him.
“Hey, you moron! Are you playing blind man’s bluff? Is that even a proper excuse?!”
“Eek! It’s the law….”
*Crash!*
“Get out!”
The terrified subordinate scurried out of the room, and the middle-aged man buried his face in his hands again.
“Ha…. How am I supposed to report this to the assemblyman?”
“Assemblyman? What assemblyman?”
“Ahhh!! Who, who are you!”
“Peek-a-boo.”
In front of the middle-aged man stood a person wearing a mask so terrifying it made his skin crawl.
“H-how….”
The man, thinking his heart might stop at the sight of the woman who suddenly appeared before him, was mesmerized by the dreamlike voice that flowed into his ears.
It felt as if the voice was filled with fruit juice.
“Tell me. I’m curious. What assemblyman?”
“…..”
*Thud.*
“Ahhh!! Ugh!”
The middle-aged man couldn’t break free from the small, delicate hand covering his mouth, wondering how such strength was possible.
Tears streamed from his eyes from the pain of his twisted arm.
“Shh.”
***
“Peek-a-boo!”
“Ahhh! Ga-eul, when did you get here?”
The startled sister soon smiled warmly.
She seemed happy to see me.
“Sis, sis. Let’s go on a date.”
“Out of the blue?”
“Yes!”
Outside the shop, a crowd had gathered in the plaza to see Lim Yoo-joon.
“By the way, Ga-eul, you’re dressed so prettily today! You always wear baggy army shirts.”
“I dressed the way you told me to.”
“So pretty.”
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
“Aren’t you going to see Lim Yoo-joon?”
“Hmm…. I am grateful, but I’ll see him next time.”
“Eek!”
As I interlocked my fingers with my sister’s, she shivered.
“Let’s go over there.”
Walking down the street with my sister, snacking as we went, just as Heo Jin had said….
The market was livelier than expected.
“Ga-eul, there’s busking over there too.”
“Right.”
Holding Eonni’s hand and getting closer, it turned out not to be busking but a singing competition hosted by an internet broadcaster.
“Sing for me.”
“Suddenly?”
“Yes!”
As if delighted by the sudden turn of events, Eonni was all smiles.
“Give me your phone, I’ll hold it.”
“Okay.”
Nodding to Eonni, I approached the host conducting the broadcast.
“I’ll do it.”
“Wow…”
“Can’t I do it now?”
“Oh, no. You’re just so pretty…”
[⚔️I know the kid’s pretty lol]
[⚔️Are you hitting on her? The room master is our public property]
“Um… Could I get your number?”
[⚔️Damn Heimdall!! Open the portal for that kid!!!]
[⚔️Opened Thor triplenet.com/songiskimgeonbae]
***
“Shop owner, isn’t this too much?”
“Haha, help yourself.”
The crowd that came out scratched their heads in a strange mood.
“It’s not bad but a bit…”
“It’s ticklish.”
“Right.”
“Well, it’s not bad.”
***
───
[Live and Daily News]
Reporter Jeon Yi-man ([email protected])
Around 1 PM today, Kim Han-wook, a level 4 public servant known as an aide to Congressman Park Kyung-tae, was found at his home with twisted limbs.
The crime is estimated to have occurred the previous evening. Fortunately, Kim Han-wook’s life is not in danger, but he seems to be in severe mental shock, rambling about killing Congressman Kim…
The police are investigating this incident…
───
Buzz.
“Hmm. Park Kyung-tae.”
[⚔️???]
[⚔️Room master… no?]
Bzzz!
Suddenly, my phone vibrated. Turning it on, there was a message.
“Wow, they’re really fast. I sent it yesterday.”
[⚔️What message?]
“Come for the physical test.”
[⚔️Let’s go]
[⚔️Let’s go crush them]
[⚔️How many hits for the room master?]
[⚔️King Ga-eul, deploy]
***
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