I have no intention of being pushed around. 3
I have no intention of being pushed around. 3
A short while later, Mom and I, who had been waiting in the counseling room, went back into the conference room.
The moment I stepped into the conference room, I could tell that the gazes directed at us had changed.
Of course they did. What else could they do? Isn't that right, Choi Man-ho?
Mom and I sat side by side, and a moment later, the Vice Principal opened his mouth.
"Mother, and student Seo Young-jin. While the two of you were away for a moment, the members of the School Violence Committee listened to the statements of those involved regarding whether school violence occurred this time, and discussed it while reviewing the evidence. And now, I will tell you the results."
Perhaps because she was anxious, Mom picked up the water cup on the table and moistened her throat.
The Vice Principal continued.
"As a result of today's meeting, it has been concluded that there is no evidence that student Seo Young-jin assaulted another student."
At that one word from the Vice Principal, Mom bowed her head repeatedly, saying thank you.
Seeing that, the Vice Principal acted as if he had played some grand role, puffing himself up as he spoke.
"I regret that such a misunderstanding occurred, and President Choi Man-ho, who requested today's meeting, didn't do so out of any ill will; it was just something that happened because he genuinely worries about the school and the students, so how about everyone just thinks of it positively and moves on?"
Fuck.
Trying to act all nice after framing someone as a criminal.
Of course, it's not like I didn't actually hit them, so let's just let it slide quietly.
In the meantime, I made eye contact with Choi Man-ho.
The look in Choi Man-ho's eyes as he stared at me was enough to tear me to shreds.
I responded to his burning gaze with a bright smile.
And without making a sound, I just moved my lips to convey my meaning.
'It's not over yet.'
The preliminary meeting of the School Violence Committee ended quietly like that.
The night before, after making Choi Min-su my slave, I took his phone.
Just like with Dongsu, there were quite a few useful photos saved on his phone as well.
Nude photos of female classmates.
The expression on his face as he groped their chests while a few guys held down their arms and legs was explicit.
I took the phone and also secured evidence of the guys who were lying on the ground.
Even just last night, they were the guys who were singing songs and trying to screw me over, but if I were to leak the evidence I have, it wouldn't just end with them leaving the school together.
If they're unlucky, it's off to juvenile detention.
I blackmailed them with the evidence and made them give statements in my favor.
With the victims' statements laid out and Choi Man-ho taking a step back, the school just jumped at the chance to sweep it under the rug.
It's been a peaceful daily life for a few days since the School Violence Committee ended.
By my standards, of course.
Late in the evening, at an open-air parking lot located near Suwon Hwaseong, so-called Suwon Fortress.
An expensive Mercedes S500 vehicle quietly entered the place, where there wasn't a single light or a soul in sight.
The vehicle took a spot in a dark corner of the parking lot, and the engine was turned off.
The man in the vehicle, Choi Man-ho, looked around nervously.
Trying to hide his nervousness, he put on a brave front and muttered to himself.
"Fucking bastard. Thinking he's seen something. A clueless high school brat. Who does he dare to blackmail?"
Just then, the phone rang. Choi Man-ho picked up the phone.
"You arrived on time."
"Yeah. I arrived. What kind of scheme are you trying to pull with this kind of money. Just take the money quickly and hand over the phone."
"Alright. I'll come down with the phone, so put the money in an envelope and get out."
"Got it."
Beep, beep, beep.
The call ended, and Choi Man-ho quickly sent a text.
The son of a bitch says he's coming down. Don't you dare let him get away.
It's fine to cripple him, just don't kill him.
After sending the text, Choi Man-ho picked up the envelope in the passenger seat.
A few days after the preliminary School Violence Committee meeting ended, I received a call from Seo Young-jin.
I will hand over the phone and the photos.
Instead, bring 15 million won and 30 million won for Han Ye-seul and Choi Man-ho, respectively.
Seeing this, Choi Man-ho was dumbfounded.
It was already infuriating enough to be blackmailed by some tiny high school brat, but now he's demanding money.
And that money is only 30 million won.
It's money that could be paid for a single night's service.
Though the partner would have to be celebrity-level, of course.
Choi Man-ho intends to take this opportunity to teach the absurd high school brat a lesson.
So he contacted President Kim, who would even pretend to die if he told him to.
President Kim, who is the vice chairman of the School Violence Committee and runs various private businesses in the area, had wide connections everywhere.
And among them were gangsters.
If the cheeky brat comes out to get the money, the gangsters hiding nearby plan to rush out, grab him, and torture him.
"You fearless little shit. I'll make sure to teach you exactly what the world is like today."
Choi Man-ho, holding the money envelope, slowly stepped out of the car.
Watching the car enter, I used Shadow Walk to quickly circle the area.
I pushed my stamina and agility to the limit to find places where they might be hiding.
And I discovered two men hiding on a hill overlooking the parking lot.
The two large-bodied men were looking down at the parking lot while hiding.
One of them took out a phone. After checking the text, he nudged the person next to him and said.
"We got contact. Get ready. As soon as you see the brat approaching the car, we jump out. It'll be embarrassing if we let him get away."
"Hyung-nim. But what do we do if we catch him? Just bury him quietly?"
"Bury him? Bury what, you idiot. Just cripple a few parts of him and that's it."
"What if we do that and the brat reports it to the police?"
"Don't worry. President Kim says that guy's backing is very solid. He says crippling one high schooler can be handled quietly. Well, if things get big, we'll just go to him and demand answers. And get paid, too."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
Hearing their conversation, I get the gist of it.
As expected, Choi Man-ho wouldn't come alone.
President Kim must be the vice chairman.
There's still a little bit of skill time left.
I approached quietly and twisted my waist back, aiming for the larger of the two.
My right foot stepped on the ground behind me as if loading up.
And 3. 2. 1.
The skill wore off.
"Ta-da."
"What the!"
While the opponent, startled by the sound I made, turned to look at me and freaked out, my waist turned.
The launched roundhouse kick whipped across the large guy's face.
Puk!
One hit.
The big guy was knocked out, face-planted into the ground.
Still, maybe because he's a gangster, he's a bit different; the guy who looked like the junior crouched down and rushed at me.
Good judgment, but he picked the wrong opponent.
My right foot touched the ground following the kick, and then a left-footed spinning kick followed.
My body turned, and then I kicked up into the air with my left foot that rose from the ground.
Caught by the roundhouse kick, which added to the force of his own momentum, the opponent floated into the air, spun once, and fell face-first onto the ground.
Kung.
Two hits.
The gangsters who collapsed on the ground are lying there without moving.
Two guys taken care of for now.
There are probably more.
I approached the guy who looked like the senior and took the phone from his pocket. Then I searched through the text message list.
After checking a few, I got the gist of it.
Then, shall I go find more?
Choi Man-ho, who had gotten out of the car and was pacing around, started to get annoyed.
"This brat calls me out and makes me wait? Fucking bastard. I'm going to skin you alive today."
As he was talking, he saw a black shadow walking from over there.
Choi Man-ho turned around slightly and sent a text.
'The guy is here. Get ready.'
And as if nothing happened, he turned back and looked at the shadow.
The black shadow walking with heavy footsteps is Seo Young-jin, wearing a black hood pulled down.
I see Choi Man-ho turn around for a moment and then turn back.
A moment later, ding-ding.
Texts ring out from several phones in my pocket.
I took one of them out.
The content of the text is simple.
'Everyone get ready to ambush him.'
Ambush, my ass.
A laugh comes up.
Have fun playing by yourselves.
I approach Choi Man-ho.
Seeing him up close, his expression and his tense posture make it obvious that he's hiding something.
How has he managed to cheat on his wife all this time looking like that?
What a fascinating guy.
Anyway, I just need to get my business done. I approached him and spoke.
"The money?"
"It's here. More importantly, the phone and the photos. You have to hand those over for me to give it to you or not."
Maybe because he has something to rely on, he's acting all arrogant, but that doesn't work on me.
I drive my fist into the side of the talking Choi Man-ho.
"Ugh."
Leaving Choi Man-ho behind, who was curled up like a shrimp while clutching his waist, I open the paper envelope placed on the car hood and look at the contents inside.
I see bundles of 50,000 won bills tied neatly.
Counting them, it looks like about 45 million won.
Actually, 45 million is an amount to make Choi Man-ho let his guard down.
If it becomes burdensome for the opponent, they harbor poison.
However, 15 million won for Han Ye-seul, a teacher, and 30 million won for Choi Man-ho, a hospital director, might be a waste, but it wasn't a burdensome level.
Of course, all that money must have come from Choi Man-ho's pocket, but anyway, I called him expecting that it could be settled quietly with that amount.
Sure enough, this bastard had other ideas.
Well, it might not be because of the money, though.
While I was counting the money, Choi Man-ho, whose breathing had returned, exhaled a ragged breath and said.
"You punk. The phone. Hand over the photos. We had a deal! You said you'd hand everything over if I just gave you the money."
These kinds of bastards only bring up promises when they need something.
They don't even have what they did in their heads at all.
I suddenly thought about pointing it out, but changed my mind.
It's more profitable to mess with a guy like this more.
"A promise? What's that? Is it something you eat?"
"You. You. Son of a bitch. You. Do you think you'll be safe after doing this!"
I grabbed the shoulder of Choi Man-ho, who was still hunched over, pulled him back, and kicked his ankle.
Choi Man-ho, who had turned in the air, fell backward.
Kung.
Choi Man-ho, who fell onto the asphalt floor, had his mind go blank from the shock.
And my voice seeped into his ears.
"A promise, you see. It's something you keep with each other. Got it? You fucking bastard."
Leaving those words behind, I disappeared quietly.