Karaoke showdown. 1
Karaoke showdown. 1
About 100 students took the subway to Ansan.
People looking at them strangely probably thought they were going on some group field trip.
Who would ever guess that they were actually going to beat up the Iljin of the Ansan area?
After getting off at Ansan Jungang Station, I called over Kang Ho-cheol and the Number 2s.
I had the Number 2s find out where the heads of the Gyeonggi Alliance—the guys who call themselves the Four Heavenly Kings—were hiding.
After making a few calls, I got word that they were gathered in downtown Ansan.
Perfect. No need to go through the trouble of searching for them.
I told them to gather in front of the karaoke bar where those guys were holed up, split by school.
Located in a secluded area, the karaoke bar didn't have many customers, so it offered a lot of "special services," one of which was selling alcohol to minors.
The time was already passing the afternoon and heading into the evening.
However, the July sun was still high in the sky, and it was the time of day when people were out and about, full of energy.
The Four Heavenly Kings of the Gyeonggi Alliance were gathered in the karaoke room, drinking and having fun with women by their sides.
Yoo Seung-won, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, was singing with a woman tucked under his arm, and next to him, Jo Myeong-geol was harassing a woman who looked uncomfortable, holding her from behind.
Seong Mun-jong, who had taken his shirt off entirely, was revealing his tattoo-covered upper body. He had his hand inside the skirt of the woman sitting next to him while burying his face in her neck, sniffing her and flicking his tongue.
The woman caught by Seong Mun-jong was struggling with all her might to push away his arm and body, which had invaded her skirt, with a look on her face like she was about to burst into tears.
Annoyed by her resistance, Seong Mun-jong cursed in a playful tone.
"Hey, you bitch. Stop resisting. Just stay still. You have to stay still so I can take your cherry without hurting you, right? Huh? Wait, are you even a virgin? I need to check that."
These women were repeaters who had come to the karaoke bar—which sold alcohol—to relieve stress after studying at an academy, but they had the bad luck of getting caught by the Four Heavenly Kings' gang.
The Four Heavenly Kings had discovered them having fun, forced them to join their table, and were sexually harassing them one by one.
Just then, a udangtangtang crashing sound was heard from outside.
I could also vaguely hear the karaoke owner shouting.
And a moment later, a member of the alliance burst the door to the karaoke room open and stumbled in.
"S-s-surprise attack!"
With that, the guy who had opened the door was dragged out as if something was pulling him in.
The Four Heavenly Kings, who had been having fun in the room, stood up in confusion at the sight.
A moment later, a boy with a medium build and a solid physique appeared in front of the open door.
The boy said.
"Are you guys the Four Heavenly Kings?"
The Four Heavenly Kings, who had been flustered by the word "surprise attack" and the commotion outside, regained their confidence when they saw that the opponent in front of them didn't look all that strong.
"You fucking bastard. Who are you, you son of a bitch?"
"Me? The person you were looking for."
"What?"
"You guys were looking for me, right? So I came myself. I'm Seo Young-jin of Yeongheung High School."
The guys' faces showed confusion when they heard the name.
The guy in front of them was the rumored fighter, Seo Young-jin.
Seo Young-jin looked around the inside and clicked his tongue.
"Fucking hell, doing this kind of shit when you're still wet behind the ears. No, wait, even if you were grown up, you shouldn't be doing this kind of shit. You sons of bitches. Let's get a beating today."
Seo Young-jin walked into the room and closed the door.
The entrance to the karaoke bar was completely taken over by the Iljin from Suwon.
The karaoke owner shouted that he would call the police, but he went quiet immediately after I told him that since they were selling alcohol to minors in a karaoke bar, he might not want to do that.
After mobilizing the Suwon Iljin to subdue the minions of the Four Heavenly Kings who had been hanging out in the karaoke rooms, I went into the room where the Four Heavenly Kings were having fun all by myself.
Fortunately, it was the largest room in the karaoke bar, so there was enough space to fight.
At first, I had planned to take these guys to a vacant lot and beat them to a pulp in front of people, but seeing the girls who were clearly being harassed made my body itch.
I'll beat them up here first, and then gather people to beat them up one more time.
I spoke to the women who had been freed because the guys were focusing on me.
"You girls, get out. That's better, right? For you too."
There was no answer. But the women, thinking this was their last chance, quickly packed their bags and left the room.
Seong Mun-jong spoke first.
"Fucking bastard. I heard you're good at fighting?"
"I don't know about fighting, but I'm good at education. Especially re-educating trashy bastards like you."
The other guys shouted in excitement.
"You son of a bitch. You wanna die?"
"I'm going to kill that bastard today and go to prison."
Choi Sang-yoon broke a soju bottle that was on the table.
The others slowly got into position as well.
Seong Mun-jong stood up too.
He was huge.
Underneath the flabby fat, it looked like he was packed with muscle.
Seong Mun-jong said.
"You. Just join the Alliance. I'll give you a position equal to the Four Heavenly Kings."
"What?"
"We're graduating in 6 months. Then we're going to build an organization with us and our personal guard as the core. So far, dozens of schools from Ansan, Suwon, Uiwang, and Hwaseong have come under our command. The monthly kickbacks alone are in the thousands, and soon we'll be expanding into Anyang and Yongin. That's the real gold mine. The kids there are weak as hell, but there are lots of schools and lots of money. If we take control like that, making hundreds of millions a month is a joke. And if we gather runaway girls and run a business with them, we can really live however we want."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
I, too, had decided to live my own way in my second life.
That's why I didn't leave anyone who messed with me alone, and I charged in whenever I felt like it, which is how I got here.
But that's where it ends.
I had no intention of living by leeching off others.
There was no need to, either.
I conveyed my intentions in other words.
"You're a muscle pig."
Seong Mun-jong's face turned red at those words.
"Cut the bullshit. Let's just start by hitting."
Starting with Yoo Seung-won's kick, the karaoke bloodbath that would decide the ruler of southern Gyeonggi began.
Yoo Seung-won's specialty is Taekwondo.
The kicks of a guy who had practiced Taekwondo for over 5 years were in a different league than the average Iljin.
Since we couldn't move much in the narrow space, I had to focus on defense rather than evasion.
Fortunately, thanks to distributing the points I had collected earlier into stamina, my defense, which had risen to 25, was enough to block the kicks.
Puck!
As I blocked the kick with both arms, a sharp glass bottle came stabbing in.
I struck the bottle and his wrist away with the edge of my hand, then threw a low kick.
Choi Sang-yoon, who had been stabbing with the bottle, got hit in the thigh and dropped to one knee.
"Ugh."
Leaving the guy falling forward behind, Jo Myeong-geol jumped in.
The way he came in with a low stance, he was a guy who had done takedowns many times.
The guy definitely learned wrestling, or at least mixed martial arts.
I kicked a chair to block his path, but Yoo Seung-won's roundhouse kick flew into my back.
I turned my body and raised my guard, but it was a little late.
I felt like my breath was cut off for a moment from the roundhouse kick that grazed my side.
Heup.
Shit. These guys are definitely a cut above.
The good thing was that I grabbed his leg while getting hit.
I couldn't just stand there and take it.
I pulled his leg toward my body and rotated my torso.
Yoo Seung-won wasn't small, but my strength was enough to send a person flying.
The guy rushing from behind collided with Yoo Seung-won and they both got tangled up and fell.
Since the two guys were tied up, the opportunity finally came.
I threw a roundhouse kick at Jo Myeong-geol.
My knee rotated in an instant.
My instep struck the exposed neck of the guy who was defending his side.
A so-called Brazilian kick.
I could see Jo Myeong-geol staggering and falling.
If I wanted to finish it, I should follow up and pound him, but Seong Mun-jong didn't just stand there.
He blocked my front and swung both hands.
He was thinking of grabbing me and throwing me.
As a guy who had even been a regional representative in Judo, his hands were fast and his vision was good.
He read my body's movements and came in anticipating my next move.
If my shoulder went up, he immediately raised his guard, and if I stepped back, he followed to grab me.
While Seong Mun-jong was stalling for time, I could see the guys who had tangled and fallen getting up.
This can't be helped. Fuck.
I charged at Seong Mun-jong.
He grabbed my clothes and arms as if it were an opportunity.
And he tried to kick my ankle.
I jumped up and hugged Seong Mun-jong.
Since I was stuck close, there was no way for him to throw me to the floor.
I bit the ear of the flustered guy.
Eudeudeuk!
"Aaaagh!"
The cartilage broke and the guy screamed.
The guy pushed me.
I pulled on the pushing force and threw him backward.
One guy managed to dodge it, but Choi Sang-yoon ended up tangled with Seong Mun-jong and fell again.
This time, a 120kg guy had flown at him, so it would take a while for him to come to his senses.
Tweh!
I jumped toward the standing Yoo Seung-won and spat the chunk of flesh in my mouth.
While the terrified guy was dodging, I went in for a tackle.
The guy and I became one body and rolled around on the table.
I used a breakfall to stand up, but I saw a soju bottle flying toward my side.
I raised my arm to block it.
Chaeng!
The soju and glass shards turned into fragments and flew everywhere.
At the same time, I also smashed the opponent's face with the microphone that was on the table.
Puck!
Jo Myeong-geol, hit by the mic, fell to the side.
I immediately pushed off the table and jumped. A knee kick was planted into the face of Yoo Seung-won, who was falling onto the table and getting back up.
He raised both arms to block, but he couldn't completely block the knee that had my body weight behind it.
Leaving him flying backward and crashing, I could see Seong Mun-jong and Choi Sang-yoon, who had just stood up.
I ran straight over and threw punches and kicks. Seong Mun-jong's durability was nothing to sneeze at either.
But I hit him twice for every one time he hit me.
I allowed one hit to the chin and staggered for a moment, but fortunately, after dodging the second attack, I pounded his abdomen repeatedly with my fists.
Puck! Puck!
I kicked the guy, who was leaning over while clutching his side from the accumulated impact, and sent him flying, then drove my fist into Choi Sang-yoon's face.
The guy with the broken nose fell backward.
I delivered a soccer kick to the face of the fallen guy.
Puck!
I immediately turned and approached Jo Myeong-geol, who had been hit by the mic and fallen, then stood back up, and smashed his head with the mic again.
This time, the guy's head turned the other way.
He fell limply onto the sofa and won't be able to get up again.
There's no need to check.
Now, only Seong Mun-jong is left.