Runaway family. 3
Runaway family. 3
The place I went to, guided by Danbal-i, was a semi-basement in a multi-family house.
It was a dark, shaded place. Perhaps nervous, Danbal-i glances back at me for a moment.
"They're really dangerous kids. They even use knives. Are you sure you'll be okay?"
Are you worrying about me now?
"Thanks for the info, but I haven't exactly been beating up guys who were empty-handed this whole time."
My answer made worry flicker in Danbal-i's eyes, but she turned away soon after. She approached the room door and pressed the keypad.
Bbeep-bbeep-bbeep-bbeep.
Cheol-keong.
The door opened, and Danbal-i went in first. I followed behind.
The first guy I saw was sitting at the kitchen table. He had both legs up on the table, engrossed in a mobile game. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and as he looked toward the entrance, his eyes met mine as I followed behind Danbal-i.
"Huh? Who's that bastard behind you?"
I lunged at the guy, who was looking at me in bewilderment.
My sprinter [skill], with increased Agility, is now at the level of a wild beast.
A front kick struck his torso, sending him flying backward.
He blocked with his hands, but my lower body strength surpasses that of a weightlifter.
The guy I kicked flew back, hit the wall, and crumpled.
The chair rolled away, and the phone he was holding flew off.
Kung-kwang-kwang.
He must have hit his head; he's out of it.
"It's bad manners to put your feet on the table."
Hearing the thud, guys come bursting out of the room.
Him, and the one I sent flying—these guys are covered in tattoos on their upper bodies and forearms.
Fucking idiots.
They think that's some kind of medal.
"What the!"
The guys who popped out look at me.
The bastard collapsed on the floor. And me, wearing a black hoodie.
The same thought pops into their heads simultaneously.
"Hunter?"
"What the fuck?"
When you're outnumbered, the basic rule is to take them out one by one.
I shoved the guy who came out of the nearest room and went inside.
Then I kicked the door shut.
Using the strength of the guy resisting, I changed direction and threw him in front of the door.
Kung.
I grabbed the staggering guy by the maw and pulled him up.
With a grip that twisted his jaw, he screamed with his mouth wide open.
"Aaaack."
With the back of his head against the wall, I drove my fist into his abdomen.
The impact traveled through his back and knocked against the door.
Kung. Kung. Kung.
His saliva dripped onto my hand holding his jaw.
His eyes were already unfocused.
I drove a straight punch right into his face.
Puck! Kwang.
The back of his head knocked against the door.
When I suddenly tackled one guy and dove into the room, the startled guys tried to follow.
But the door closed, and the door panel kept banging.
Kung. Kung. Kung.
The thudding sound shaking the door pierced their ears, making them tremble.
Startled and flustered, the guys didn't know what to do.
Kwang. Kwang.
Min-cheol, who had been shirtless, went to the kitchen and pulled out a kitchen knife.
Another guy went to a room and came out with a pocket knife.
Before they knew it, the room went quiet.
Terrified, Min-cheol cursed as if to hide it.
"You fucking bastard. Who the fuck are you to act like this in someone else's house? Aaaargh. You son of a bitch! Come out! Come out, you fucking bastard!"
With perfect timing, the closed door opened.
And the scene inside was revealed.
On the floor, the guy who had been shoved into the room was lying motionless.
And standing in front of the door was the black hoodie.
The hoodie was wiping the blood off his hands.
Looking closely, it was a piece of the T-shirt the guy who had been dragged in was wearing.
After wiping all the blood off his hands, the hoodie walked out slowly.
The guy with the pocket knife couldn't wait any longer and lunged.
"You son of a bitch!"
The hand stabbing with the knife was caught.
And it was twisted just like that.
It was as easy as twisting an elementary schooler's wrist.
Actually, even if it were an elementary schooler, it wouldn't be this easy if they were holding a knife.
The guy with the twisted wrist knelt down.
The hoodie's fist struck his face.
It felt like being hit with a hammer, not a fist.
Kwang.
The guy's body flew backward.
But because one wrist was held, he stopped mid-air.
The unconscious guy was left dangling, held by one wrist.
Fear welled up in Min-cheol's eyes.
The kitchen knife in his hand trembled violently.
When Min-cheol looked back, the girls had come out and were watching, holding their breath.
Looking back at the hoodie, Min-cheol took hesitant steps backward.
Then he spun around and ran.
Let's run.
Seeing Min-cheol backing away, the hoodie walked slowly, then seeing Min-cheol turn and run, he lunged.
The hoodie's sprinter [skill] is too fast to follow with the eyes.
Min-cheol, who hadn't even managed to run a few steps, was grabbed by the scruff of his neck just as he was about to step out the entrance.
When the hoodie, holding his clothes, pulled back, Min-cheol's body was dragged and rolled on the floor.
Kung-kwang.
He's a big guy, nearing 90kg, but the way he rolled on the floor looked just like throwing a small child.
The kitchen knife he was holding fell as he fell.
Min-cheol crawled on the floor toward the kitchen knife.
Then he raised the knife and lashed out.
"Don't come near me, you son of a bitch! Don't come closer! I'll kill you! Fucking bastard."
While the kitchen knife was trembling, the hoodie picked up a chair that had fallen to one side.
And kicked it.
Puck! Puck!
The chair shattered.
After kicking it a few times, only a long chair leg remained.
It was a well-shaped club.
The hoodie approached with the club.
"Let's think after you get hit first."
The raised club fell onto Min-cheol's body.
"You fucker!"
Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!
Ding-ding.
Four notifications and 4 points accumulated.
Four guys, now turned into bloody messes, lay on the floor.
With two or three broken bones each, they won't be able to move for a while.
I take the money that was in their pockets.
This is like a service fee.
While I was turning the guys into bloody messes, the girls just watched, terrified.
No one said a word until I searched the pockets of the fallen guys, took the money, stood up, and walked to the entrance.
Just as I was about to leave the entrance, Danbal-i blocked my way.
"What are you going to do if you just leave like this?"
"What?"
"What about them?"
"Why are you asking me that? Figure it out yourselves. Leave them be, or take them to the hospital."
"Then what about us?"
"What?"
"What about us?"
I saved these girls, and now they're demanding more.
"Handle your own lives. Don't tell others what to do. If things go south, just stab them all to death with that kitchen knife and bury them."
"It's not just them. Word will spread soon. Since Min-cheol got beaten, guys from all over will swarm here. To drag us into their own groups."
"What do you want me to do? If you don't like it, crawl back home."
"That's not an option."
"Why?"
"Because home is even more of a hell."
Whoa. Worse than here?
Well, I guess that makes sense; otherwise, they wouldn't be staying out.
But so what? It's not like I can do anything for them right now.
"That's your problem."
"Let's make a deal."
"What? What kind of deal?"
"Live here with us."
"What!"
What the hell is this now? I look around.
Danbal-i and Curvy Girl, excellent.
The others are plain-looking compared to those two, but they're all wearing hot pants and thin tank tops.
Me, living among women like this.
In that case, a harem...
No! It's too early for this kind of thing!
"Don't talk nonsense."
My voice trembled. Did they find out?
Fortunately, Danbal-i just let it slide.
"Otherwise. Since it's come to this, make all the other punks like that too."
"Huh?"
Danbal-i points to the punks lying on the floor, turned into bloody messes.
"We roughly know where they live. We can tell you. There are hundreds of kids like us."
Huh. Hehehe.
I'm so dumbfounded I can't speak.
A scene from The Godfather came to mind.
Al Capone's famous line.
'I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse.'
Danbal-i asked.
"Don't want to?"
As if I wouldn't want to.
"Where is it?"
"I'll tell you. First, clean this up. Hey. What are you guys doing! Move quickly. What are you going to do if they die!"
Watching several girls struggling to move them makes me sigh.
In the end, I step in.
I grab the scruff of the guys' necks, one in each hand, and lift them up.
They seem surprised by my strength, just like before.
Following Danbal-i's lead, the girls loaded the guys into taxis and rushed them to the hospital.
After they left, the remaining girls are cleaning up the house.
Danbal-i approaches me as I stand there awkwardly and speaks.
"Have you eaten?"
"No."
"Do you want some ramen?"
I'm bewildered.
But before I knew it, I nodded.
Danbal-i goes to the sink, takes out a pot, and puts water on to boil.
"Sit there and wait a moment. I'll cook it for you."
I found myself walking over to the remaining chair at the table and sitting down.
Danbal-i cooking ramen at the sink catches my eye.
Her long, slender legs, the rounded buttocks covered by short shorts, the slim waist above them, and her slender forearms and nape catch my eye.
In the corner of the wall to one side, Curvy Girl is standing and watching me.
Her bursting thighs and buttocks, and chubby belly catch my eye.
And above that, two large lumps of breasts are visible.
They are big enough to fill a hand and then some.
She's fiddling with her ponytail, and her round face and slightly droopy, round eyes go well with those large breasts.
It's like looking at a gentle herbivore.
Ha. Fuck.
I feel like I'm getting dragged into this.
But surrounded by women right now, with a high schooler's body that can't control its surging hormones, I can't resist.
Damn it. This is all because of hormones.