3-Year Friend (3)
3-Year Friend (3)
"This is your Settlement Money."
Dohyun threw an expensive watch as Settlement Money and beat Jinho without mercy.
In terms of weight class, Dohyun was at a disadvantage.
However, Dohyun knew how to fight.
17 years at home.
3 years in a savage juvenile detention center.
3 years in the game.
In total, for 23 years, violence had never been absent from Dohyun's life.
He was beaten by his father, beaten in the detention center, and even beaten by monsters in the game.
In that process, Dohyun learned for himself.
How to hit well, and where to hit to make it hurt more.
When facing an enemy with a higher weight class than himself, he first knocks them down.
And he prevents the guy from ever getting up.
The moment they stand up, the meaning of a surprise first strike fades away.
"W-wait, ah, fuck, where are you hitting... Time, time!"
-Peoeok
One-sided violence.
However, Dohyun had zero experience fighting humans in reality.
Jinho, spotting a momentary opening, shoved Dohyun hard.
And in that gap, he got up and took a stance.
"You fucking bastard, you're dead now."
He didn't know where this man had popped out from.
He didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Seo A-yeon.
But if he were to be one-sidedly beaten by him, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
Jinho, who had professionally learned boxing, could easily take the victory from Dohyun even if he had been hit a few times.
"...."
Suddenly, Dohyun recalled the past.
Back in his days of Ssal-muk.
To save on expensive mana potion costs, Dohyun had favored close-quarters combat using Physical Enhancement Magic.
After earning money, he came to prefer combat where he could beat them one-sidedly with Ranged Magic.
That, too, applied to reality.
Fighting by trading blows was a method used only when he was poor.
He had a smarter means at his disposal.
Dohyun asked.
"Do you have a lot of money at home?"
"...What?"
"I asked if you have a lot."
"...Can't you tell by looking at the clothes I'm wearing?"
Dohyun didn't have an eye for luxury goods, but he could tell at a glance that they looked expensive.
However.
"This fucking thing costs 800,000 won per piece, and you're leaving footprints on it? You want to die?"
"I'll give it to you."
"What?"
"I'm giving it to you right now, call out your account number."
800,000 won was cheaper than the price of gum.
"...It really came in."
"Then now, I'm going to hit you once."
"...Huh?"
-Peoeok
Blood streamed from Jinho's nose.
"Aaack! Fuck, what kind of bullshit is hitting me suddenly...."
"Is there anything you usually want?"
"...What did you say?"
"Answer me."
Jinho rolled his eyes and said.
"M-Moncler padded vest."
"How much is it?"
"O-one million five hundred thousand won."
[ 1,500,000 won has been deposited. ]
-Peoeok
"Next."
"Sharel ceramic watch?"
-Peoeok
"Next."
"...Gucci small black clutch bag."
-Peoeok
Jinho thought, what kind of crazy bastard is this?
He stops fighting to deposit money, then suddenly asks if there's anything he wants.
And every time he deposits that money, he swings a fist.
He had already received over ten million won.
For a moment, Jinho saw his own reflection in Dohyun.
'Is he doing this because he's afraid of me suing him?'
One-sided violence.
If it goes to a court battle, Jinho's side is at an advantage.
That's why it was clear he was spraying money instead of a settlement.
'He's a guy similar to me.'
This was something Jinho also did often.
When beating up a guy he didn't like.
Or when trying to fuck a woman.
Sometimes, if you hand over about ten million won, you can just slide past it.
Because of this, Jinho, who chose to bully children from poor families, could tell that Dohyun was of the same breed.
'You idiot, did you think I would just let this slide?'
He had picked the wrong opponent.
Jinho's family is wealthy.
To be precise, his parents have a lot of money, and he lives off his allowance.
But that allowance alone is 10 million won a month.
He couldn't be satisfied with a mere tens of millions of won as Settlement Money.
He would let himself be beaten until the guy's wallet was empty.
And when that time came, he would beat him back.
"You must have a lot of money at home?"
"Next."
"...Valnong Blue Cartier."
Jinho raised the price.
A super-high-end watch worth over 10 million won.
It was a more expensive model than the watch he was currently wearing.
[ 15,000,000 won has been deposited. ]
-Peoeok
"Next."
"Infinity High Jewelry bracelet?"
[ 30,000,000 won has been deposited. ]
-Peoeok
"Next."
"Rolex Datejust 41."
[ 50,000,000 won has been deposited. ]
"Next."
-Peoeok
"Next."
-Peoeok
"Next."
-Peoeok
.
.
.
"Next."
Something was wrong.
This bastard's money wasn't running out.
"Next?"
"W-wait...."
Jinho had already forgotten how many times he had been hit.
Cold sweat flowed down his forehead.
He was clearly a moronic guy, but the money he had already received had exceeded hundreds of millions.
"How much money is this bastard pouring out...."
-Peoeok
"Next."
In his life, he had pressed others down with money, but he had never been pressed down himself.
But to think there was a guy throwing hundreds of millions as Settlement Money.
An indescribable fear began to creep up.
Could it be that he had picked the wrong opponent?
A third-generation chaebol? A crypto millionaire?
To think there was a guy like that among A-yeon's close older brothers.
This was information he had never heard from Kim Su-ah.
"I see you drive a BMW i8."
"Huh?"
"Why are you driving such a cheap car?"
Dohyun threw a car key.
A McLaren 720S car key.
The price of the car body, 390 million won in current currency.
Recently, Baek Ha-rin had discovered a seller through her connections who was selling a 2.7 billion won supercar, of which there were only 600 in the world, for double the price.
Dohyun, who had decided to buy it immediately, had already changed his mind about that car.
"It's a new car I picked up last week. With this, we won't be seeing each other's faces in court."
Of course, a triple lawsuit warrant for Hidden Camera, stalking, and trespassing would be flying his way.
And he would use his infinite capital to ensure he received the maximum possible sentence.
However, the subject of that was A-yeon, not Dohyun.
Even if he received hundreds of millions in Settlement Money, he wouldn't be able to use it anyway once he went to prison.
"So, let's just get hit five more times."
"Th-that...."
"Answer."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
-Peoeok, peok, peoeok, peoeok, peoeok
Although Jinho received 500 million won that day, the usage of the money was already decided.
Because the victims who had been harmed by him until now were planning to file a class-action lawsuit one by one, following Dohyun's guidance.
A few months later.
Eventually cut off by his parents, he attended the trial with a legal team formed with the remaining 500 million won.
However, since Dohyun's infinite wealth supported the victims, he ended up receiving the maximum possible sentence.
The 500 million won was already entirely consumed by the trial, and his future after coming out of prison was only miserable.
But he, not knowing such a future, was lying there blankly, thinking that it was fine since he had received the money.
*
A-yeon was not mentally prepared.
It was natural. Without any prior signs, she never imagined they would reunite so suddenly.
A gray, colorless daily life.
That had been shattered in a single day like this.
Her brother had come running in one step to protect her again.
"O-Oppa...."
A-yeon, who came out of her room once the commotion subsided, rubbed her eyes.
It was neither a hallucination nor an auditory hallucination.
Seo Do-hyeon was standing in front of her in the flesh.
Looking much taller and more handsome than the last time she saw him.
It wasn't a touching reunion, nor a dramatic one.
But her brother was right in front of her.
A-yeon couldn't believe it.
Finally, Dohyun turned his head and made eye contact with A-yeon.
"...Is it really Oppa?"
"...Ah."
The joy of the reunion was short-lived.
Dohyun, regaining his senses, hurriedly wiped the blood that had splattered on him.
'Was I too excited?'
He wondered if he, having just swung his fists so refreshingly, might overlap with their father.
A-yeon might be terrified.
"A-yeon-ah, this is...."
The moment Dohyun stepped back.
A-yeon's footsteps were faster than his.
A-yeon grabbed Dohyun's collar tightly, as if not wanting to let go.
Even if tears didn't come out earlier because she was surprised, it was different now that the situation had been settled.
An overwhelming emotion filled A-yeon's chest.
Water droplets welled up in her eyes.
Seeing that face, Dohyun also felt overwhelmed.
"What were you doing, why did you come now...."
"...A-yeon-ah."
"I waited... I waited for 6 years."
Dohyun tried to stroke A-yeon's hair out of habit.
However, he hesitated because of his blood-stained hands.
Perhaps noticing that, A-yeon took Dohyun's hand and placed it on her head.
Dohyun, trying hard to hold back the tears that were welling up, stroked her hair and said.
"Oppa was a bit late, wasn't he?"
As if that word was the fuse, A-yeon burst into tears and threw herself into Dohyun's arms.
*
Meanwhile, Su-ah was sitting on a park bench, checking her watch.
About 10 minutes had passed since Jinho went in.
By now, A-yeon must be quite terrified.
'I should go up soon.'
Now, she would go up and save her like a prince in a dramatic fashion.
'It really hasn't been long.'
Using this incident as an excuse, she would isolate her at school and keep her by her side.
And slowly, like she did in high school, if she opened her heart one by one.
The day she would achieve her dream would surely come.
Just thinking about it made her heart flutter.
The elevator arrived at the 3rd floor.
The firmly closed front door.
Jinho and A-yeon must be inside.
Even though Jinho doesn't know that she's going to stab him in the back.
'I should get rid of this Kim Jinho bastard too.'
Even after meeting A-yeon, she had met a few other women, but none of them satisfied her.
That was why she had cleared all her previous connections and focused only on A-yeon.
Jinho, who was pestering such an A-yeon, was no longer a card she could use, but a nuisance she had to clear away.
Even if Jinho pointed her out as an accomplice, she had already erased all related evidence.
There was no way the guy had recorded their conversation from earlier. He didn't have the intelligence for that.
Well, even if he had recorded it, it didn't matter.
Illegal recordings have no legal validity.
Su-ah pressed the doorbell.
As expected, no answer.
From now on, it's acting.
Su-ah, having entered the password she heard from A-yeon beforehand, burst into the house, acting with a hurried expression.
"A-yeon-ah, are you okay!?"
Looking down and confirming there were unfamiliar shoes at the entrance, she burst into the house with an expression of being more worried than anyone else.
To add detail, she didn't take off her shoes.
Because she had to act out an urgent situation.
"...Huh?"
When such a Su-ah checked the entrance.
She encountered Jinho, who had fainted while covered in blood, and realized something had gone wrong.
As she raised her head, there was A-yeon, glaring at her with a cold face.
And there was her brother, whom she had hated all this time.