Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator : M.N 1391
Chapter: 4
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The friend beside them kicked Kyung-wan in the back, but it was a miscalculation.
Kyung-wan had already latched onto the guy, who let out a terrible scream from the pain around his neck.
“Arghhhh!”
He flailed wildly, trying to shake Kyung-wan off, but Kyung-wan clung to him like a clamp.
“Jungsu! Help me! Get this bastard off!”
Jungsu had frozen for a moment at the scene that looked like something straight out of a zombie thriller, but he snapped out of it as Kyung-wan shook his friend’s head viciously. He grabbed Kyung-wan’s hair and pulled with all his strength.
Thanks to that, he managed to yank him off his friend, but the outcome was far worse than he imagined.
“Arghhhh!”
The friend clutched his bleeding neck, kicking and screaming, while the deranged, zombie-like Kyung-wan slowly turned his head toward them and smiled.
His teeth were red with blood.
“Heehee~.”
Kyung-wan grinned innocently, as if asking to be let go. His hair was freed, but his attempt to win favor clearly failed.
“Heeek!”
That bloodstained smile filled Jungsu’s mind with one thought: A crazy zombie!
Terrified, he let go of Kyung-wan’s hair and tried to bolt.
Naturally, he failed.
“Where are you going?”
“N-No!”
Kyung-wan spat out a chunk of skin he’d bitten and instantly tackled him. Jungsu’s legs were swept out of the air by Kyung-wan’s arms, and with his momentum cut off mid-run, he fell face-first to the ground.
Afraid he’d be bitten next, Jungsu hurriedly covered his face with his arms.
But Kyung-wan wasn’t actually a zombie. He just acted like one.
Crunch!
“Arghhhh!”
He didn’t go for Jungsu’s neck. Instead, he grabbed Jungsu’s ankle and twisted with his leg braced as a lever. The ankle and knee joints bent in a way they shouldn’t.
With Jungsu incapacitated, Kyung-wan turned back toward the first guy, the one whose neck he’d bitten.
The guy flailed desperately, trying to wave him away.
“Don’t come! Don’t come, you bastard!”
“Nope~.”
Kyung-wan taunted him, lightly tapping the guy’s struggling leg as if waiting for an opening. The guy tried to shield his injured neck and kick Kyung-wan away, but the moment he let his guard down, Kyung-wan grabbed his ankle.
What happened next was obvious.
Crunch!
“Arghhhh!”
Seeing the guy writhe from the pain in both his neck and ankle, Kyung-wan smiled pleasantly.
It felt cathartic, like all his stress evaporated at once.
Jungsu screamed at him in rage.
“You crazy bastard! When our seniors get here, you’re dead! Dead!”
He must’ve hoped a little threat might get him out of the situation.
Kyung-wan dug in his ear with his pinky, completely ignoring him, then walked over and wiped the blood around his mouth on the guy’s shirt.
“So fishy…”
As he stood up, he finally noticed the terrified female student watching.
“Hey.”
“Y-Yes?”
Her dazed expression made him click his tongue.
“tsk, tsk. No sense at all. When you get the chance, you’re supposed to sneak away quietly. What are you still doing here? You’ll lose your nose while you’re wide awake, girl.”
“C-Can I go?”
“Of course. Not like you’re showing much sense anyway.”
His tongue-clicking made her flinch, but she cautiously asked:
“What… what are you going to do with those guys?”
“Well~, trash disposal usually works two ways. Recycling or trashing. And trashing splits into combustible and non-combustible. The human body’s about seventy percent water, so it doesn’t burn well.”
“…”
She had no idea what he meant to do, but the message came across clearly enough: things weren’t ending here.
“Is… is that really necessary…?”
Kyung-wan gave her a bright smile. He’d wiped his mouth, but blood still stained his teeth, giving the smile a chilling edge.
“People don’t live by what’s necessary. They live by what they want. Think about what these trash were planning to do to you. Was that necessary?”
“…”
“Shoo~! Go on. From here on out, it’s restricted for minors under nineteen.”
She hurried to put her clothes back in place and ran out of the factory.
“Thank you! Thank you!”
“Good kid.”
Watching her bow repeatedly as she fled, Kyung-wan found her beautiful, not her body, but her manners. Even after everything, she didn’t forget gratitude.
In a world full of people who’d run without a word even after you risk your life to help them, her attitude was admirable.
Kyung-wan turned away from her and approached the offenders again. Attempted or not, to him they were all the same trash.
“Hey. Spread your legs.”
“Screw you!”
Jungsu spat the insult defiantly. Kyung-wan nodded, as if impressed.
“Yep. That’s how a delinquent should act.”
“D-Don’t! Don’t!”
After a brief scuffle, Kyung-wan seized Jungsu’s uninjured leg. With one leg already useless, Jungsu couldn’t resist. Kyung-wan twisted with coordinated leg and waist strength, and the hip joint bent in a direction it should never bend.
Crack!
“Arghhhh!”
“Ugh, so loud. Aren’t you used to it yet?”
“Please… please! I’m sorry!”
Jungsu finally understood his situation and begged through tears. But Kyung-wan shook his head.
“What mistake did you make? He’s the problem. Brazilian Kick!”
“!!!!!”
The sudden blow made Jungsu curl up, writhing violently in panic and pain.
Kyung-wan left him behind and moved to the friend he’d bitten earlier. The guy was unconscious, having face-planted earlier.
“Don’t come! Don’t!”
The guy tried to crawl away using his good leg, but it was useless.
Kyung-wan wrapped his arms around the guy’s leg. From this position, he could stomp the man’s groin at any moment.
“Egg Breaker!”
“N-No, don’t, ... huh?”
He braced for impact, but nothing came. Instead, he opened his eyes to see Kyung-wan hugging his leg and… thinking.
When their eyes met, Kyung-wan asked:
“Hey. Got a better name for the move? ‘Egg Breaker’ feels too basic.”
“…”
Who asks the potential victim for naming suggestions?
But he couldn’t call Kyung-wan crazy, not when Kyung-wan was holding his future children hostage.
Not that his fate depended on his answer anyway.
“How about… Extinction Kick for Defective Genes? Or Rape-DNA Killing Kick?”
“I’m sorry! Please, just spare me once! Please!”
He begged desperately. His neck wound had stopped bleeding, but his tear-streaked, dirt-smeared face looked pitiful to anyone who didn’t know what he’d done.
“Hey. I asked you a question. Don’t waste time with nonsense.”
Without warning, Kyung-wan stomped his face.
Thud!
His nose crunched, and he clutched his face, eyes rolling back.
“Son Heung-min Kick!”
Pain shot up from below, far worse than the pain in his face.
“Two strikes!”
Two strikes of what? Who knew. Kyung-wan pumped his fists proudly, mixing baseball and soccer terminology like a maniac.
Then he turned to the last remaining offender. The guy had gone from ugly to downright grotesque after earlier impact, but Kyung-wan didn’t offer exceptions.
He grabbed the guy by the waist, forcing him into a humiliating, animal-like posture.
A perfect isosceles triangle, hips elevated.
Even through clothing, Kyung-wan imagined he saw the little bells dangling below the vertex.
He stepped back to take a running start,
, and then an unwelcome voice called out.
“What the hell are you?”
“?”
Kyung-wan turned. Three rough-looking delinquents were entering the abandoned factory. He clicked his tongue when he saw the high school girl in their grip, her mouth covered.
“You got caught again? tsk tsk.”
The tallest, meanest-looking one frowned and repeated his question.
“I said, what the hell are you?”
“A person. Can’t you tell?”
“Hah!”
Annoyed, the delinquent asked a different question:
“What are you doing to our boys?”
“You can see.”
Kyung-wan dismissed him, then without hesitation ran forward and kicked the last offender’s vulnerable spot.
Thump!
“Ghhhhh, !”
The boy convulsed with a strangled scream, making the delinquent leader’s expression twist.
“Grab that bastard.”
He handed the girl to one of his lackeys. She struggled but stopped after being slapped. More than anything, she froze when she saw Kyung-wan, who she thought would help, turn and run away without even looking back.
“You bastard, stop!”
The two lackeys chased him in panic. Considering his earlier display, they’d expected him to fight head-on.
Unfortunately, the abandoned factory had doors on both sides. If Kyung-wan escaped, their notoriously short-tempered leader, Young-chul, would explode at them.
As soon as he exited the door, Kyung-wan pivoted sharply to the side. The frontmost pursuer ran out,
, and thud! a blunt sound rang out.
“Guk!”
Kyung-wan hadn’t run. He’d hidden right beside the door and ambushed him. He held a fist-sized chunk of cement, and smashing it into the guy’s face dropped him instantly.
Whether the guy lived or died wasn’t Kyung-wan’s concern.
“Wah!”
Kyung-wan leapt back inside and yelled to startle the next guy. Startled, the delinquent threw a punch.
Big mistake. His arm blocked his own view.
Thud!
“Cement Counter!”
Cement and face reunited violently. The delinquent collapsed unconscious.
Then Kyung-wan pointed the cement chunk at the last delinquent, Young-chul, wagging his finger to provoke him.
“Come on, come on.”
Young-chul’s eyes turned feral. He pulled a knife from his back pocket.
Kyung-wan felt déjà vu.
“Seriously, do punks these days not know how to fight without knives?”
“You’re dead today, bastard.”
Young-chul snarled, then shredded the girl’s clothes.
“Kyahhh!”
“Run and you die.”
He growled at her. Tearing the clothes was meant to frighten her into staying put.
Kyung-wan sighed and commented:
“Ugh, vulgar. Though looking at your face, I get it. A guy like you isn’t getting any affection willingly. So you’re trying to compensate with force, pitiful mating instincts of an inferior male. But hey, it’s not entirely your fault you’re unpopular. Blame the parents who gave you that unfortunate face. Oh! Or maybe your dad assaulted your mom and that’s how you were born? In that case, it makes perfect sense you’d act like this. Like father, like son, ”
“Die!”