Chapter 45
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Translator: Wjin
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: The Guy Who Must Be Killed
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"Phew. Jeong Chan-sung looks to be in great shape."
Jeong Chan-sung's complexion was excellent as he climbed into the cage.
In Kangyul's memory, the old Jeong Chan-sung rarely fought at peak condition.
He was always nursing injuries, and before climbing the rankings, he'd faced plenty of discrimination in Japan and abroad.
'They even deliberately turned off the hotel heat on him, right?'
But as long as Kangyul was backing him, nothing like that would ever happen.
Jeong Chan-sung made his entrance, and soon Garcia Leonard stepped into the cage as well.
His dark skin and toad-like face gave him a tough look.
Even at a glance, his thick neck and torso screamed power.
"Think he can win this one?"
"Yeah. He'll win in style... probably?"
Finally, Round 1 began, and the two fighters advanced on each other.
It's finally starting!
Too bad, but Jeong Chan-sung's probably getting a decision loss again.
Garcia's one tough dude.
Jeong Chan-sung slinked forward in his signature loose style toward Garcia.
Once he entered range, he snapped out a quick low kick.
Thwack!
Garcia, with his hands up tight in guard, took a shot to the thigh and hopped back.
Toad hops pretty good lol
Why's it so annoying just watching him hop?
Garcia retreated, then exploded forward at Jeong Chan-sung.
He threw heavy hooks with both hands almost simultaneously.
It was a sneaky punch, but Jeong Chan-sung shook his head to slip it like he'd seen it coming.
Instead, he cut to the side, grabbing Garcia's waist.
Oh. Straight to takedown?!
Jeong Chan-sung's moving great today! Debut win incoming?
Bullshit. You think Garcia's that easy? He'll gas out in Round 3 and drop.
Positive and negative comments flooded in simultaneously.
But the fact that this much attention was focused on him in Korea—a UFC wasteland—was proof that Jeong Chan-sung was becoming a world-class fighter.
"Jeong Chan-sung's in top form. He'll cruise to a win."
"Is that so?"
Jang Deokcheol glanced at Kangyul's phone while driving.
"Uncle Jang, you crash like that, and there won't be any medicine for it."
"Haha. Don't worry—I'm a veteran driver, you know."
Kangyul shook his head and focused back on the fight.
Jeong Chan-sung had already hoisted Garcia up and slammed him to the mat.
Garcia kept trying to stand, but Jeong Chan-sung stubbornly held him down from top position.
'Jeong Chan-sung's way ahead on the ground, that's for sure.'
Unfortunately, it was still early in Round 1, and Garcia had too much gas left.
Despite Jeong Chan-sung's pressure, Garcia rolled like a bucking bronco and got back up.
He's slipping! Damn toad gets up like a boss lololol
Even if he gets up, he can't land on Jeong Chan-sung lol
Nah. Garcia's got one-punch KO power. If he goes off, even Jeong Chan-sung can't stop him.
Can't stop him? That's Crayon Shin-chan, dummy.
Ah. Boring af. GTFO.
Lol yeah
The moment Garcia stood, he swung a massive right hook.
It was a haymaker that could stagger anyone, but it wasn't landing.
Jeong Chan-sung just took a single step back to slip out of range.
In return, his fist crashed perfectly into Garcia's face.
Thwack!
Thwack!
A crisp one-two hook rattled Garcia's head, making him hesitate.
'Jeong Chan-sung really is a cheat character.'
Compared to normal people, Jeong Chan-sung's arms were freakishly long.
At 176cm tall, his reach was 189cm—nearly 15cm longer than Garcia's.
In short, he could hit while staying out of Garcia's range.
Thwack!
Thwack!
Once more, Jeong Chan-sung's fists slammed into Garcia's jaw.
Those dipping hooks from the outside were hard to dodge.
Garcia staggered and flopped to the canvas.
"That's it! Finish him!"
Kangyul cheered excitedly, and Jang Deokcheol craned his neck to peek at the phone.
Finish?! He's going for it?!
Insane! Debut KO let's go!
Jeong Chan-sung mounted Garcia and rained down ground-and-pound before spinning to lock in an arm-triangle.
Garcia flailed wildly, but Jeong Chan-sung clung like a snake.
"Twister!"
No sooner had Kangyul shouted than Jeong Chan-sung wrenched Garcia's head in a twist.
Garcia's body contorted like a twisted towel in agony.
The UFC broadcast team screamed at the technique.
"Wooo! Yes!"
"He won?!"
Kangyul whooped in joy, and Jang Deokcheol couldn't resist turning to look at the phone.
"Yeah! He won! Amazing! Even faster than in the past... Ah! Uncle Jang! Eyes on the road!"
That was when it happened.
Kangyul pointed ahead and yelled.
Jang Deokcheol finally turned forward.
Someone was lunging into the road from a dark alley.
Thud!
Jang Deokcheol swerved hard, clipping the man and sending him tumbling to the side.
It was partly Jang Deokcheol's inattention, but the guy jumping out was at fault too.
"...Y-Young Master. You okay?"
"I'm fine. Check on that guy first."
"Got it!"
Jang Deokcheol got out to check the man.
But he grimaced and waved his hand dismissively.
Kangyul followed him out and understood why.
'Urk! Booze stench!'
The alcohol reek was overpowering.
And as if he hadn't bathed in days, a foul body odor wafted up.
'A homeless guy?'
"H-Hey, you alright?"
"...Fuck. What the hell! Get lost!"
The man staggered to his feet, seemingly unhurt.
But the instant Kangyul saw his face, he froze stiff.
'...This bastard!'
His eyes were glassy from drink, but Kangyul recognized him instantly.
'Oh Young-chun!'
The ethnic Korean killer who'd kidnapped a woman passing by and butchered her into 230 pieces.
A total monster caught mid-act while boiling flesh off her bones in a huge pot and bagging it up to share.
'Why the hell is this guy here?'
Kangyul remembered his face because the news plastered it everywhere.
The media called him "a demon who'd given up being human."
'Even after arrest, he said Korean cops didn't beat him and fed him well, so he was happy? Demon scum!'
Old rage surged as Kangyul glared at Oh Young-chun.
"...This bastard—no, get him in the car."
"What? Why the fuck would I ride with you punks! You wanna die too?"
Kangyul had Jang Deokcheol pull out cash and dangled a thick wad of ten-thousand-won bills in front of Oh Young-chun.
"Our fault, so we'll make it right. We'll drive you home and give you money. Still no?"
"...N-No! Gimme!"
Oh Young-chun snatched the cash with one hand and cackled gleefully.
"Hop in."
Kangyul loaded Oh Young-chun into the car and headed for his place.
'Gotta find out where this bastard lives.'
Jang Deokcheol stayed silent amid Kangyul's icy aura, like frost was about to blow in.
"Hey! More cash! My whole body's sore!"
Oh Young-chun, clutching the bills, suddenly glared at Kangyul.
He figured he'd squeeze more out of these nice suckers.
"Give me your address, and we'll hit an ATM nearby for extra."
"Tch. Better not stiff me."
Oh Young-chun slurred out his address in a drunken drawl.
"Seoul ○○○ ○○○ Daewang Motel. Hurry up."
'...Not his actual home, as expected. News said the crime scene was in Suwon.'
Kangyul pondered the whole drive to the motel.
To stop that horrific crime, he had to keep tabs on this guy somehow.
'But I can't stick around here myself.'
Kangyul glanced at Jang Deokcheol and sent a message.
Jang Deokcheol caught the meaningful look, checked his buzzing phone.
Chairman: Thinking of tailing this guy. Know anyone suitable?
Jang Deokcheol thought for a moment, then nodded.
Chairman: Get someone to watch him 24/7. Urgent.
'Who the hell is this guy?'
Jang Deokcheol was puzzled but had no choice but to obey.
Tailing someone was illegal, but with money, it was easy.
'Conveniently, I know just the guy.'
He had a private investigator buddy—really just a guy running an info broker shop.
Arriving near the motel Oh Young-chun mentioned, Jang Deokcheol excused himself to "get cash" and called the PI.
Ring―
The line rang a few times before a voice answered on the other end.