Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Episode 7
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Jin-seong's gaze couldn't tear away from Jo Jin-woo's profile.
There were villains in the world who could never be reformed.
Jo Jin-woo's status was no exaggeration to call him one of those villains.
Alcohol addiction, anger management disorder, violence.
Even if he granted alcohol addiction a hundred concessions...
'Anger management...'
When he played Era of Success,
NPCs with anger management disorder as a trait would stir up trouble at every opportunity.
'And violence.'
NPCs with violence as a trait caused violent incidents as casually as eating rice.
'An NPC with both anger management disorder and violence traits...'
It was the worst combination.
'Can't control emotions well. Gets angry easily and hits easily.'
They didn't discriminate between men or women as targets for assault.
He furrowed his brow.
'This isn't good.'
The best course with someone like Jo Jin-woo was to keep as much distance as possible.
If unavoidable entanglement occurred, the optimal strategy was to avoid provoking him.
Yet Park Ha-yeon was unloading everything she wanted to say, holdable or not.
It was provoking the opponent.
'If he snaps, how's she going to handle the aftermath...'
He was worried. On edge. And Jin-seong's worries...
'Gasp?!'
Were unavoidable. Regrettably, his fears became reality.
"Sunbae, how many times do I have to tell you? I don't see you as a man. I have no desire to date you."
"Ha-yeon-ah... don't be like that... Oppa will treat you really well... I beg you... won't you go out with me?"
"Ha...? Are your ears just for show? Why are you ignoring what I'm saying? I said no! How many times do I have to say it?!"
"Ha-yeon-ah..."
"I don't want to talk to you anymore, sunbae. Go home now. And don't ever come back. Actually, no. I'll go in first."
Park Ha-yeon cut the conversation off coldly.
She turned around without a hint of hesitation.
Jo Jin-woo could only stare blankly at the back of her head.
I confessed like this... Isn't she supposed to accept it after a confession like that...?
Anyway, what a rude bitch. Talks like shit and looks at me like I'm retarded?
Annoying. Ha? Getting madder the more I think about it? Fuck? This shitty bitch must be begging to die?
Jo Jin-woo's inner thoughts changed in real time.
A crack formed in his pitiful expression, rage settling in.
The rage gauge rose slowly, eventually hitting its limit.
Fuck this bitch. Trampling my pure heart?
He finally exploded.
Rude bitch. You need to be taught a lesson.
Jo Jin-woo headed toward Park Ha-yeon. He walked slowly at first, then picked up speed, and soon charged at her.
His eyes rolled back. He lost his reason. His sole intent was to beat the rude bitch to death and teach her a lesson.
'Dangerous.'
Jin-seong sensed the crisis.
'I have to stop him.'
He had to help. He had to save her. If things continued like this, Park Ha-yeon was in danger.
His body moved faster than his thoughts. The moment he detected the danger, he sprang into action. It was an unconscious response.
"No!"
Jin-seong lifted his leg. The target was Jo Jin-woo's side. His hefty body slammed into him.
Thud!
It hit true.
The flying kick, infused with all his power, struck perfectly.
"Gah?!"
Jo Jin-woo wondered what the hell was happening.
He had grabbed Park Ha-yeon's shoulder. The moment she turned her upper body, he seized her neck with his left hand. With his free right hand, he tried to slap her.
But it was thwarted. Just before the strike, a heavy pain erupted from his side. He rolled powerlessly to the ground.
"Urk..."
Jo Jin-woo clutched his side.
'Which bastard?'
Which bastard had kicked him?
He looked up.
'The loser?'
Shabby hair.
Height that didn't even reach 170cm. A build that looked at least 90kg. Flabby flesh far from any hint of exercise.
'Crazy, this loser kicked me?'
This weak-looking, pathetic guy?
Jo Jin-woo was speechless.
The bewilderment was brief. Bewilderment turned to absurdity, absurdity to incredulity, and incredulity to rage.
'Pig... loser... how dare... a pig loser like you dare hit me?'
Jo Jin-woo's face twisted.
"You fucking loser..."
He trailed off as he stood.
"You must be sick of living?!"
His eyes rolled back. His mind blanked.
"You're dead! Chant it, you pig bastard!"
He swung his fist. It flew toward the left cheek.
"Eek?!"
Jin-seong was on the slower side. He failed to react. He couldn't dodge.
Thud!
Jo Jin-woo's fist smashed into his face.
"Argh!"
Jin-seong screamed. He toppled backward.
"Die!"
Jo Jin-woo mounted him. He rained down punches.
Jin-seong covered his face with both arms to block.
Thud! Thud!
The merciless punches hammered down.
"Stop!"
Park Ha-yeon cried out urgently.
"I said stop!"
He didn't stop.
"Fucking loser."
Jo Jin-woo grinned savagely.
"Today, I'll beat you half to..."
He intended to leave him half-dead.
But Jo Jin-woo couldn't finish his sentence.
The barrage of punches halted.
Thud!
A dull sound echoed.
"Gaaah!"
Jo Jin-woo let out a sharp scream as he fell backward.
"Hey! Jo Jin-woo!"
A voice filled with fury rang out.
Jo Jin-woo clutched his nose and looked up.
Blood trickled from his hand and chin.
His nose was gushing.
"I told you to stop, didn't I?!"
Park Ha-yeon glared at him with a fierce gaze.
It was ferocious enough to devour a person whole.
"I said stop, right?"
She gathered her flowing long hair with one hand and tied it back with a hair tie.
"You were gonna hit me? You're completely insane."
"......"
"Ha, fuck, you're pissing me off. Making my blood boil..."
Park Ha-yeon grabbed Jo Jin-woo's head with both hands.
She kneed him upward. It smashed into his face.
A knee strike to the face.
"Gaaah!"
Jo Jin-woo realized why his face was bleeding from his nose.
Two consecutive knee strikes had landed on his face.
He clutched his face in agony.
"Die!"
Jo Jin-woo couldn't regain his senses amid the pain.
Crack!
Park Ha-yeon gave him no time to recover.
Something crunched underfoot.
"Gyyyaaah!"
Jo Jin-woo writhed in agony.
Park Ha-yeon with her lid flipped was terrifying.
She beat him soundly.
The assault continued until Park Man-bok arrived on the scene.
"Ha-yeon-ah, stop, stop it."
Park Man-bok pulled her off.
"Let go. Let go! I said let go. I'm not letting this fucker off today."
"Please stop. Just stop. You'll kill him."
She was in a super-excited state.
She had lost her reason.
He dragged her away forcibly. Park Ha-yeon struggled. But she couldn't overcome Park Man-bok's strength.
"Haa..."
Park Man-bok let out a sigh.
The current situation was nothing but bewildering.
"What the hell happened here?"
He asked Jin-seong for the full story.
"That guy, that bastard over there, was about to hit Ha-yeon."
"What?"
"Well, it went like this..."
He explained the whole thing. Park Man-bok listened intently while restraining his daughter.
The explanation finished.
'Eek?!'
Jin-seong couldn't help but freak out.
The usually mild-mannered Park Man-bok was gone. He looked ferocious enough to scare off demons.
His legs went weak.
"This bastard..."
Park Man-bok released Park Ha-yeon. He approached Jo Jin-woo.
He clenched his fist.
"You were gonna hit my daughter?"
"D-Dad?"
"S-Sajangnim?"
Park Ha-yeon and Jin-seong trembled.
Park Man-bok's aura surpassed mere ferocity.
It was an atmosphere where killing someone wouldn't be surprising.
Even the lid-flipped Park Ha-yeon seemed cute by comparison.
"Dad, no. If you hit him, you'll really kill him."
"Aigoo, Sajangnim, hold back. This could turn into a big problem."
They had to stop him.
"Let go! I'm not letting this bastard off!"
They held him back with all their might.
'Eek...'
Jo Jin-woo felt fear.
He had felt fear when Park Ha-yeon hit him, too.
But Park Man-bok's blazing glare was on another level entirely.
His legs went weak.
'Run.'
He might really die.
'I have to run.'
He fled. With every ounce of effort.
'Should I report him?'
Once he escaped the scene.
Once he stopped running.
His reason slowly returned.
'Fuck, I'm not letting her off.'
Jo Jin-woo contemplated suing Park Ha-yeon for assaulting him.
He'd been beaten too badly to let it slide leniently.
His KakaoTalk buzzed.
[Park Ha-yeon: If you're wronged, sue me.]
[Park Ha-yeon: CCTV caught everything—who's right and wrong.]
[Park Ha-yeon: Dad warned you. Watch your back at night.]
[Park Ha-yeon: Don't contact me ever again. Blocking you.]
His pupils shook.
"Fuck..."
His profile changed.
Status: Anger Management Under Control
The incident was resolved.
It was the office.
"Thank you."
Park Man-bok bowed his head to Jin-seong.
"Thank you so much. If you hadn't helped, my daughter would have handprints on her face."
And that wasn't all.
If Jin-seong hadn't stopped him when he was angry, he would have smashed Jo Jin-woo to pieces. He'd have ended up in prison.
"No, no. I just did what anyone would."
"Are you okay? You look awful."
"Uh..."
Jin-seong checked the mirror.
His face was swollen puffy. His lip was split.
Honestly, it hurt a bit.
"I'm fine. It'll heal after applying ointment and a few days."
He smiled faintly. He didn't show the pain.
🧠 Inner Thoughts: I'm sorry and grateful to member Yoo Jin-seong. If it weren't for him, I almost caused big trouble.
Park Man-bok's favorability shot up vertically in real time.
Park Ha-yeon entered the office.
"You okay?"
"Yes? Yeah."
"Why jump in recklessly if you can't even fight?"
"It looked dangerous."
"Ha? Aren't you an idiot? You almost got in big trouble."
"I couldn't just stand by and watch."
Their eyes met.
'No goddess like her.'
Her greatest charm was her face.
A fox-like beauty.
He averted his gaze. Staring too long was lethally pretty and embarrassing.
"I'll apply the ointment."
"Huh? No need. I can do it myself..."
"Don't talk back."
She dabbed ointment on a cotton swab and applied it to his face.
"Wow, you really look seriously ugly."
"That's not polite."
"I can't do empty compliments. Ugly is ugly. I can't lie and say you're handsome."
He wasn't hurt by it.
Dumb pig. Got hurt because of me. I want to say thanks. But I can't say thank you.
Because he saw her inner thoughts.
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