By Zephyria The dirty ring was quickly and skillfully cleaned up.
Shaking the iron bars and keeping people away suggests that Mu-hae has accepted the offer.
Jin Mu-hae took off his glasses and threw them to Joo-oh, then unbuttoned his sleeves.
As he rolled up his sleeves, he saw specks of blood. He was sure he had only cleanly hit the jaw, so he didn’t know when he had seen blood.
“We don’t usually do business this way.”
The announcer, who had been covering his ear for a while, gestured to a staff member next to him.
He approached Jin Mu-hae, scanned his body with a scanning device, and confirmed that he had no weapons.
“Since you ruined our game, we have the right to choose a new opponent, right?”
“Suit yourself.”
After the announcer asked the ominous question, a small door behind the ring rattled and opened violently.
A large figure walked out, making thudding footsteps, making the wide-open doorway seem small.
He was a huge man, easily over 2 meters tall, with impressive solid muscles all over his body.
He was on a different level from the fighters he had seen until just now. The ripped arm muscles under his short-sleeved T-shirt looked like a child’s scribbles.
Even though they let him choose as he pleased, wasn’t this a bit too much…?
‘This guy seems like a cleaner.’
The gambling den is full of people who lose money and go crazy every day. Even in this kind of gambling, the people who come to fight don’t always obediently follow instructions.
There must be a guard who is always present to prevent these guys from causing accidents, and it seems like the guy who came out now is one of them.
They overwhelm their opponents with their size alone and have a sense of real combat.
He’s an unusual physique in this city. Jin Mu-hae, who is usually one or two heads taller, looked relatively slender.
Oh. Someone exclaimed at the unusual sight.
Judging by the familiar voice, it was definitely Joo-oh. Instead of worrying about this situation, he was mingling with the crowd and watching.
‘Yeah. It’s better to be quiet there.’
He was a formidable opponent, but he had no intention of backing down. Even if he backed down now, they wouldn’t let him go easily, and Jin Mu-hae was a man who was used to fighting.
He was someone who hunted Beasts and Aberrants beyond ordinary humans. He had forgotten for a moment after meeting someone whose physical abilities exceeded common sense, but he had never been overpowered by anyone before.
“Put 1,000 Deal on me.”
“A beating is the best medicine for a crazy bastard.”
A thick, low, and even booming voice mocked him. At the same time, a buzzer sounded, and numbers began to rise rapidly on the electronic display.
As expected, the betting ratio, which had been hovering around 8 to 2, widened to more than 9 to 1 in a few minutes.
It didn’t matter. The money was already in, and the bigger the reward ratio, the better for him.
“Jin Mu-hae.”
Someone grabbed his arm as he tilted his head and entered the ring.
Joo-oh was right behind him, having somehow pushed through the crowd.
“Bend down.”
“Why.”
“Because it’s easier than me standing on tiptoe.”
It was such an absurd request that he ended up granting it. Mu-hae looked around and slightly bent his waist to lower his eye level.
As if waiting for it, Joo-oh whispered in his ear.
“That guy. One of his arms is a little thinner.”
“He looks fine.”
“It’s thinner. He must have been injured before.”
A look of conviction in his eyes. He was telling Mu-hae about the opponent’s weakness.
Whether he believed it or not, it wouldn’t hurt to know, and it was definitely tempting. Just then, the cleaner who had just come up from the opposite side was observing Mu-hae with a chilling expression.
Ding!
The match started in an instant. It smelled faintly foul here and there, as if it hadn’t been cleaned earlier.
Mu-hae frowned and adjusted the distance between himself and his opponent. Looking at it this way, it seemed like one arm was really less thick, but maybe not.
Whack! Suddenly, the opponent reached out. A long arm whistled past his ear.
It was a very quick movement. If he had relaxed even a little, his jaw would have been turned.
‘As expected.’
People often think that if you get bigger, your movements will slow down. That the whole body is heavy and dull, so the speed will drop.
That’s partly true. If flesh is stuck to an already heavy frame, the body won’t move as you want it to, even if you want to be nimble.
But if the muscles are so firm, the situation is a little different. In a body that has been refined so much, size is power and speed.
Whack, a fist as big as a pot lid flew at his face again. Mu-hae quickly bent his body to avoid it, having anticipated the movement of his shoulder.
Paak! He feigned pulling his upper body back and swung his leg. The man who reflexively put out his shin groaned in annoyance.
The guy was definitely strong all over. He kicked him hard enough to make his sole tingle, but he didn’t feel like his bone was damaged at all.
Before he could create distance, he blocked the fist that came at him first, and Mu-hae almost let out a groan without dignity.
It was a punch that would definitely knock him over if it hit his head. He had to protect his head at all costs. He had seen enough of what happened to the guys who staggered and fell here.
“Kill him!”
As the shouts of the crowd pierced his ears, Mu-hae rushed in and attacked.
When he failed to hit the head, he frantically struck the opponent’s elbow. The opponent, who had been blocking hooks in succession, finally groaned and hastily threw a punch.
As a result, the attempt to hit the guy’s abdomen was thwarted.
‘This side is thinner, huh.’
Instead, Jin Mu-hae was able to grab the arm that had flown in defenselessly.
As he wrapped his arm around the guy’s arm and turned his body to the side, the guy whose arm was bent with a cracking sound thrashed and struck Mu-hae.
His mind flashed for a moment, and his vision shook for a moment. He hadn’t been hit in the head, but it hurt like hell.
If he got hit in the same place again, his bone would definitely be damaged. Sensing the danger, Mu-hae regretfully let go of his arm and stepped back.
“Hoo, hoo… Does it hurt?”
“You son of a bitch!”
Punches and kicks poured down, almost making a whooshing sound.
Jin Mu-hae, who had been retreating evasively, noticed the opponent’s right arm, which had become passive.
It seemed like he was trying to defend the area that wasn’t in good condition. As a result, the balance of his perfect body began to crumble.
The movement of one hook became larger, and his upper body shook slightly. Then he should touch it a little more.
Peok! Mu-hae, who had slapped the retreating arm as if threatening it, made a mean expression.
The outcome of a street fight depends on how well you scratch your opponent. According to that theory, Mu-hae saw the cleaner’s eyes widen.
After taking a few punches to the shoulder as if by mistake, Jin Mu-hae clenched his fist tightly in the midst of crushing pain.
Only after taking a few hits did he spot a gap in the opponent’s movement to pull his body away.
In an instant, his vision slowed down with the sound of his pounding heart…
Kwaaang!
When Mu-hae in his teens first started working as a mercenary, Director Gil and Teacher Jung did not welcome his decision.
Even if it took more than ten years to raise 200,000 Deal, they thought it would be better to do a safe job instead of one where his life was on the line.
Nevertheless, the reason they didn’t interfere any further was that they had always shown a half-indifferent attitude to Mu-hae’s choices, as if they had made a promise…
‘How can a guy like you come out of those genes? Didn’t you pick up something weird and grow up here?’
It was also because Mu-hae’s innate physical condition was so good.
His body was strong, flexible, and rarely broke down, and his reflexes were surprisingly good.
He was someone who could easily roll to the side to avoid a charging Beast.
He was confident that he could knock down a human, especially an opponent whose weakness he knew, even if he got hit a few times.
Kuoong!
“Waaaaaah!”
“Don’t cheat, you bastards!”
Mu-hae kicked the person who had already lost his balance and fallen several times.
Perhaps he thought the cleaner would be in danger if he left him alone any longer. The iron bars opened abruptly, even though the guy hadn’t lost consciousness.
“That’s enough. The money should be in.”
The staff pointed to one side and separated Mu-hae. Joo-oh was standing there with his hood slightly pulled back.
He was waving his hand excitedly as if he had seen something interesting. Someone’s shoulder was about to dislocate, and he was in so much pain, but what was so good about it?
“Jin Mu-hae! I’m rich!”
Judging from the fact that he clearly attached the subject ‘I’ to the word, Joo-oh must have bet the allowance he had been given earlier again.
Jin Mu-hae had a very ambiguous feeling, wondering whether he should thank him for believing in him or whether he should feel resentful and unlucky.
A large sum of money, over 9,000 Deal, was in his hands.
How long had it been since he had received compensation in Seogyeong City, and his pockets were full again like this.
“Keuk.”
Of course, it wasn’t free this time either. He unbuttoned his shirt and examined his shoulder, which was red and swollen and bruised with blood.
As he groped around while enduring the pain, it didn’t seem like the bone was cracked. It seemed like the tendons and muscles were strained. It was an injury that would take at least two days of rest to heal.
“I’m glad I didn’t get hit in the face.”
“Is that what’s important now?”
Joo-oh made a sound that turned people’s stomachs without noticing, but anyway, the primary goal was achieved.
Now that he had caused such a commotion and attracted attention, the attitude of the shadow that had been constantly poking at people would change a little.
Mu-hae was already entering the passage that only those involved could enter and resting in the back room.
Holding his throbbing shoulder, with Joo-oh next to him again.
“Do you think I have money to burn because I put in 100 Deal units?”
“I knew Jin Mu-hae would win.”
“Why are you talking while eating? When did you buy jerky?”
“Kang gave it to me.”
“You son of a bitch.”
As he had a pointless conversation with Joo-oh, it felt like a dream that he had been exchanging dangerous punches just 10 minutes ago.
It was a feeling he often got after being with him. Joo-oh made ordinary life strangely bizarre and unfamiliar, and he also melted away the sense of crisis and tension in an instant.
Then thud. The noise of people briefly increased as if the door outside the passage had opened.
Mu-hae and Joo-oh’s heads turned to one side at the same time. Someone was coming this way.