By Zephyria Someone approached Eui-jae, who was soaked in seawater, his body and mind damp. A man cracked his knuckles, making the bones pop, and yelled.
“Hey, you crazy brat, I can see you rolling your eyes under your eyelids. If you’re awake, get up now….”
This time, something flew toward his face. Judging by the speed and the flow of air, it seemed to be a fist. Eui-jae sat still, closing his eyes and wiggling only his toes.
“Open your eyes!”
Thwack! A fist as light as cotton touched his cheek. 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.
“Aaaagh!”
The scream erupted from somewhere other than Eui-jae’s mouth. Only then did Eui-jae slowly squint. The skinhead who threw the punch was clutching his fist, which was swelling up red, and jumping up and down in place. The dim light reflected off his shaved head, flashing erratically like a psychedelic light.
“M-my hand!”
As he did a wild dance as if his feet were on fire, the guys surrounding him jeered.
“Hey, you crazy brat, stop exaggerating!”
“What’s with punching someone’s face and then acting like that?”
“Ah, I’m not exaggerating!”
The skinhead, clutching his fist, explained tearfully, and one of the men mixed in with the company scoffed loudly.
“If you’re exaggerating, you’re dead. Let’s see.”
“It’s real, I tell you. Ah….”
“…Huh?”
The face of the guy who had been smirking as he checked the fist gradually hardened. Soon, with a bewildered expression, he turned his hand this way and that, scratched his head, and said.
“This crazy brat’s bone seems to be broken?”
“What?”
“No, did he put steel on his face? Why is his fist breaking when he punched a face?”
“Come to think of it, I hit that crazy brat’s head with a wooden stick earlier, and the stick did break.”
“What? Is he a stonehead? Is stonehead a skill too?”
The guys around him buzzed and gathered. This situation was troublesome. Some loser hitting him first….
At that moment, the mustached man grabbed Eui-jae’s wet hair and tilted his head back. Although wet, his face was so clean that one would not believe he had been punched. The mustached man, carefully examining every feature of his face, smiled slyly.
“Ha, this crazy brat. Coming in so openly. I guess he has something to believe in?”
“……”
“Hey, hey. Crushing your pretty face is nothing. Huh? Damn, even if we’re busy, we can concrete you in a drum in no time. We have time to throw you into the sea, you crazy brat.”
“……”
“You’re going to keep your mouth shut until the end…. Ha, you crazy brat. You’re a terrible actor.”
More than anything else, the words that he was a terrible actor touched Eui-jae’s pride. He was J, the center of attention in the Korean Hunter world, and EZ, who had overcome countless adversities and hardships with his acting skills alone. Of course, the Poker Face trait helped, but still.
For someone like me to be called a bad actor. His fingers, tied behind his back, twitched slightly in frustration. The mustached man gestured with his hand.
“Okay, let’s make you want to talk. Hey, bring the tools. This crazy brat seems to have some strange skills, so beat him with tools.”
“Yes, Hyung!”
Muscular men with crowbars, baseball bats, and wooden sticks approached, rotating their necks and arms. The mustached man, stepping back, smiled slyly.
“It’s going to hurt a bit.”
The biggest guy at the front of the company twisted his lips and approached. And—
Bang!
The sound of a bone breaking in two was clearer and more melodious than expected. The man who kicked Eui-jae, still in the kicking position, froze with wide eyes, then soon fell forward, grabbing his shin and rolling around.
“Agh! Aaaagh!”
“Damn, what?”
“Ugh, why is that moron kicking with his leg instead of using the tool?”
“That crazy brat is weird! Hit him with the tools!”
“That’s what I said, you idiot!”
“E, ergh!”
The big guy squeezed his eyes shut and swung the nailed bat at the small head.
Thwack!! The dull sound was quite loud, but this time, it wasn’t the head that broke. The bat was dangling with the middle part broken! The guy who was hit was fine, except for a slight tilt of his head.
‘Is this crazy brat really a stonehead?’
If you kick him, the kicker’s toes break, if you punch him, the hand bones break. If you hit him with a crowbar, hammer, baseball bat, or wooden stick, the tool breaks. After trying to beat up one person, they gathered the injured on one side, and it looked like a soccer team. By this point, the kidnappers had also noticed something was wrong. The guys stuck to the wall began to whisper among themselves in low voices.
“Damn, does this make sense? Why does it feel like the guy hitting is hurting more than the guy getting hit?”
“I know, right? What is this? We’re going to use up all our Elixirs, and Elixirs are so damn expensive these days.”
“Hyung, it hurts too much.”
“Aish, just bear with it a little, hey.”
“Even though my bone is dislocated?”
“Mine’s broken, Hyung.”
“Ah, go lie down over there!”
“No, they said he was D-class. Damn, did they mistake an A-class for a D-class? Why is the B-class’s wrist breaking when he hits a D-class? Is this how physics is supposed to work?”
“This is the collapse of Hunter society, for real.”
Of course, Eui-jae heard everything. Eui-jae, who was listening to a conversation about the collapse of society while being beaten, also felt disturbed.
‘These guys… why are they so weak?’
The kidnappers were much weaker than Eui-jae had expected. Even if he tried to play along and extract information, there was no answer because the other party was just flailing around. How could such weak guys be involved in drug smuggling? If so, there was no point in being kidnapped and drenched in seawater.
The mustached man, who had been standing back, got angry.
“Hey, you crazy brats, finish up quickly and move before dawn! You can’t even handle one D-class and you’re making a fuss like this!”
Before dawn. That word stimulated Eui-jae.
This body has a mission to serve Hangover Soup to the zombies who come early in the morning. He had been captured, wasting his precious time, but these guys couldn’t threaten him, couldn’t harass him, and wouldn’t spill any information.
‘What’s with these half-baked guys?’
He was getting annoyed, just sitting there and watching them tap-dance with broken legs without getting any useful information.
Eventually, Cha Eui-jae muttered like a sigh.
“Guys, this won’t do.”
The victim who was kidnapped was saying what the leader of the kidnappers should have said. The kidnappers stuck to the wall and whispered.
“Why is that crazy brat saying that?”
“I thought Hyung was saying it.”
“I don’t know, I’m getting scared now.”
“I wanted to play along as much as possible, but your level is too low.”
Regardless, Eui-jae vigorously stretched his arms, which were tied to the iron chair with cable ties, upwards. Snap, snap, snap! The cable ties, tied in several layers, were torn off with a single stretch. He broke the tied legs with a powerful lift as well.
The faces of the kidnappers, who had lost dozens of cable ties in an instant, were filled with shock. Eui-jae got up from the iron chair and swept back his wet hair. And after folding the chair, which he had become familiar with from sitting on it since being kidnapped, in half,
He threw it at the mustached man!
Thwack!
“Keuhuk.”
Cha Eui-jae thought that he should have dreamed of being a baseball player.
The mustached man, who was hit in the face with the iron chair without being able to avoid it, rolled his eyes and collapsed. Blood gushed from his twitching nose.
Eui-jae swept back his slightly disheveled wet hair once more and strode towards the guys stuck to the wall. A sharp murderous intent, as if their necks would be cut at any moment, poured out towards the kidnappers. His black eyes flashed ominously.
“Come at me all at once, damn it.”
The small elite Guild, Wave Guild’s Combat Support Team 1, sounds like a department that supports the combat team just by its name.
However, the reality was completely different. Combat Support Team 1 usually handled ordinary Guild tasks, but when Lee Sa-young’s orders came down, they carried out those orders with the highest priority. It was a kind of special team.
At this point, there were two Hunters belonging to Wave Guild’s Combat Support Team 1.
First, Ranking 34th, the master of stealth, infiltration, information gathering, and manipulation, ‘Very Small Miracle Mingi Seo’ Seo Min-gi.
Second, Ranking 50th, a young man known as the ‘Door Opener,’ ‘Romantic Opener’ Choi Goyo.
Choi Goyo, Hunter name Romantic Opener. He was carrying out a very important secret mission in place of Seo Min-gi, who had gone on a business trip abroad. That mission was to monitor the Hangover Soup Restaurant’s part-time worker and report his every move to Lee Sa-young!
The Hangover Soup Restaurant’s part-time worker, Choi Goyo’s target, headed to Incheon Port every dawn, having received some secret mission from Lee Sa-young. Choi Goyo also had to give up his dawn sleep and go to Incheon Port every dawn.
And he took pictures of the ant-sized part-time worker from a very far distance with a cell phone camera that could zoom in 10,000 times and reported to Sa-young. It was a pro tip that Seo Min-gi had told him. The Hangover Soup Restaurant’s part-time worker had a terrible sense, so if you got too close, you’d get caught.
Today, Choi Goyo sent a picture of the ant-sized part-time worker and was watching a YouTube entertainment show with wireless earphones on. But for some reason, a text message arrived from the Guild Master!
Guild Master: Check the target’s status
He was having so much fun. He grumbled and zoomed in on the cell phone camera as much as possible to check the container rooftop where the part-time worker had been.
‘Damn, where did he go?’
Choi Goyo’s mind went blank when he saw the empty rooftop. He walked quickly, suppressing his presence as much as possible, towards the container where the target had gone up. Fortunately, it was early dawn when the port was asleep, so he didn’t encounter anyone.
And he was currently stuck to the opposite container wall like a cicada. He stuck his ear to the container and concentrated on the sounds coming from inside.
Thud, thud, thud… he heard the sound of something hitting something regularly. The dull sound of flesh hitting flesh, some sounds like something flying, and screams and groans like, “Ugh, keuk, keek,” and so on.
At this point, Choi Goyo began to tremble in fear. He wondered where the target had gone, but it seemed he had been caught watching and dragged inside! These non-recyclable trash bastards were clearly beating and oppressing a D-class Hunter who had just Awakened.
Go, Choi Goyo! It’s time to show the most wonderful last dance of your 20-year life. Choi Goyo kicked the iron door with the tremendous leg strength of an A-class Awakened, blew it away, and agilely rolled once through the open doorway, entering the container. And he struck a cool pose, balanced, and shouted.
“Hey, you cowardly bastards! Stop hitting the weak!”
This was the picture Choi Goyo had imagined.
The Hangover Soup Restaurant’s part-time worker, the person he was monitoring, was lying pitifully, and the bad gangsters were surrounding and beating the part-time worker. A scene that could easily be imagined when a kidnapping occurred. He would knock down the gangsters with a whirlwind kick and rescue the part-time worker in a cool way.
The desirable, cool Hunter Choi Goyo. His proud imagination ended with Lee Sa-young’s offer to raise his salary, deeply moved.
However, the scene inside the container was a bit different from his imagination. Choi Goyo made eye contact with a man flying next to him, his face swollen like a steamed bun from being hit too much. For a moment, the world rolled in slow motion.
“…Ah?”
The scene before his eyes…
Was quite different from his imagination.
Thud, thud! The steamed bun flew out of the door with a loud noise, rolled around, and stopped rolling only after hitting another container. Is he, is he dead? Choi Goyo opened his mouth wide at the sight he was seeing for the first time and turned his gaze back to the inside of the container.
Someone… was hitting something…
‘…Is this right?’
The Hangover Soup Restaurant’s part-time worker was hitting the kidnappers.
To a terrible extent.