Chapter 83 – Reaction – Part 11

Chapter 83 – Reaction – Part 11

He shouted, holding up the broken bottle.

“What the hell are you talking about, you bastard!”

Woojin’s foot took a big step forward.

“Yeah! Yeah! Come on! Come on, you bastard!”

Kwak Hanyoung said that, but his body was hesitantly backing away.

“A person who tries to fill their empty self-esteem with tattoos.”

“What kind of nonsense is that! You’re the guy Byeongcheol sent, right?”

Woojin moved one more step and opened his mouth again.

“A cowardly person who stabs people in the back.”

“Who are you, you son of a bitch!”

Woojin stopped his steps abruptly.

“I’m a person who’s really pissed off.”

Woojin threw the crowbar he was holding to the side.

Clang!

Was that the signal?

Kwak Hanyoung rushed at Woojin like a madman.

The sharp end of the broken beer bottle flew towards Woojin’s abdomen.

But it could only stab the air.

Because Woojin, who had twisted his body to the side, snatched his wrist.

“It seems you’re not a proper Athlete.”

“You son of a…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Woojin’s knee connected with Kwak Hanyoung’s front.

Thud!

It was as if the video was playing in slow motion.

Woojin’s leg, which had delivered a knee kick to Kwak Hanyoung’s face, slowly lowered.

Kwak Hanyoung’s body was bending into a ‘C’ shape.

Sparkling particles scattered around his face; they were his teeth.

Thump.

Woojin kicked his jaw one more time with his foot.

Thud!

Kwak Hanyoung, whose brain had suffered a strong impact, thrashed on the floor, trying to grab Woojin’s leg.

Woojin firmly stepped on the joint connecting his hand and wrist.

Crack-

“Aaaargh!”

This time, he ground his left hand under his foot as if stubbing out a cigarette.

Crack-

Kwak Hanyoung screamed, filled with malice.

“Who the hell are you, you son of a bitch!”

Feeling as if both his hands were severed, Kwak Hanyoung pushed off the ground with his legs and leaned against a box of liquor.

Woojin approached him, bent one knee, and met Kwak Hanyoung’s gaze.

“I told you. I’m Ira, an extremely angry man.”

Kwak Hanyoung’s eyes, which had been screaming, trembled.

The man’s work gloves, with only his eyes visible, were soaked in blood, and his voice was chillingly calm.

His use of polite language made him seem even more bizarre.

‘Damn it, whether he’s a killer or whatever…’

Kwak Hanyoung bit out his words, as if trying not to be overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

Woojin observed every nuance of his tone and expression.

“That bastard Byeongcheol sent you, didn’t he?”

When Woojin didn’t speak,

“Do you think the kids will just stand by if I die?”

A languid voice flowed from Woojin’s lips.

“Shall I let you live?”

Kwak Hanyoung’s pupils instantly dilated.

“You’re good at spouting dog-like words, just like the dog Byeongcheol raises.”

Kwak Hanyoung said that, but a primal desire to live dominated him.

Woojin, who was watching him, knew that very well.

“Try saying, ‘I’m sorry.'”

“Cough! Cough!”

Kwak Hanyoung opened his mouth, from which blood was oozing.

“This bastard is completely insane.”

Woojin, who had been watching Kwak Hanyoung, slowly nodded and stood up.

Then he grabbed the crowbar and walked towards Kwak Hanyoung.

The sound of the metal bar scraping across the floor…

Grrrr.

It sounded like an animal’s growl to Kwak Hanyoung.

Woojin knelt on one knee again, meeting his gaze, and said,

“Say, ‘I, was, wrong.'”

“You, you bastard…”

“I might let you live.”

His pupils trembled like an aspen tree.

But the words he uttered were the opposite.

“Stop screwing around and just kill me, you bastard.”

“That won’t be possible.”

Woojin stood up and stepped on his right foot.

Then he lightly touched the end of the crowbar to his ankle.

Kwak Hanyoung, understanding Woojin’s intentions, tried to exert force, but his hands dangled like a marionette with cut strings, unable to hinder Woojin’s actions.

Woojin opened his mouth.

“I’m sorry. That one phrase is all it takes.”

“Go ahead and try, you son of a bitch.”

Woojin slowly nodded his head and raised the crowbar like a spear.

“Do you know how many joints a person has? 143.”

Kwak Hanyoung laughed maniacally, spitting blood.

“Uh-hahaha! Hahahaha!”

Woojin’s actions showed no hesitation.

He brought the crowbar down towards his ankle.

“P-please save me!”

CRASH!

The crowbar narrowly missed his ankle and fell to the floor.

Woojin looked down at him at an angle and opened his mouth.

“I was wrong.”

Kwak Hanyoung’s mouth opened quickly.

“I was wrong. Please save me. I was wrong.”

THUD!

Woojin, having put down the crowbar, looked at him at an angle.

He had made him experience psychological terror.

Of course, he had also inflicted injury.

But it still felt insufficient.

The malice in Kwak Hanyoung’s eyes was now gone, replaced only by desperation.

“I was wrong. I was wrong…”

While he was muttering, Woojin spoke.

He had no intention of crippling Candle’s ankle.

It was a terrible action, designed only to instill fear.

“Yes. I’ll save you. Except for there.”

Woojin’s foot landed precisely in Kwak Hanyoung’s groin.

Wham!

“Ughhhhh…”

Kwak Hanyoung could barely even groan; he just opened his mouth and blinked his eyes.

“Because your genes don’t seem beneficial to everyone.”

Woojin grabbed the Crowbar and turned away without a second thought.

The police confirmed Kwak Hanyoung leaving the Room Salon via CCTV.

But Woojin saw something else.

The person who left the Room Salon was someone else, who had merely swapped clothes with Kwak Hanyoung.

Of course, they also wore a mask and a hat.

He had a similar build to Kwak Hanyoung, but his gait was different, and the pattern of his body’s sway was also different.

Soon after, Woojin, who had exited outside, made a phone call somewhere.

“It’s me, Shin Woojin.”

*

People poured out of the van.

And another person emerged from a car: Deputy Division Chief Prosecutor Kim Cheolung.

He looked up at the sign.

[Space Room Salon]

Kim Cheolung gave instructions to the investigators.

“Get in there and arrest him immediately.”

The Investigators quickly went to the basement, and Kim Cheolung looked around and muttered.

“Hong Gildong has arrived. Hong Gildong has arrived.”

Soon, he also headed to the Room Salon.

Inside, it was truly a mess.

Broken and shattered, the gangsters who were supposed to be arrested were being supported by the Investigators.

They were completely battered.

He wondered if it would be like this if a tiger was let loose.

It was hard to imagine that this was the scene after the gentle-faced Woojin had been here.

“He really made a mess and left.”

Kim Cheolung had received a request from Woojin.

He said that he had caught a criminal related to Detective Kim Taehyun and asked him to clean up the situation.

‘In the process of catching the criminal, an unavoidable struggle occurred.’

He said there were no witnesses who saw him, and the CCTV only showed him entering and leaving the Room Salon twice.

He said that with a hat and a mask, no one would know who he was, and the gangsters wouldn’t recognize him either.

Kim Cheolung closed his eyes and pressed his temples as if massaging them, as if his head was throbbing.

He could clean up the mess, but it felt like he had been thrown a job.

And he couldn’t refuse either.

Because he would need Woojin’s help more in the future.

Kim Cheolung looked around and muttered.

“Oh dear… I’m even coming to a scene after so many years. It’s good that the Deputy Division Chief Prosecutor is coming to the scene.”

Then, a man’s groan was heard from one side.

“Here… there’s someone here…”

Prosecutor Kim Cheolung immediately headed to the liquor warehouse.

He saw a silhouette lying diagonally,

Click.

When I turned on the light, he was clearly identifiable.

“Kwak Hanyoung?”

“Please call 911… 911…”

Kim Cheolung nudged him with his foot, making him lie straight.

“Ugh!”

And he could see.

Kwak Hanyoung’s groin was stained red.

Kim Cheolung lightly touched the area with his foot.

“Aaaah!”

At his reacting cry, Kim Cheolung scratched the bridge of his nose.

“Why his dick…”

Kim Cheolung, blinking and looking at Kwak Hanyoung, opened his mouth as if to confirm.

“Hey, Kwak Hanyoung, who did this to your dick?”

“911, please…”

“I asked who did this to your dick!”

“Byeongcheol’s family…”

“Did you see his face?”

“No, I didn’t, but…”

Kim Cheolung nodded.

He didn’t seem to know about Woojin’s existence.

*

The next day.

Choi Gicheol visited Kim Taehyun, who was lying sideways in the hospital room.

“Senior, we caught Kwak Hanyoung.”

He was caught yesterday, but he deliberately didn’t say anything right away.

because it felt like he was about to bolt out of the hospital room.

Kim Taehyun answered indifferently.

“I know.”

Choi Gicheol blinked.

“Did the Team Leader tell you?”

“No. Prosecutor Kim Cheolung did.”

Choi Gicheol smiled awkwardly and walked towards the window.

Kim Taehyun’s head slowly turned towards Choi Gicheol.

Choi Gicheol, receiving that gaze, flinched and instinctively blurted out,

“It wasn’t me.”

“What wasn’t you?”

“Huh?”

“What wasn’t you?”

“Ah… I didn’t catch him.”

“Prosecutor Kim said Woojin caught him. How did Woojin know?”

“How would I know? Didn’t Prosecutor Kim tell you?”

“Ah… I see. So the busy Prosecutor Kim Cheolung knew I was stabbed and told Woojin? Is that it?”

Choi Gicheol nodded.

“That could be the case.”

“Gicheol.”

“Yes?”

Kim Taehyun picked up the tissue box next to him and threw it.

“Didn’t I tell you not to speak?”

Choi Gicheol, who quickly caught the tissue box, shook his head.

“It wasn’t me!”

Kim Taehyun looked around to see if there was anything else to throw and then threw an orange.

“Is Woojin a police officer? A detective? He’s already a kid whose thoughts no one understands, so what do you expect to happen if you tell him that? What if it’s dangerous? What if you teach him something like that?”

“Senior, no, Big Brother. Calm down first. Don’t you remember what Woojin said? He said if you get angry, your recovery will be slower.”

“Haa… you idiot.”

Choi Gicheol smiled slyly, peeled an orange, and approached the sickbed.

“Don’t throw food. Say ‘ah~.’ Ah.”

When Choi Gicheol approached with the orange, Kim Taehyun suddenly raised his hand.

“Wait!”

Choi Gicheol stepped back and replied.

“I really didn’t know Woojin would go there. I just showed him the CCTV footage, and Woojin said he couldn’t see any clues and was sorry he couldn’t help, didn’t he? I really didn’t think he’d go there. Who would have known that bastard Kwak Hanyoung was there?”

“Hey, you punk! Because it’s Woojin! Because it’s Woojin that he knew! Do you take Woojin’s words at face value!? Huh!?”

Choi Gicheol opened his mouth as if cutting him off.

“Both you and I have always believed what Woojin said. Who said that even if Woojin speaks incomprehensibly, we should believe him implicitly?”

“Damn it… that’s not what I meant, is it?”

“I really didn’t know Woojin would chase criminals. It’s true.”

Just then, a familiar voice reached them.

“Detective Kim, Detective Choi. Good morning.”

Woojin was entering where their gazes were fixed.

“Woojin…”

Choi Gicheol quickly hid behind Woojin’s back and said.

“Good morning, Woojin. Woojin, tell the senior. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

Kim Taehyun opened his mouth, looking at Woojin with longing.

“Woojin, that was a very dangerous thing to do. Next time…”

Woojin lifted the black plastic bag he was holding.

“Detective Kim, that’s not what’s important right now.”

Kim Taehyun and Choi Gicheol stared at the black plastic bag.

“What is that?”

The corners of Woojin’s mouth curved slightly.

“There was something I really wanted to try.”