Chapter 190 – Everything I Want to Do – Part 1

Chapter 190 – Everything I Want to Do – Part 1

Yoon Heechan, who had been hit by two weighted feet in mid-air, rolled on the floor.

As Choi Gicheol, who had delivered the dropkick, quickly got up first,

“Same side…”

“Die, you bastard!”

Choi Gicheol’s foot began to kick Yoon Heechan as if he were a soccer ball, and he covered his face with both arms, shouting.

We’re on the same side! I’m the one who reported it!

Thump! Thump!

Not only Yoon Heechan, but also the thug called Youngest was being beaten by Detective Kim Taehyun.

When the thought arose that they were the culprits who had made Woojin like this, Kim Taehyun and Choi Gicheol’s thoughts had no choice but to stop.

How dare you!

Thump!

Woojin!

Thump!

Just a few minutes passed, and Yoon Heechan and Youngest were handcuffed, bleeding from their noses.

Kim Taehyun quickly approached Woojin.

Woojin, are you okay?

Woojin, wearing a blood-soaked dress shirt, looked terrible.

Woojin smiled faintly.

I’m fine.

Let’s go to the hospital first.

Woojin nodded slightly.

He had sustained minor injuries and needed to be treated quickly.

Woojin said he was fine, but he didn’t want to show his new injuries to those around him, especially his family.

Because Woojin wanted to show only his good side and good things.

Among the people who assaulted me, there was someone named Kim Inseok.

Kim Inseok?

Yes. He was a very heinous person.

He had selectively hit him in places that would hurt the most.

Woojin opened his mouth again, meaningfully.

Please punish that person severely.

Alright, alright. Now, let’s go to the hospital quickly. Gicheol, I’ll take Woojin to the hospital. You take them.

“Can’t I wear a mask instead?”

“Put the house on hold for now and get those guys to fill out the documents first.”

Choi Gicheol looked at Woojin with a regretful expression.

“Woojin, when you go to the hospital, tell them if anything is uncomfortable or hurts. Also, get a thorough examination.”

Woojin, who had been staring at Choi Gicheol, gave another faint smile.

Detective Choi’s feelings were conveyed directly.

Of course, Detective Kim Taehyun’s too.

“Like that person said, we’re on the same side.”

Kim Taehyun lightly placed a hand on Woojin’s shoulder.

“Alright, alright. For now, let’s go to the hospital.”

***

Woojin, with gauze plastered here and there on his face, was drinking soy milk through a straw.

The multi-bed rooms were full of patients, so they had no choice but to come to a private room.

Kim Taehyun, who was watching him, said,

“It’s a relief you weren’t seriously hurt. But what exactly happened?”

Kim Taehyun had heard a brief explanation, but not a detailed one.

“Someone was bothering Hyerim, and I wanted to teach them a lesson.”

In terms of causality, it’s the relationship between cause and effect.

If you think about it physically, the condition is that the cause must occur before the effect in terms of time.

If you apply it to Newton’s equations of motion…

When a force is applied, the motion of an object is determined, so force can be called the cause, and the object’s position can be called the effect.

So I achieved the effect. No, it’s still ongoing.

Kim Taehyun, who was listening to Woojin’s explanation, pressed his forehead.

“Oh dear… Woojin, don’t you think your methods are too extreme? It’s too dangerous.”

Woojin, who had just sucked up soy milk through the straw, replied,

“I don’t think so.”

For Woojin, this incident was nothing more than a room method.

Also, for Woojin, extreme anger was something else. No, the most extreme room method is calling the unconscious, that guy is very extreme.

Just then, the door burst open and a person entered the hospital room.

It was Assemblyman Kim Cheolung.

“Now, I’m even putting on an act. Are you okay?”

“You didn’t have to come, I’m fine.”

“Oh dear…”

Kim Cheolung ran his hand through his hair and shook his head.

“People will like it.”

People like it when someone with a lot falls into a chasm after being involved in an incident.

The rationalization of morality, law, and the realization of justice, all rooted in the unconscious.

Because the underdog effect was bound to come into play.

The unconscious calculates and judges, and that becomes thought, regulating hormones and expressing itself as emotion.

And the person who realized justice was Assemblyman Kim Cheolung.

Assemblyman Kim Cheolung’s stock price was bound to soar once again.

Kim Cheolung looked at Woojin, who was covered in gauze, and replied.

“I don’t want to gain popularity this way.”

He was sincere, and Kim Cheolung did not want Woojin to get hurt or have to do difficult things.

It was a 180-degree different thought from when he first learned of Woojin’s existence.

It was like a family feeling.

“I think righteous and good people should become famous.”

When such people have influence and spread their impact, the world becomes peaceful.

Woojin, who had finished his soy milk, said to the two.

“I keep getting hit in the same spot, so I feel sleepy. It’s late, and you two have to go to work tomorrow, right?”

At Woojin’s words, the two did not speak further.

“Alright, get some good rest. I’ll come again tomorrow.”

“Get some good rest. Don’t leave the hospital room.”

Sometimes, when I saw Woojin, I’d get a strange feeling.

For example, it would be something like,

Somehow, a message would come today saying that a suspicious person had been found, or that Ira was bringing a criminal to the police station, and so on… things like that.

“Yes. Go carefully.”

Soon, the two left the hospital room, and Woojin got up and looked at his reflection in the window.

“A week on the righteous path…”

All the wounds would have healed.

Woojin suddenly thought of Unconscious.

If he had called Unconscious and made him involved with the Shinhwa Group, he would have targeted the back of their heads, or not hesitated to blackmail them.

“It’s been a while, I’ll let you breathe a little. Come out.”

Woojin’s vision brightened again, as if a fluorescent light had turned off and on.

The sleeping Unconscious chuckled, looking at his own face.

“Such a handsome face, what a mess you are!”

Unconscious, who had glanced at the IV drip in his arm, opened his mouth again.

“You make things very difficult, wasting time.”

He then looked at his face reflected in the window again.

“I’ll teach you something. Listen carefully. What is it that rich and poor people both have in common? Time, of course. Some spend time to earn money, and some buy time with money. Don’t waste time on insignificant people. Spend time only on yourself.”

At that moment, Unconscious’s eyes caught Kim Taehyun and Kim Cheolung exiting the hospital’s main gate.

“Well, those two were raised well, I suppose.”

Unconscious chuckled.

It was because Woojin was trying to put him back to sleep.

“Do well.”

Woojin’s vision turned pitch black, and then his pupils slightly constricted as if reacting to the light again.

Unconscious had disappeared, and Woojin had returned.

Woojin opened his mouth, watching Kim Taehyun and Kim Cheolung disappear into the distance.

“That’s what you think. I’m going to live with them.”

Woojin, who had been quietly looking out the window, lay down again.

Then he picked up his cellphone and started searching for something.

Soon, a ranking by nickname caught Woojin’s eye, and he couldn’t help but smile at the first-place entry, even though the corners of his mouth tingled.

It was none other than the Stock Investment Competition, and the name proudly occupying the 100 Million Won League was…

[BoRang BoRang]

Boraborang.

It was Han Bora.

Bora was good at recognizing momentum even in day trading.

She set stop-loss criteria and strictly adhered to them, identified if there were substitutes for the stocks she bought, and considered supply and demand relative to market capitalization.

Woojin thought of the admirable Han Bora and sent a message.

[Bora, congrats on first place!]

A reply came immediately.

[Hehe! I miss you, Mister!]

[Let’s meet soon.]

[Yay! Scream~~~!]

Woojin’s smile grew into another satisfied smile.

Han Bora always returned a portion of her investment profits to society.

She remembered the environment she experienced as a child and didn’t hesitate to donate.

And she was a middle school student, donating a significant amount of money. No, she was donating hundreds of millions of won, so if this fact became known to the world, it would cause a huge stir.

***

A few days later, the world was abuzz.

This was because Lee Jeongho, the eldest son of Shinhwa Group Chairman Lee Jeongmun, had been indicted.

[Assemblyman Kim Cheolung, a prosecutor to the core!]

[As a citizen of the Republic of Korea, I cannot tolerate corruption and crime to the end.]

[Representative Lee Jeongho, blackmail for murder using mercenaries]

[Representative Lee Jeongho, “I have no doubt that the law will reveal the truth.”]

[Shinhwa Group’s equity transfer. Is the successor granddaughter Lee Hyerim?]

Articles poured out from all directions, and the 9 o’clock news covered the incident in depth.

As time passed, people’s fingers pointed at Lee Jeongho.

Lee Jeongho mobilized all his connections and methods, but the reaction was lukewarm.

He had already boarded a crashing plane, and the people he had been connected with naturally did not board the plane with him.

They also used all their methods to cut off anything that could link them to Lee Jeongho, and slipped away like eels.

A few more days passed, and Lee Hyerim sat facing Lee Jeongho.

Lee Jeongho was wearing a prisoner’s uniform.

“You’re being played by that guy.”

Lee Hyerim did not seem intimidated by Lee Jeongho’s fierce gaze at all.

Rather, she looked confident.

“No. He’s looking out for me.”

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“The one who’s lost his mind… isn’t me, Grandfather.”

“What did you say?”

Lee Hyerim slowly stood up from her seat.

“Grandfather overlooked what you did, but I won’t. That’s why I’m in this position.”

Lee Jeongho’s brow twitched.

Apart from knowing Lee Hyerim’s plan to kill her father, anger consumed him even more.

“Well then, I’ll be going.”

As Lee Hyerim turned around, Lee Jeongho slammed the table!

“How long do you think I’ll be here?”

His tone implied he could leave even today.

Lee Hyerim, who had turned to him, spoke in a murmur.

“For a very long time…”

And then she raised her voice a little again.

“Grandmother, I’ll take good care of my cousins so they can maintain their dignity. Don’t worry. And I don’t think I’ll be coming here again. Take care. Don’t skip meals.”

Lee Hyerim eventually left the district office.

A loud bang of a table being hit could be heard from inside, but her steps were steady and unwavering.

More than that, she ran her hand through her hair, thinking of something else.

Ever since her grandfather got involved in the incident, all contact with Woojin had ceased.

She asked his sister, Shin Bomi, at the apartment where Woojin lived, but all she could hear was that he had gone out with friends.

Just in case, she contacted Woojin’s old classmate, Kim Mansu, but he also had no news.

Conversely, she learned one thing.

He had cut off contact with everyone except his family.

Lee Hyerim, who had just exited the building, looked up at the sky.

“Woojin, where are you?”

She endured all the thumbtack-like words and stinging glances from her relatives.

No, every time that happened, she coldly blackmailed them, threatening to take away the things they held one by one.

There was a reaction.

Now they were starting to watch her carefully.

But Woojin wasn’t by her side.

“The crucial moment you talked about, I’ve passed it. When are you coming?”

As Woojin disappeared from her sight, it felt as if a cold wind was blowing through a corner of her heart, like autumn leaves falling.

***

At that time.

Inside the temple, scriptures could be heard along with the clear sound of a wooden fish drum.

Woojin, who had briefly gone down the mountain to a convenience store, was entering his room.

And he began spraying the insecticide he had bought everywhere.

Sshh– sshh–

“There are so many mosquitoes even though there’s no heat island effect here.”

Just then, a voice came from outside the open door.

“Layman, the Buddha said, ‘In Heaven and Earth, I Alone Am the Honored One.’ This means there is no one more noble than me in this world. The same goes for the mosquito. The mosquito itself is the most precious being…”

Woojin, who was spraying insecticide, put his hands together in prayer as he watched the mosquitoes fall, thud, thud.

“May you have a good body in your next life. Attain Buddhahood.”

Woojin turned his head to look at the Monk.

The Woojin reflected in the Monk’s eyes was completely free of his previous injuries.

His hair was also as it was before.

“Is this enough?”

“Layman, I think it would be best if I kept that insecticide.”

Woojin nodded and handed him the insecticide, then sat on the wooden floor and put on his shoes.

Then he looked up at the Monk.

“May I ask your name?”

The Monk put his hands together in prayer and said,

“I abandoned my name when I left the secular world.”

Woojin slowly nodded his head and stood up.

His wounds had also healed cleanly.

Woojin smiled slightly and said to the Monk,

“Even if you cut ties with the secular world, the sins you committed don’t disappear. Mr. Jang Chunmin, forty-nine years old, who sexually assaulted a child five years ago, it’s about time I went down, why don’t you come with me?”