Chapter 7

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1-4. You've never been hit properly, have you?

The students are gathered, and Eun-sil, the girl, is standing with her arms crossed, watching to see what will happen.

Dungchi seems to be getting really pissed off.

"Get in the car, you little shit. I'll let you have a taste of that bitch."

Kang-chan briefly glanced at the girl named Eun-sil.

'What can you do about it?'

Eun-sil's downcast eyes said it all. But right after he made eye contact, he saw her mouth move, saying, "Joonman."

Kang-chan couldn't help but chuckle.

It's always like this at the front of the school, with gangsters and girls. It's the same in France. If you give them a good beating, they'll shake their heads, but if you react poorly, they'll keep coming at you until it's too late.

These guys are pros.

They're even involved in students' affairs, which is despicable.

So, it's only right to treat them accordingly.

This isn't a scuffle with kids in school uniforms; it's a real fight.

"Let's do it your way."

He took off the bag slung over his right shoulder and approached Dungchi.

"Huh?"

It was the moment Dungchi flinched.

Thud!

A punch that could knock out a 130 kg Daeyul.

Kang-chan grabbed Dungchi's chin and the back of his head as he fell backward and kneed him hard.

Crack.

A chilling sound that made the boys' spines tingle came from Dungchi's groin.

Crunch.

Kang-chan twisted Dungchi's neck.

This would require about six months of a neck cast.

The students probably didn't expect him to fight back.

"Are you here to play?"

The guy who had been watching with a startled look seemed to snap out of it when he met Kang-chan's eyes.

Kang-chan pushed the punch from the guy on the left away as if swatting a fly.

Snap. Thud.

Then he jabbed the guy's ulna, sternum, and armpit with his thumb.

"Keh!"

Kang-chan immediately punched the inside of the guy's jaw with a sharply pointed middle finger.

"Keeh!"

It happened in the blink of an eye.

Kang-chan grabbed the guy's hair and chin and twisted them.

Crunch.

"Son of a bitch!"

Even though time had passed, Hwekal charged in.

Kang-chan quickly twisted his upper body.

Whoosh.

Clearly, they were pros.

Kang-chan's waist was sharply cut.

The girls' screams echoed.

"That kid, I'll kill him!"

Ignoring the opponent's rage, Kang-chan looked at his side.

His clothes were sharply torn, and blood was spreading from inside. His body had changed, so his speed and power weren't as good as before.

"Tsk!"

Kang-chan twisted his head to shake off his frustration.

But even with the upper hand, the guys didn't charge in.

'They probably didn't expect this.'

They didn't think it would turn out this way when they were trying to grab a student.

The guys were looking around, flustered, as they started to wield their knives.

It would be better if they charged in, but if the police come, it would be a disaster.

"You've never been hit properly, have you?"

"What the hell, you bastard?"

Kang-chan took advantage of the opponent's relaxed tension and charged in.

He's used to knives.

He doesn't stab but swings short to the right.

If you dodge, the distance opens up again.

Kang-chan stretched his left hand as close to the handle as possible.

Thud. Thud.

The sounds rang out almost simultaneously.

His left palm was cut, but his bent right index and middle fingers were precisely inserted into the guy's eyes.

Thud.

"Aah!"

It was the moment the knife fell.

Kang-chan quickly grabbed the guy's hair with his left hand and took two steps back.

The remaining guy flinched but couldn't charge in.

The guys who saw two necks twisted knew that no matter how much force they used, their necks wouldn't turn. The body automatically protects the neck, which is why even minor car accidents can cause neck pain.

Forcing the guy's head to twist would result in death or paralysis.

Kang-chan pressed the guy's head with his left hand and hit his face with the inside of his right palm.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Struggling.

"Shit! Let go! Let go!"

The blood from the guy's nose and mouth blocked his breathing, but Kang-chan kept hitting his face while holding his hair.

The sound was gruesome.

Kang-chan's appearance, as he continued to smash the face of the remaining opponent, made it even more so.

Blood splattered in all directions each time Kang-chan hit.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The guy who was hit lost consciousness, and the guy who was watching had a terrified look.

Finally, Kang-chan stopped hitting and twisted the guy's jaw and head.

Crunch.

Thud.

Blood was dripping from Kang-chan's left hand, and his other hand looked like it was wearing a red glove from the fallen guy's blood.

Unfortunately, too much time had passed.

As Kang-chan suddenly stepped forward, the guy flinched and backed away.

Kang-chan picked up the knife with his blood-soaked hand.

Then he grabbed the right hand of the guy whose neck he had just twisted.

"Hey, you son of a bitch!"

The last remaining guy cursed.

Chuckle.

Whoosh.

Kang-chan sliced the inside of the unconscious guy's fingers.

"Kyaah!"

Screams erupted from all around, as if in a chorus.

The thumb isn't necessary.

Just cutting the roots of the four fingers would make this guy barely able to use chopsticks in the future.

"Get lost."

"You crazy bastard!"

Even though they were intimidated, gangsters are still gangsters. The guy glanced at the fallen guy and hesitated with his knife.

"Get lost before the police come, you moron. And remember this: I will definitely twist your head."

Kang-chan was serious.

He didn't want the police to cause a fuss, and he didn't want to let the guy who charged with a knife go unpunished.

"Hey! Move him quickly!"

The guy seemed to snap out of it when he heard about the police.

As he cursed, the students who were watching Kang-chan's reaction carried the fallen guys to the car.

"You'll definitely have a hole in your stomach."

"Stop your nonsense and take care of your neck."

Meanwhile, the guys who were scattered were loaded into the car.

"Moron. If you're going to exercise, do it properly."

Kang-chan grumbled as he looked at his left palm, which was split open. This was a mistake he would never have made before.

Daeyul, or Seokgangho, would chuckle and laugh if he saw this.

Still, there was some cleanup left to do.

Kang-chan watched the guys get into the car and then approached Eun-sil.

The sight of the knife, blood, and the continuous beating of the unconscious guy, along with his gleaming eyes, made Eun-sil's lips turn blue and tremble.

"Let me warn you."

"Don't."

The girl's voice was trembling, but she still spoke.

Kang-chan kept telling himself not to twist her neck.

"If you ever act up in front of me again."

"I'm sorry..."

Swish.

A full swing.

Whether she was scared or trembling, it didn't matter.

This was the best way to ensure that he wouldn't have to twist her neck, break her arm, or even kill her later.

Thud.

The girl fell to the side, and her skirt opened, revealing her damp, pale panties.

"Get rid of this."

Kang-chan spat at the three guys who were hiding like a screen.

Hesitantly.

"Are you not getting rid of it?"

The three guys flinched and supported Eun-sil's armpits to stand her up.

"Snow White."

"Huh?"

Kim Mi-young had a confused look on her face.

It was natural that she didn't understand.

"Can you carry the bag?"

"Huh? Oh!"

Kim Mi-young quickly came over and picked up the bag.

Kang-chan went back into the school first.

Going outside would cause too much talk.

Even if the cleanup was left to Seokgangho, he needed to treat his hand first.

***

Kang-chan, with his left hand wrapped in a handkerchief from Kim Mi-young, headed to the infirmary.

The health teacher, who was in her forties, looked flustered when she saw Kang-chan's wound.

"We need to disinfect it first."

She muttered something incomprehensible and brought a glass bottle of disinfectant and tweezers.

"Do you have a needle and thread?"

"What?"

"If we can't stitch it, disinfecting alone will take a long time for the wound to heal. Do you have a needle and thread?"

"We need to go to the hospital for stitching."

The hospital? Wouldn't that be a hassle?

The wound was about 10 cm wide and deep, and it was a significant injury that almost prevented him from gripping properly.

Rattle.

At that moment, Seokgangho rushed into the infirmary.

"What happened?"

Kang-chan looked at his palm and then raised his gaze to Seokgangho.

"Let's go to the hospital."

Unlike in Africa, Seokgangho, who had become more perceptive, quickly called Kang-chan.

"Let's at least disinfect it and go. You're bleeding from your waist too."

Kang-chan wrapped his left hand again with Kim Mi-young's handkerchief.

"Disinfect and wrap it with a bandage."

"Why use something on a bad guy? I'll take you to the hospital like this."

Seokgangho took the lead, and the health teacher couldn't do anything.

"Going to the hospital...?"

Kim Mi-young was following with the bag, so Kang-chan was careful with his words.

"Yes, we have to."

Kang-chan followed Seokgangho without a word.

Seokgangho pointed to an old mid-size car parked on one side of the school.

"You go home now."

"I'll go to the hospital."

"It's fine, go home. You said you have to go to cram school, right?"

"Just go. I'll take care of it. You should go home now. Third-year students need to save time. Go quickly. Give me the bag."

Kim Mi-young had a face that looked like she was about to cry and couldn't leave.

Kang-chan silently pulled the bag and threw it into the back of the car.

"Let's go."

"Ah!"

Seokgangho nodded at Kim Mi-young and got into the driver's seat.

"What happened?"

"There were gangsters waiting."

Seokgangho's driving skills weren't very reliable.

His clumsy maneuver out of the school gate was evident.

A patrol car was parked on one side of the road, and two uniformed police officers were visible in a store.

"Looks like we're in trouble."

As Seokgangho muttered, looking around at the police, a student suddenly turned around, startled.

"Hey!"

Squeal!

The student, who was startled by Seokgangho and Kang-chan, looked even more surprised.

"Move!"

The student probably didn't hear the words, but seeing Seokgangho's gesture and Kang-chan's face, he quickly made a meek expression and moved to the side.

"Damn! Can't you pay attention?"

"I was looking at the police."

Kang-chan wanted to take the steering wheel but, given the situation, he just tightened the handkerchief on his hand to calm down.

"Will it be okay?"

"What's the problem now?"

"The police."

Is this really the reckless Daeyul?

"When the police came, they fled. It seems they won't report it, and I don't intend to report it either, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"Sounds right."

"And how can I explain to a student that three guys' necks were twisted?"

"Necks were twisted?"

The reaction was startled.

"Yeah."

"How much?"

"About six months?"

Seokgangho seemed relieved.

"We can't go to the hospital. Let's go to my house first, change out of the blood-stained clothes, and then go."

Kang-chan looked down and saw that, indeed, a dark, solidified bloodstain was horrifically spread from his stomach down.

"Tsk. Take care of it yourself."

Kang-chan leaned his head back on the passenger seat and stared blankly out the window.

It's a peaceful world.

A world far from battle and death.

He didn't feel particularly happy.

What if he was in Africa now?

Oh.