Chapter 10

"Where did Oppa go?"

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"Brother! Today is January 1, 2009, New Year's Day. Why should I come to practice with you?!" A boy with a messy hairstyle, dark circles under his eyes, a small head, and a somewhat handsome face sat on the sofa in a practice room in Hongdae, holding a guitar and said angrily.

The certain Oppa who had disappeared early in the morning was now practicing on the side. Hearing the boy's complaint, Lee Hwan-jo smiled and turned his head, saying, "You seem to have a lot of complaints, don't you?"

"Of course, I do. Today is a holiday, and there's a game event in the morning with double experience and double drop rates. On such a great day, you actually want me to continue teaching you guitar. Brother, can't you have some ambition?!" The boy with dark circles under his eyes said angrily, his excitement as if he had missed a presidential election.

Lee Hwan-jo was also stunned for a moment, a black line appearing on his forehead.

"Hey, Jung Young, it looks like you want to be taught a lesson, don't you?!" Lee Hwan-jo asked, displeased.

The boy with dark circles under his eyes, who was named Jung Young, seeing Lee Hwan-jo's displeased look, immediately changed his expression and smiled, "No, absolutely not, hahaha. On such a great day, we should practice, but... Brother, you look a bit more handsome today?"

Lee Hwan-jo touched his chin, which was free of stubble, thinking about what had happened last night and tidying up his appearance this morning.

However, just a few seconds later, the boy named Jung Young's face turned gloomy again, looking completely drained, even more so than Lee Hwan-jo had been yesterday.

"No, I need to give this guy a little shock!"

Lee Hwan-jo thought for a moment, then put the guitar aside and asked casually, "Jung Young, you've only been in Korea for a year and a half, so you probably don't fully understand Korea yet, right?"

Jung Young, who was eager to go home and play games, nodded. He had lived abroad with his parents and returned to Korea last year to pursue his rock dream. He was now a trainee at a company called Danal Entertainment.

Lee Hwan-jo had a friend help him find a guitar teacher, and this guy turned out to be his friend's younger brother.

Jung Young, who was three years younger than Lee Hwan-jo, would have been a complete gaming addict if not for his trainee status. He was so addicted to games that he might as well have been a game addict. Such a person needed to be shocked, and with his unique personality, not everyone could handle him.

As for why he obediently listened to Lee Hwan-jo, it was because during their first meeting, Jung Young's uniqueness made Lee Hwan-jo unable to tolerate it. So, he took him to the gym to hit the punching bag, and after that... Jung Young became an excellent teacher.

After a month of getting to know each other, the two had become very familiar. Seeing that this guy was about to become depressed again, Lee Hwan-jo didn't want to waste his time. Time and learning were the most important things to him now.

Jung Young looked at Lee Hwan-jo curiously, not knowing what he was going to say...

"Last year, there were 212 gangs in South Korea with a total of 4,985 members, an increase of nearly 13% compared to five years ago. The largest gang in the country is the 'Cheonghwa Weeseng' based in Gyeonggi Province, with 76 members." Lee Hwan-jo said casually, as if he were talking about the number of workers in the largest umbrella factory in the country.

Jung Young was completely confused, not knowing why he was saying this.

Seeing Jung Young's puzzled look, Lee Hwan-jo suddenly grinned and said strangely, "Aren't you always curious why so many people in Hongdae know me?"

"Of course, I am. I've seen many store owners look at you like you're a celebrity. Are you famous in Hongdae? Do you sing rock?" Jung Young asked curiously, interested.

Lee Hwan-jo sneered, "Rock my ass. Actually, five years ago, there was a very special organization in Seoul. To be precise, it was founded six years ago and was called the 'Peace Guardians.'"

"Ha, is this also a gang? The name is even funnier than that 'Cheonghwa Weeseng' you mentioned!" Jung Young laughed.

Lee Hwan-jo nodded and smiled, "I also think the name isn't great, but back then, all the members of this organization were students, and they were often bullied at school. The 'Peace Guardians' was formed to help students who were bullied by seniors at school and extorted by thugs outside. What do you think of such an organization?"

Jung Young was stunned for a moment, looking at Lee Hwan-jo strangely, then nodded, "If that's true, it should be a very good organization!"

"Right, it was indeed a very good organization. At its peak, it had 300 core members and 1,000 peripheral students. Because the members were scattered across different schools, they didn't gather in large numbers. They were small groups in each region. Five years ago, the Peace Guardians saved a girl who was about to be assaulted, and the next day, a big fight broke out on the streets of Hongdae." Lee Hwan-jo said as if recalling, his eyes gradually becoming distant, as if he were back in that passionate day.

... Time ... Rewind ...

Incheon International Airport, in the waiting hall.

"Leader, something's happened, something's happened!"

Wearing a stiff suit and a spiky hairstyle, Lee Hwan-jo answered his friend's call. Hearing the urgent tone, he asked curiously, "Hwang Kwang-hee!! I told you not to shout so loudly every time you call. What's happened?"

"West Gang members came to the school looking for you. They said if you don't show up, they'll show the younger students what the adult world is like. Many students who are still at school have been beaten, and some girls have been molested!"

"What, West Gang? You mean the Seoul gangs reported in the news?" Lee Hwan-jo asked, somewhat shocked. Although gangs often appeared in movies and newspapers, he had never actually seen one.

He never thought those six young men from last night would be gang members. These days, gangs were acting like small thugs. If he had known, he wouldn't have left his name, which was indeed a youthful act.

Two minutes later, Kang Dong-woon, who had gone to collect the boarding pass, saw only a backpack on the chair and no sign of the boy. He cursed angrily, "Damn punk, did he really run away?"

...

"Driver uncle, please go faster!"

"Son, safety first!"

"Driver uncle, I'm in a hurry, it's really urgent, a matter of life and death!"

"Son, don't be too hasty, safety first..."

"Bang!"

The balding driver looked at the hole in the storage compartment and the young man with a spiky hairstyle, whose eyes were red and looked like he was about to eat someone. He swallowed and laughed dryly, "Young man, sometimes you think safety is first, but reality is different. It looks like you're really in a hurry. Helping others is a joy, and I actually like watching 'Taxi Speed'..."

"Please go faster, I need to get to Hongdae!!!!"

"Okay, okay, okay, don't be angry, safety first!"

The gray taxi sped down the road, and Lee Hwan-jo took out his phone and started sending group messages.

"This might be the last time. I got into trouble with the West Gang because I saved someone. This time, I'm not forcing anyone. Members who are willing to join me, please gather at the East Gate of Hongdae. If you have any tools, bring them."

...

After several forwards.

Nearly a thousand young people on holiday at home, who were also 'Peace Guardians,' received this message.

The Peace Guardians, an organization founded last year, was like a school club, fan club, or fan organization, but on a scale that covered all of Seoul's schools, even including some college students.

In Korea's distorted senior-junior system, although there were good aspects, it often led to seniors bullying juniors, running errands, insulting, assaulting, and extorting money. Even the senior-junior relationship among girls was not much better, with some senior girls being even more vicious, cruel to pretty junior girls. Although the nasty seniors were typical, few dared to resist.

Living under a free sky, they had to endure the humiliation of some scum. People who should not be respected were protected by the system. Many didn't understand and didn't want to investigate because it was... tradition, a tradition that Koreans believed in.

So, the Peace Guardians were born, a mutual aid organization that grew from three to a thousand, dedicated to protection and resistance.

The name was the result of countless debates among some bookworms. Names like 'Black Dragon Gang' and 'Fire Phoenix Society' were directly thrown into the Han River.

After the organization was formed, the biggest change was that their lives became simpler. They could enjoy school life without being bullied by seniors, without being looked down upon and ridiculed. Being a bookworm wasn't bad, and being a gentle man or a pretty girl wasn't wrong. As long as they regained confidence, everyone would become different.

From the airport to Hongdae, the distance wasn't too far, but it wasn't close either, about a half-hour drive. When Lee Hwan-jo arrived at the East Gate of Hongdae, it suddenly started raining heavily.

"Rushing!"

"Rumbling!"

The driver looked at the crowd on the street, holding various tools, with young faces, and suddenly felt that he was right. You think safety is first, but reality is different.

Lee Hwan-jo threw all the money he had to the driver as compensation for breaking his storage compartment.

Unbuttoning his shirt and suit, Lee Hwan-jo pushed open the car door and stepped into the heavy rain.

"Leader!"

"Brother Hwan-jo!"

"Brother Hwan-jo!"

"Brother!"

"Hwan-jo!"

Seeing Lee Hwan-jo appear, the crowd on the street made a loud noise. Lee Hwan-jo walked to a boy wearing a black hoodie, with long hair and a thin build, and took the metal pipe from his hand.

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