165 – 160. Summary
No matter how strange or suspicious the situation was, they couldn’t treat me recklessly.
The son of a conglomerate chairman.
That title alone was protecting me right now.
Thanks to that, I didn’t get into any serious trouble.
While I was running away at dawn, I had my cell phone stolen and ended up acting with internet broadcasters.
They said they were having fun, but it was obvious to anyone that they were being held captive.
Nothing more, nothing less.
‘I should have known it would turn out like this.’
I never thought that my escape plan would be discovered at this time.
I was flustered, but for now, the fact that I was with the broadcasters was fortunate.
“W, what do we do now?”
“Oppa, are we in big trouble?”
“Ah, I think I’m going to cry.”
The internet broadcasters were anxious about the situation where even I, who had been secretly on their side, was caught with them.
“It’s okay.”
Ppopo, who could be called their center, gathered everyone and comforted them.
“It’s going to be okay. Everyone knows that we’re trapped here.”
Ppopo sat in a circle and comforted them.
Thanks to him, the others were a little relieved, but I, who had received excessive expectations, was just dazed.
‘This is ambiguous.’
The room we were trapped in right now was room 10, which I often used.
It was on the 6th floor, so it was impossible to escape through a window or anything like that, and there were no windows here in the first place.
However, it was dangerous to stay here like this anyway.
It would be best to move before the night raid was over.
There was one member of the organization watching us outside the door, so I had to get rid of him somehow…
“How about making a commotion inside and subduing him when he comes in?”
When I suggested it, everyone looked very unhappy.
“Can we subdue him?”
“D, do you fight well?”
They all questioned me.
“……I was thinking we could fight together.”
Even though it was 6:1, I thought we might have a chance of winning.
Everyone was too scared to think about fighting.
However.
“Let’s do it.”
Ppopo clenched his fists and agreed with me.
“If there’s no other way, we have to do it. Right?”
“……Right, we have to get out of here and let people know what’s going on. I have people waiting for me.”
Before I met Ppopo, I had called them and asked for their help.
I couldn’t use the police force recklessly, so I called people I knew.
“Besides, if we just wait here for someone to save us, we’ll end up staying here forever. We have to win.”
6:1.
The other gangsters were busy erasing traces of their presence inside the building or stealing vehicles in order to make their night raid.
Now was the time to strike.
And so, we decided to force our way out.
* * *
The gangster who was watching the broadcasters with his back to room 10.
He was the one who had the most free time, so he left the busy work to the guys below and was assigned to the most comfortable place.
“Hmm.”
The cell phone he was fiddling with belonged to Kim Woo-jin, the investor.
He had taken it earlier and kept it for himself, but he was getting annoyed by the constant messages coming in.
Woong! Woong! Woong!
In particular, a girl named Seo Ye-rin kept sending pictures, but he wondered what the hell she wanted him to see.
Because of the password, he couldn’t open it, so he could only watch the cell phone ring anxiously.
‘Ugh, anyway, they say that rich kids have it easy.’
As the youngest son of the chairman, he must have been flirting with all kinds of women.
Seo Ye-rin, Choi Yi-seo, Min Joo-hee, Jung Chan-woo.
Judging from the fact that most of the messages he received were from women, he could tell how he lived his life.
‘That bastard is here, spending money on girls, and tsk.’
Women should know about this kind of thing. He was a bad guy himself, but the moment he thought that the guy inside was even worse than him.
“aaagh!”
A scream was heard.
“You, you bastard! You! You! Us!””You bastard! You’re a bastard!”
Years of being a gangster.
Familiar sounds of blows and a man’s screams.
And even the loud shouts of the broadcasters mixed with emotion.
The surprised gangster quickly turned his body and checked through the glass window on the door.
There, surrounded by girl broadcasters, was Kim Woo-jin, who was face down on the floor and being beaten.
“By force! Hey?! By force!”
“Because of you! It hurt!”
Thinking about it, it was like locking up children who had sold their bodies half-forcibly and the people who had paid for them in one room.
“Ah, damn it!”
No matter how likely he was to be a traitor, he was an investor for now and the son of a conglomerate chairman.
If he got seriously hurt or lost his life, the situation could really escalate.
The gangster opened the door, went inside, and pushed the broadcasters.
“You crazy b*tches, what the hell are you doing!”
“Whoa!”
“Ah, don’t do it!”
The broadcasters, who were immediately terrified, were pushed back.
The gangster was grumbling and trying to check Kim Woo-jin’s condition when.
Bam!
Kim Woo-jin’s knee, who had been lying down, went up and hit the gangster’s groin.
“Oh, hey?!”
Unable to speak due to the sudden pain, the gangster’s body was pushed forward. The broadcasters took advantage of the gap and started beating the gangster without hesitation.
* * *
“That’s it.”
I retrieved my cell phone and made calls here and there, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Now it’s done.
The police will come, and I finished the call with my older brother.
He’ll probably be here soon.
“W, what are we going to do now? Are we going to go out?”
It was a bit dangerous to go out right away, but on the other hand, the gangster who had been guarding us was gone, so it was a bit of a situation to be here.
I chose to go outside.
“I’ve contacted them. My friends who were waiting in advance will be waiting in front.”
If I join them, it’s over.
This is the 6th floor, so I had to go down to the 1st floor, but I had to do it somehow.
“I’ll take the lead, so Popo, you take care of the kids from the back, okay?”
“Yes, I understand.”
With that, I went out of the room and ran straight to the stairs.
It was easy to go down from the 6th floor to the 5th floor.
In the first place, since the luggage was being taken down, the 6th floor luggage had already been removed and there were no people.
The problem was when I went down from the 5th floor to the 4th floor.
“Hmm?”
Maybe it was a break time, but I made eye contact with a gangster who was smoking a cigarette near the emergency exit of the stairs.
“T, these kids are running away!”
I ran straight to the gangster.
“Go down right now! The kids are coming up from below! Just go down!”
I flew into the air and tackled him, hanging on to his waist and pinning him against the wall.
I thought I had done it quite stylishly, but my opponent was a person whose profession was street fighting.
“You crazy kid!”
He immediately picked me up and slammed me into the floor instead of the wall.
“Ugh!”
I was surprised at myself for being so weak that I had been homered, but I was relieved to see the broadcasters running away as I had told them.
“Ugh! It hurts so much!”
“Oh! I can’t give you this!”
“T, thank you, parents.”
Thank you for being rich parents. Thanks to you, I only got hit once instead of twice by the gangster.
I grabbed the hem of the gangster’s pants and hung on as he tried to chase after the broadcasters.
The gangsters who were running out of the hallway couldn’t go down because the two of us were tumbling in front of the stairs.
Eventually.
“Ah, just give it to me!”
Just as a person has to become independent from their parents when they grow up.
Now, leaving the shadow of my parents, the fists of the gangster brothers were about to greet me.
“Hey, old men.”
A man came up the stairs.
A size that was not inferior to the gangsters.
Taekwondo that I had learned since childhood.
A young gangster who had been fighting with seniors since his sophomore year of high school.
It was Pyo Jin-ho.
“Ah, ah! Jin-ho hyung!”
When was Pyo Jin-ho ever so welcome?He chuckled and pointed behind him, shouting,
“Go.”
“That was so f*cking cool.”
I immediately left Jin-ho Pyo behind and ran downstairs.
Our friends passed us by.
“You’re going to pay dearly for this.”
Ahn Hyun-ho, a notorious delinquent since high school.
“I’m going to the army tomorrow. If this gets on the news, maybe I’ll get a reward leave?”
Kang Han-kang, who was going to the army with Jin-ho Pyo tomorrow.
“Woo-jin, don’t worry and take care of the girls downstairs first. I called everyone I could.”
Jung Chan-woo, who followed us with confidence.
“Our Chan-woo needs to be protected by his hyung.”
And the bald man.
Hmm?
‘Bald man?’
It seemed like he came along because he was worried that Chan-woo would get hurt.
Anyway.
“Ah, you guys are so cool!”
I shouted my gratitude to our idiots and praised myself for calling them with minimal safety measures.
As we exited the building, there were already children gathered and shivering.
They hugged me as soon as they saw me, relieved and reassured.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
It seemed like only 30 seconds had passed since I came out.
Hwang Sa-jang chased after me, shaking his shoulders.
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“……My kids?”
“Did they look easy enough for college kids to handle?”
Oh dear.
How come I can’t be cool for more than 30 seconds?
I looked at the gangsters coming down and hoped that the idiots wouldn’t fall behind.
“Popoda!”
The thick, sweaty voices of men could be heard from afar.
Late at night.
All the men walking the streets were wearing construction uniforms and walking towards us.
“This is Anonymous 300! I may be a fan, but I’ll never unstan!”
“This is Anonymous 301! Popoda! I love your broadcasting nickname, Boss!”
“This is Anonymous 302! My broadcasting nickname is Pororamin!”
Popoda’s eyes, which had been blankly staring at the construction workers, turned red again.
‘That’s what Chan-woo was talking about.’
He said he called everyone he could.
I turned on Daum Forest with a doubtful mind and showed Popoda the post written there.
– Anonymous 321: Construction students. Popoda needs help. Please contact Jung Chan-woo, a second-year construction student.
↳ Anonymous 301: I’m from the construction department. I created a group chat.
↳ Anonymous 302: I’m from the construction department. Popoda is broadcasting today, but I wondered what was going on because he didn’t turn it on.
↳ Anonymous 303: I’m from the construction department. Chan-woo, what’s going on?
Anonymous 321 was Chan-woo.
Looking at the time the post was uploaded, it was before we took care of the gangsters at the entrance.
It seemed like he couldn’t contact us well, so he called us like this because he was worried.
‘Oh, thank goodness.’
I could hear the sound of sirens, so the police were coming too.
I thought it was really over now.
“Ha, cute kids.”
Hwang Sa-jang approached us with a grin, as if he was going to go all out now.
“You f*cking bastards. Do you think I’ll just stand here? Did that little punk Kim Woo-jin trust his parents and set me up?”
“……I did trust my parents and set you up.”
Hwang Sa-jang got even angrier when I nodded in agreement, and he approached me with a thud.
“But I didn’t just trust my parents.”
Click.
A person blocked Hwang Sa-jang and me.
A ponytail peeking out from under a white cap.
A dragon jumper that was like a trademark.
A baseball bat with traces of time on his shoulder.
“Whew.”
Joo-hee sunbae spat out the cigarette he had in his mouth and blocked Hwang Sa-jang’s way.
“Pretty.”
“Yes, sir!”
Would I have only called the idiots when I was fighting with the gangsters?
The last line of defense.
Our captain turned his back and said only one thing.
“Pick up the butts, noona. I’m a little busy.”
“Yes! Of course, noona! I’ll pick them all up!”
The moment Joo-hee sunbae threw away the butts.Senior Joo-hee’s baseball bat struck Hwang Sa-jang’s abdomen.
“Ugh!”
Hwang Sa-jang’s body bent like a pretzel.
His pupils, which didn’t even flinch when the men rushed in, trembled as he glared at Senior Joo-hee.
However, Senior Joo-hee’s bat was merciless.
Bam!
Another blow to his hunched back.
As Hwang Sa-jang’s body lurched forward with the sickening sound of the blow, Senior Joo-hee’s knee strike connected with his face.
Just as his body was about to fall backward.
“Whoop!”
Senior Joo-hee’s bat swung swiftly again, striking Hwang Sa-jang’s abdomen as he fell backward.
“Ugh!”
Hwang Sa-jang vomited.
Senior Joo-hee looked down at him with cold eyes and muttered.
“Why do these bastards keep coming out even after I beat them up?”
Oh, I shouldn’t have gotten involved.
Honestly, I didn’t think I’d win.
I just wanted to buy some time until the police arrived.
“I love you, Captain Joo!”
I raised my hands and cheered for Senior Joo-hee. She seemed surprised and looked at me with a start.
“Sh, shut up.”
Her face was slightly flushed, perhaps embarrassed by her fierce appearance.
‘Or maybe it’s red because of Hwang Sa-jang’s blood?’
Épico
body bent like pretzel lmao