9 – 9. Club (2)
“Ah!”
It was definitely a scream like that.
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Maybe?
Because the guy’s mouth moved from an ‘Ah’ state.
Although it was regrettable that I couldn’t directly hear the scream of Real Man 1 (let’s call him that), what was more regrettable was that I couldn’t inflict proper damage.
I wanted to crush his finger bones.
Human bones don’t break easily.
Or do they? Is it because I’m not strong enough?
Anyway, the moment I snapped his fingers, he quickly withdrew his hand with a scream.
I had set up the ambush quite carelessly, but the results were not as expected.
If a brawl broke out like this, I would have to fight one against three until people around stopped me. But wouldn’t it be better to reduce the number of hits as much as possible?
‘But in the end, it’s one against three.’
Sigh. Damn it.
Real Man 1’s injury would recover quickly.
He’ll fiercely come at me again.
Well, I guess there’s no helping it.
Hoo-eup.
I took a breath and adjusted my posture.
The key was how quickly the people around me would come to my aid.
I never intended to win in the first place.
This isn’t some martial arts novel. How could I possibly win against three opponents alone?
There’s no such thing as an impossible impossibility.
But what can you do?
After witnessing those jerks’ behavior, I couldn’t just stand by without giving them a taste of my fist.
Sure enough, the two of them, having roughly assessed the situation, came charging at me with eyes bulging out of their sockets.
They looked furious.
It felt like watching a first-person action movie on the screen.
Shall we get started then?
Huh?
Before I could throw a punch,
I had to shove the woman I had pushed aside to avoid getting tangled in the fight.
Alright. Damn it.
Here we g-.
“Uh?”
I stopped in a half-hearted stance.
The situation was resolved even before I threw a punch.
How did things turn out?
A guy suddenly appeared and blocked the body of the guy (presumably the real guy #2) who was rushing towards us.
The blocking position was so perfect that it even stopped the movement of another guy (then this guy must be the real guy #3).
Oh.
One-shot double kill.
This is amazing.
I thought I would take a few hits.
To block so quickly like this.
Is the world overflowing with good people?
But.
Where have I seen that face before?
“Hey, isn’t that person?”
Isn’t that the athletic student we saw at the convenience store?
It was almost unrecognizable because he was wearing a black suit unlike before.
It was quickly identifiable because the man standing next to him was the athletic student who was at the convenience store earlier.
But that man was also wearing a black suit instead of sweatpants.
“Oh? Suit buddies. Looks like they coordinated.”
Clothes are wings.
The atmosphere definitely felt solid.
Is it because of the good physique that it looks even more so?
Ahem. Should I have dressed up for this?
Anyway, the situation had reached a state of temporary peace.
The guys who were furious like fire didn’t seem to know how to handle the arrival of the physical education students.
Physical education students should be tall and broad-shouldered, right?
I felt like they were ready to give a good beating if they got involved.
That’s why they seemed hesitant to make a move.
The suit-wearing guy in front pushed away the second furious guy and signaled him to back off.
The second furious guy was pushed back like a piece of paper.
Hm.
The furious guys looked quite sturdy, but the difference in strength was evident.
The second furious guy seemed a bit startled as well.
It’s natural to be surprised when the opponent’s strength is overwhelming.
But great liquor makes fools brave.
The first furious guy, whose hand I had twisted, revealed his teeth and charged straight at the suit-wearing man.
Now that he’s drunk, he probably can’t see clearly.
So, he must have tried to do something perverted.
But that was only for a moment.
He seemed to be coming at me, then suddenly disappeared from my sight.
It felt like he completely vanished.
The first furious guy was now firmly planted on the ground.
Ah.
Really regrettable.
If this weren’t such a noisy club, the sound of a body hitting the ground would have been quite cheerful.
The man in the suit cast a cold glance at the guy sprawled on the floor before nodding subtly to the other two.
Shouldn’t have come.
A clear expression of intent: this is what happens if you do.
But if you’ve never experienced it, you wouldn’t know. The guy who got shoved earlier, Jin Sangnam 2, hesitated to gauge the strength of this man, but Jin Sangnam 3 wasn’t having any of it.
Seeing Jin Sangnam 1 sprawled on the floor, it seemed his eyeballs had flipped again.
“This bastard!!”
A shout along these lines?
His mouth changed shape abruptly, and I can’t quite describe it accurately, but what’s certain is that he cursed and lunged.
However, soon.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Huh?
How many punches just flew?
The man in the suit lowered his stance and repeatedly struck Jin Sangnam 3’s abdomen as he charged.
At that moment, Jin Sangnam 3, gripping his stomach like someone shot with a gun, collapsed with the expression of someone who’s been constipated for a year.
Wow?
A martial arts expert?
Hmm.
But what on earth is this situation?
Did all the students from the performing arts school gather at the club?
Is it a coincidence?
While pondering such thoughts, Jin Sang-nam 2, who had been pushed aside, started running hard in a certain direction.
Is he fleeing?
Yeah.
Didn’t he bring his friends?
He said he’d be embarrassed if he slept on the floor.
Hurry up and bring them…
Huh?
The fleeing Jin Sang-nam 2 went to the club guard and pointed towards my direction with his hand.
Oh my.
Is he pretending?
Earlier, he was making a face like he was going to kill everyone alone.
Indeed, humans seem to adapt to the situation.
When faced with a crappy situation, he starts acting all tough like a kid.
“Please stop.”
Huh?
Suddenly, a suit-clad man approached me and whispered.
Shall we go?
But the way you talk, it feels like you know me?
Why don’t I have a clue at all?
But maybe it’s a matter of timing.
If we just continue like this, it’ll lose its shape.
So, before answering Suit Man, I turned my head to the girl who was standing beside me and spoke.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh. Yes, I’m fine.”
“What about the other friends?”
“They all seem fine. Thanks for caring.”
Come to think of it, the girls gathered around.
They looked quite surprised, but it didn’t seem like anyone got hurt.
Well, that’s a relief.
At this point, it’s a total mess, so should I leave?
As I was about to get up, the club guards quickly gathered around.
It’s strange that they didn’t come when all this chaos was happening.
But then.
A problem arose.
The attitude of the guards.
Upon closer inspection, it seemed like Jin Sangnam2 and the guards knew each other.
Thinking about it, it was odd for them to come scold us when they were the ones at fault.
Ah.
Is it getting tangled up like this again?
A man who seemed to be in charge of the guards approached.
Clearly a thug.
His gaze seemed like he could have killed a person or two.
Huh, he won’t die right after possession, will he?
But what’s this feeling?
It doesn’t seem like anything unusual is going to happen.
Maybe it’s because the two suit guys are standing confidently in front of me.
It felt strangely reassuring.
Even though there were four guards for one thug, the suit guys didn’t seem intimidated at all.
“I will take care of this.”
I was startled and looked to the side.
A man.
He was slightly smaller than the athletes, but a bit taller than me, passing by my side.
Then the athletes naturally made way for him.
I thought the athletes, being taller, would be able to handle the thug, but who on earth is this guy?
Huh?
The thug, who was glaring at him as if he were about to kill him just now, changed his expression after seeing that man.
It seems a lion can make a cat face while wearing boots!
Soon, the two came face to face and exchanged some words.
A big thug was speaking, stooping significantly to match the height of the man in front of him.
It’s fascinating.
Who is this man?
As if the conversation went well, the thug greeted loudly.
Then he raised his hand, signaling the guards to step back.
The shifty-eyed man sent a look of disbelief to the thug, but what came back was a sturdy response like the lid of a pot.
Wow?
Did you break your neck bone?
“How would you like to proceed?”
The man who organized the situation came to me and asked.
What? What do you mean?
When I gave the man a puzzled look, he spoke again.
“Would you like to enjoy more?”
I glanced to the side.
She was looking at me with subtle eyes.
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Her pupils are real.
Oh, I might go crazy.
There were various things going on, but it seemed like having fun was the right answer.
I may not know what these men, including this man, are up to, but it’s probably best to communicate my intentions clearly, right?
As I nodded lightly, the man responded as if he understood.
“Then I will get ready right away.”
For what?
It feels like an unexpected conversation keeps going.
The man gestured somewhere.
Then the guard who had been watching over here rushed over at the speed of light.
The man instructed something with a stern look.
Then, at the speed of light, the guard rushed off somewhere.
“Please come up.”
To where?
No way.
The room?
The rooms were on the upper floor overlooking the club stage.
There were several rooms, but the man pointed to the one with the largest glass door.
“We will go there.”
With just a word from the man, the reservation for the room that couldn’t even be secured with money was made.
Huh? Are we going there? Then what happens to the people who were originally in that room?
They said all the rooms were full earlier.
Hmm.
Do I really need to worry about that too?