46 – How Gangsters Deal with School Bullying (17)
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“No, why are you here, Harira?”
Harira’s sudden appearance was so unexpected that even Geum Deok-su, who had been confidently striding, was momentarily dumbfounded.
Regardless of whether it was abrupt or not, Harira’s presence itself was bewildering for the current Geum Deok-su.
He clearly saw her falling, saw her bleeding and collapsing with blood dripping from her head. He even saw her being carried away in an ambulance. Wasn’t she seriously injured?
Falling from the third floor, bleeding from the head, the image of a person falling seemed like someone who was seriously hurt to anyone who saw it.
Today’s emergency regular meeting of the Gold Line Crew was convened precisely to decide how to handle the situation when Harira’s family reported this incident to the police.
Since it wasn’t a suicide and there was definite head injury to a female student, even with the power of today’s Golden Wave, it wouldn’t be easily overlooked.
Even though he was forced to transfer schools, Geum Deok-su, who had been taking advantage of his position as a student to enjoy an easy life, had decided to give up his student status and embark on the path of a gangster. There were reasons for this decision.
But there was Hae Ri-ra right in front of him, alive and well. She didn’t look at all like someone who had been hurt.
The confusion that arose from Hae Ri-ra’s sudden appearance faded away, and in Geum Deok-su’s eyes, a venomous gaze took hold.
It was the same gaze that he had shown when he ordered his lackeys to torment Hae Ri-ra and watched from behind, enjoying the sight.
…Since I’ve already decided to live as a gangster, there’s no need to be cautious anymore. Should I just go for it?
Apart from the recent group assault, Geum Deok-su had been pressuring Hae Ri-ra within the confines of school violence.
Because he was a student, and his father wanted him to at least graduate from high school.
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But now the situation was different.
The leader of the Geumilpa, Geum Il-su, already knew that Geum Deok-su had been involved in underage prostitution, using it as a means to amass wealth. Keeping him as a student was impossible considering the magnitude of his actions.
For this country, it was nothing short of a major incident for a gangster’s son to exploit a minor for prostitution.
That’s why he had decided to involve his direct subordinates and bury the entire incident. He had also ordered Geum Deok-su to prove himself today, abandoning his commitment to graduate from high school.
“Geum Deok-su, be like your father. Then everything I’ve built will be yours.”
As the successor of Geumilpa, his words were an encouragement for Geum Deok-su to prove himself as the successor who had risen to this position with just his fists.
Yeah, f*ck it. Even if I kidnap a girl, who is the only family I have, and try to find my father’s daughter, nothing will happen. I am the next leader of Geumilpa, so I don’t need a father like him who is just a tae kwon do instructor.
Right after making the decision to cross the line, Geum Deok-su felt a refreshing sensation as if his suffocating chest had been pierced.
With the power he had and the power he would gain, he could easily have a girl like Hae Ri-ra, who had nothing but a pretty face and body, without any power or influence.
f*ck, just imagining it makes my mouth water. Being able to do whatever I want with that arrogant b*tch Hae Ri-ra…!
When Geum Deok-su first climbed this mountain, he felt like he was going crazy from the anger that burned in his chest.
His subordinates were so useless that they were constantly getting ambushed, and as their leader, Geum Deok-su was naturally furious about it.
But ever since Hari appeared, everything started to look beautiful.
That’s why Geum Deok-su, who had just been rampaging like a beast, suddenly spoke calmly in a strange, hoarse voice.
“Well, no matter the reason, it’s really nice to see you again. I thought you would either die or become a retard.”
Geum Deok-su sent a nostalgic gaze, recalling the day Hari was pushed and fell from the third floor by one of the crew members.
Of course, Hari didn’t give a damn about that kind of gaze.
“What’s that about? That crazy bastard is pretending to be all nostalgic for nothing. It’s just something that happened yesterday.”
Hari’s words reminded her that it had only been a day since she fought with the Gold Line crew members and fell out of the third floor window. That is, it happened yesterday.
But no matter how Hari came out, like a prickly hedgehog, Geum Deok-su maintained a disgustingly expression on her face and didn’t stop wagging her tail.
“Is that so? Well, even though it’s just a day, it feels like a year to me when I think you’re dead. I thought my heart was going to tear apart when I saw the woman I fell in love with getting destroyed.”
“Shut up.”
Hari felt a nauseating feeling beyond disgust from her repulsive words.
But now she didn’t have the luxury to vomit, and all her strength had to be directed towards one target.
So, Hari held back her nausea, squeezed her fist with the strength to vomit, and faced Geum Deok-su, who was licking her own body with a truly disgusting gaze.
“Well, to some extent, I can empathize. I also felt like that one day from yesterday to today, just like you.”
And with these words, she showed Geum Deok-su a refreshing smile for the first time.
“I f*cking want to kill you, you son of a b*tch!”
Immediately changing her expression, she forcefully stomped the ground and charged towards him.
“Die, you bastard, the scum of society!”
From the tightly clenched fist, the shoulders and elbows pulled back, the waist fully rotated, and the stepping forward with the leading foot.
Hari’s posture, clearly showing her intention, already indicated that she was going to punch Geum Deok-su in the face.
That stupid b*tch, who only learned a little bit of Taekwondo from her Taekwondo instructor father, who only teaches kids. What’s the big deal, she’s just a woman anyway.
Harira was clearly fast and lively, but that was all there was to it.
Born to be a gangster and inheriting her father’s talent as a born fighter, Gold Duk-su, who also learned how to fight, found Harira’s movements predictable enough to make him yawn.
Well, if she didn’t take on such an exaggerated stance, she wouldn’t be able to deliver any meaningful blows to men as a woman. Isn’t it a good choice in a way?
The physical differences between men and women are clear.
Strength, weight, and even skeletal structure, women can’t win against men in any physical aspect, that’s common sense.
In addition, even if she was trained in Taekwondo, Harira, who had a good body ratio and no excess fat, was no match for Gold Duk-su, who had trained and eaten to fight, not even reaching the average weight.
She learned how to move and was light, so she’s fast, but you can easily dodge those obvious punches even with your eyes closed.
Gold Duk-su, who had experience winning against street fighters as well as martial arts athletes, didn’t have any expectation that he would lose. No, he never even had such an expectation in the first place.
How could that stupid b*tch who only relied on her measly Taekwondo think that she could knock him down with one punch? What a f*cking joke.
Feeling the force in his lower body, Gold Duk-su spread his right hand to catch the incoming fist towards his left cheek.
There’s no way he can retrieve his fist that’s already pulled back like that, so he lightly catches it like playing with a catch ball and then delivers a blow…
Whack!
“Huh?”
It disappeared…
Before the confusion in Gold Duk-su’s mind could even subside, Harira’s upper body, which was supposed to swing her fist towards his lower abdomen, disappeared from his sight.
Ssuaeeek!
Right after that, before the confusion in Harira’s disappearing upper body even ended, her left heel, wearing a sports shoe, whipped through the air like a whip, splitting the wind.
A secret move that Gold Duk-su inherited from his father, Ha Hyuk-su, rotating his upper body as much as possible and bending sideways, putting all the rotational force into his foot.
Jjeoeeeok!!!!!!
Harira’s follow-up kick, charged with all her strength, landed perfectly on the empty guard of the defenseless Geumdeoksu after the power-packed clash.
Kudang-tang-tang-tang!!!!
An unexpectedly swift aftermath of a single blow, so fast that it couldn’t even be seen.
Geumdeoksu, under the art-like follow-up kick, crumpled to the ground, becoming one with the dirt.
“Kuh, ugh······ ugh······?”
Geumdeoksu, still unaware of what hit him, was licking the ground vividly with his cheek.
Harira, looking down at the crumpled Geumdeoksu with fiery eyes, unleashed half a year’s suppressed anger.
“If you’re useless, you’re just a damn loser!”
No one could refute that outcry.
“From now on, I’m going to mess up your life real hard. Try dying once, you son of a b*tch!”
With that scream, filled with all the pain, sadness, despair, and anger accumulated over time, Harira kicked the completely incapacitated Geumdeoksu.
Zzeok! Kwajik! Jjeo-eo-eok! Ckang!
Truly refreshing rage.