God of Blackfield

Chapter 72.2: Let's Try it (2)

Kang Chan hooked his foot around the ankle of the university student that was trying to leave the alley, tripping him.

Plop.

As he fell to the ground, a knife was quickly swung toward Kang Chan.

Swish!

Kang Chan snatched the attacker’s wrist with his left hand, then placed it on his right elbow so that it was hanging.

Crunch. Crack.

“Argh!”

His target’s arm had been properly broken.

Crack!

Nevertheless, he swung the guy’s arm completely backward again.

“Gah! Gaahh! Gaaahhh!”

Hesitating because of the terrible sight, those at the back couldn’t get closer to Kang Chan.

“So you’re gonna act like this to the end, huh?” Kang Chan asked.

When he picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground, the guy that was sprawled on the floor crawled away from him.

“Get out of here now, Cho Sae-Ho. Cha So-Yeon knows where the hospital is. Stay there with her,” said Kang Chan.

When Cho Sae-Ho stood up while rubbing his nose with the back of his hand…

Bam.

A guy that was standing next to Cho Sae-Ho violently hit the latter’s face.

Pow-pow-pow. Pow-pow-pow. Pow-pow-pow.

Kang Chan stabbed people at random, starting with the guy that was in front of him.

He stabbed both of their shoulders and armpit. Now, they wouldn’t be able to quickly use their fists for combat or properly carry heavy things.

Pow-pow-pow. Pow-pow-pow. Pow-pow-pow.

One or two of them tried to sloppily punch him, but it didn’t do anything.

With six of them sent to the floor bleeding in no time, the remaining guys stuck close to the wall.

Pow-pow-pow. Pow-pow-pow. Pow-pow-pow.

Except for the guy that hit Cho Sae-Ho, Kang Chan stabbed all of their shoulders and armpits with his knife.

The last man standing, who was sticking close to a wall as well, looked at Kang Chan.

“Hey!” Kang Chan yelled.

The guy tightly gritted his teeth.

Pow-pow-pow-pow!

Kang Chan then stabbed his shoulder and armpit. Unable to even scream, his target’s eyes widened. Kang Chan grabbed onto his neck and pushed him toward the wall.

“Cho Sae-Ho, get out of here now and go to the hospital with So-Yeon,” said Kang Chan.

Cho Sae-Ho hesitated, but then quickly ran off.

“Hey, you son of a bitch,” Kang Chan said again.

“Cough! Cough!”

“Do you like living like this? Do you really like going around with a knife in your bag and dragging high schoolers that are weaker than you and beating them up?”

Pow!

“Arghh! Cough!”

When Kang Chan stabbed the guy’s back muscle on the left side with a knife, he struggled.

“If you ever go around while wearing these clothes again…” Kang Chan warned.

Holding the knife in a reverse grip, Kang Chan pressed it on his opponent’s neck, making the latter tremble. Kang Chan then gritted his teeth, holding in his desire to quickly slit his opponent’s neck.

At that moment…

“What’s this?” Kang Chan heard someone ask roughly from behind him. When he turned around, he realized gangsters had walked into the area.

While the guy that was standing in the front was looking around the surroundings, those next to him took out filet knives from around their waists. A few of them hit the heads of the kids that had collapsed onto the floor. After a guy that was at the back quickly walked to the front and whispered to the ear of the guy that was standing in the front…

“Are you Kang Chan?”

Kang Chan was now really disgusted with things like this. If people cut them some slack because they were wearing school uniforms and because they weren’t gangsters yet, then they became those fuckers in the end.

“I heard you were reckless, but I didn’t expect you’d get into a fight in our turf. I’ll give you that,” said the gangster at the very front.

Kang Chan looked down at the knife that was being held in a reverse grip.

A man who just wanted to eat a bowl of hot Yookgaejang with his old mother risked his life for a monthly salary that wasn’t even that large, while these fuckers were showing off and swinging filet knives in a back alley.

“You fucking gangsters,” Kang Chan cursed.

I’ll kill all of you to make those puny university students think that they should never become like you fuckers.

When Kang Chan walked forward while smirking…

Pow-pow-pow. Pow-pow. Pow-pow.

Violent sounds rang out from the back.

“What was that? Hey!”

“We’re under attack! Kill them!”

Kang Chan was confused. There were three men at the back wearing a suit and a shirt, their movements extraordinary. One of them snapped a gangster’s wrist in an instant, then took away the knife.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Their movements were rough, but there was no hesitation in their knife-wielding skills.

Bam! Pow! Pow!

The three men hit the gangsters’ groins with their knees, hit their adam’s apples with their elbows, and even stabbed their shoulders and back with the knives that they had taken from them.

In about three minutes, only two gangsters remained. One of the three men approached Kang Chan and politely greeted him. Meanwhile, one of the remaining gangsters was stabbed with a knife. The other sank to his knees while grasping onto his groin. A knee then hit his face, causing him to fall backward.

“I’m Choi Jong-Il. We’re dispatched here under Manager Kim’s orders. He told us to avoid interfering unless necessary, but we stepped in because we thought that this wasn’t right. If you go, then we’ll immediately contact the prosecution and cleanly take care of this gangster organization.”

What was this? Kang Chan felt like a tiger that had its meal taken away from him in front of his eyes. He wasn’t that angry, though, since he wasn’t a hungry tiger.

“Come here and greet him,” Choi Jong-Il told the other two men.

“I’m Lee Doo-Hee.”

“I’m Woo Hee-Seung.”

When Kang Chan laughed out loud, Choi Jong-Il looked behind him for a moment.

“Along with manager Kim, we have already sent in our letters of resignation to the company and left. You can leave these dirty matters to us. We'd willingly lay down our lives and die instead for as long as it means you'll succeed with your goal. Even if we have to do it hundreds or thousands of times.”

“Letter of resignation?” Kang Chan asked.

Choi Jong-Il made a face that said, ‘Could it be?’ then closed his mouth. He had an angular chin and a sunburnt face.

“You guys submitted a letter of resignation?” Kang Chan asked again.

“I thought you were already aware of that. Our role is to personally help you,” Just after Choi Jong-Il answered…

“You fuckers, which family are you a part of?” A gangster yelled.

“This fucker is so loud!”

Boong. Pow.

Woo Hee-Seung suddenly lifted an iron pipe and struck the gangster’s nape. Kang Chan couldn’t help but laugh out loud because of the absurd sight.

“I’m the leader. I’m going to leave my number in a text message, but a new phone will be given to you tomorrow. If you press a button on the phone, then I’ll act immediately,” Choi Jong-Il continued.

Bam! Pow! Pow!

The gangsters came to their senses, but Lee Doo-Hee and Woo Hee-Seung continuously hit the back of their necks to knock them back out.

“Please leave this place. We’ll take care of the rest.”

Dumbfounded, Kang Chan couldn’t say anything. He liked one thing, though—he didn’t kill a sloppy gangster because of his spite.

He got out of the alley while shaking his head.

From the alley, Kang Chan heard someone say “contact the chief of the police station and tell them to come here,” and the sound of them swearing, “Who do these sons of bitches think they're thrusting their knives at??”

Right after, he heard the sound of an iron pipe hitting something.

pow-pow.

When Kang Chan returned to his room in the hospital, Cho Sae-Ho already had gauze on his nose and around his right eye.

“Sunbae-nim,” Cha So-Yeon and Cho Sae-Ho jumped to their feet.

Did they perhaps?

Cho Sae-Ho’s mouth was swollen.

“Are you okay?” Kang Chan asked Cho Sae-Ho.

“Yes, sunbae-nim.”

His pronunciation was amazing, considering his mouth and nose were swollen.

“I tried my best to teach you, but you got beat up by those morons.”

“I also hit them a few times.”

“Forget about it.”

What use is there for me to talk to him?

“Anyway, I was thinking of having dinner, but can you eat with your mouth like that?” Kang Chan asked again.

“If you’re buying us dinner, then we’ll eat with you before we go home,” when Cha So-Yeon answered, Cho Sae-Ho quickly nodded.

“What do you guys want to eat?”

Cha So-Yeon glanced at Cho Sae-Ho.

People were quite unpredictable. Kang Chan couldn’t believe that Cha So-Yeon would like someone like Cho Sae-Ho when she couldn’t even eat because of the bullies.

“Sunbae-nim, please buy us sushi,” said Cha So-Yeon.

“Sushi?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think he’ll be able to eat with his mouth like that?” Kang Chan asked.

“No! I can eat properly.”

In truth, eating sushi was going to be a wiser choice than eating hot soup or meat. Kang Chan called the interphone in the nurse’s office and asked if there was a sushi restaurant near the hospital.

“Let’s go eat outside,” Kang Chan told the two of them.

“Right now?”

“Don’t worry and just come with me. Everything’s been taken care of.”

“Alright.”

Kang Chan had already changed, so he immediately went outside.

When he went out of the entrance of the hospital, the opposite side of the road was packed with patrol cars and emergency vehicles.

When Kang Chan mumbled to himself, “What are they doing when there’s a hospital nearby?” Cha So-Yeon and Cho Sae-Ho looked at each other and firmly closed their mouths.

When the three of them arrived at the sushi restaurant, Cha So-Yeon’s phone rang.

“Eun-Sil unnie said that she arrived in front of the hospital?”

“Tsk! Tell her to come to this restaurant,” said Kang Chan.

A moment later, Heo Eun-Sil showed up perversely, and the four of them ate sushi. Cho Sae-Ho hesitated at first but later showed he could devour five servings of sushi with the word ‘special’ in front of the dish’s name by himself when Kang Chan told him to eat without restraints.

Kang Chan thought of Kim Mi-Young.

‘I should’ve called her. We could’ve eaten together.’

But he shook his head soon after. He was about to start a dangerous task. He doubted something that required Kim Hyung-Jung to put those security guards on Kang Chan’s trail and submit a letter of resignation would end easily.

‘I should give this a proper end.’

Kang Chan firmly made up his mind. He was working with men that submitted letters of resignation to an organization that they had been working for just to help him on this. Making sure that those men got back safely to their organization naturally became his responsibility.

‘But why is this bitch so quiet?’

The bare-faced Heo Eun-Sil quietly ate sushi.

An accident happened no matter what whenever he met her, but they might get away with it today since something had already happened.

1. This is referring to one of the employees of Yoo Bi-Corp that died because of the fight at the golf club

2. Here, the word ‘special’ refers to the most expensive dishes