episode_0165

No matter how bizarre the situation, or how suspicious it seemed, they couldn’t treat me recklessly.

The son of a chaebol chairman.

Just that title alone was protecting me right now.

Thanks to that, I hadn’t faced any real danger.

But as I fled in the early morning, I found myself stuck with internet broadcasters, my phone stolen.

They claimed we should enjoy ourselves, but it was clearly a confinement.

No more, no less.

“I never expected it to come to this.”

I hadn’t even considered that my escape plan would be exposed at this time.

It was disconcerting, but at least being with the broadcasters was somewhat fortunate.

“What do we do now?”

“Oppa, we’re in big trouble, right?”

“I feel like crying.”

The internet broadcasters, along with me who had secretly joined them, were anxious about being trapped together.

“It’s okay.”

Popo, the one who everyone looked up to, comforted them.

“It’ll be okay. Everyone knows we’re trapped here.”

Sitting in a circle, Popo comforted them.

Thanks to her, the others were a bit relieved, but I felt uneasy from the high expectations placed on me.

“It’s ambiguous.”

The room we were trapped in was the one I often used, Room 10.

It was on the 6th floor, making it difficult to escape through a window, not that there were any windows to begin with.

But staying still was dangerous.

It was best to act before the gangsters finished their cleanup.

There was one member outside the door watching us, so we had to figure out how to deal with them.

“What if we cause a commotion inside and then overpower them when they come in?”

When I suggested this, everyone seemed uneasy.

“Is overpowering them possible?”

“Do you guys know how to fight?”

They all seemed doubtful of my plan.

“…I meant for us to fight together.”

Even though I suggested it with the odds in our favor, they were too scared to consider fighting.

But…

“Okay.”

Popo clenched her fists in agreement with my plan.

“We have no other choice. Right?”

“…Right, we can go out and inform others. My contacts are waiting.”

I had called for help before meeting Popo.

I couldn’t involve the police, so I had to rely on people I knew.

“Besides, just waiting to be rescued won’t change anything. We have to overcome this.”

With the gangsters busy cleaning up for their illegal activities, now was the time to act.

Therefore, we decided to take action.

* * *

The gangster who was monitoring the broadcasters in Room 10 had some free time, so he was assigned to the most comfortable spot.

“Mmm.”

The phone he was fiddling with belonged to Kim Woojin, an investor.

He had taken it from him earlier and was now receiving numerous messages, especially from someone named Seo Yerin.

The phone kept vibrating with messages, but he couldn’t unlock it due to the password.

“Ugh, these rich guys are something else.”

As the chairman’s youngest son, he probably flirted with all these women.

Seo Yerin, Choi Eiseo, Min Juhee, Jung Chanwoo.

Seeing mostly female names in the messages, he could imagine how they lived.

“These guys with money just go around seducing women.”

Women needed to know the truth. Even though he was no saint himself, the guy inside was worse.

“Aaah!”

A scream echoed through the room.

“You, you bastard! You! You did this to us!”

“Bad guy! You’re so bad!”

Years of living as a thug.

The familiar sound of blows and a man’s screams.

And even the fierce shouts mixed with the emotions of the broadcasters.

The startled thug quickly turns his body to check beyond the glass window on the door.

There, Kim Woojin was surrounded by female broadcasters, lying on the floor and being beaten.

“Forced! What?! Forced!”

“Because of you! It hurts!”

Thinking back, it was a scene where the man who had bought these girls with money and half-forced them into this situation was now locked in the same room with them.

“Oh, damn it!”

Even though there was a possibility of betrayal, he was initially an investor and the son of a chairman of a large corporation.

If he were to be seriously injured or even lose his life, the situation could really escalate.

The thug opens the door and pushes the broadcasters aside as he enters.

“What the hell are you guys doing here so nicely!”

“Ah!”

“Please, don’t!”

The broadcasters, who were pushed back out of fear, did not hesitate to start beating the thug.

* * *

“That’s enough.”

I retrieved my phone, made calls here and there, and let out a sigh of relief.

It’s over now.

The police will come, and I ended the call with my little brother.

He’ll probably be here soon.

“What, what are we going to do now? Are we leaving?”

It was a bit dangerous to leave immediately, but on the other hand, since the thug who was guarding had disappeared, there was no point in staying here.

I chose to go outside.

“I’ve made arrangements. My friends who were waiting in advance will be waiting up ahead.”

Once I join them, it’ll be over.

Since this was the 6th floor, I had to go down to the 1st floor, but I’ll figure it out somehow.

“I’ll take the lead, and Popo, make sure to bring the kids safely from the back, okay?”

“Yes, got it.”

With those words, I stepped out of the room and ran towards the stairs.

Going from the 6th floor to the 5th floor was simple.

Since we were originally bringing down the luggage, the 6th floor luggage had already been removed, so there was no one there.

The problem arose as I went from the 5th floor to the 4th floor.

“Hmm?”

In a moment of rest, I made eye contact with a thug smoking a cigarette near the emergency exit stairs.

“These bastards are trying to escape!”

I immediately rushed towards the thug.

“Go down now! The kids will be coming up from below! Just go straight down!”

I leaped to tackle him, clinging to his waist and pinning him against the wall.

I thought I had entered in a cool way, but the other person was used to street fights.

“You crazy bastard!”

He lifted me up and slammed me against the floor instead of putting me down.

“Ouch!”

Shocked at my own weakness from working out, I watched the broadcasters run away as I had instructed.

“Ow, it hurts so much!”

“Oh! I can’t even fight back!”

“Thank you, parents.”

I’m grateful to my wealthy parents. Thanks to them, I received one punch from the thug instead of two.

I grabbed the thug’s thigh as he tried to chase after the broadcasters.

The thugs who rushed out into the corridor were also struggling at the stairs with us, so the way was blocked and we couldn’t go down.

Eventually.

“Oh, just go!”

When you grow up, you have to separate from your parents.

Now, leaving the shadow of my parents, just as the thugs were about to cheer me on with their fists.

“Hey, mister.”

A man coming up the stairs.

A man with a stature that even the thugs couldn’t beat.

Taekwondo learned since childhood.

High school 2nd year, a young gangster who had been picking fights with the 3rd years since then.

It was Pyo Jin-ho.

“Ah, Jin-ho, sir!”

Could there be another time when Pyo Jin-ho was so delighted to see me?

He chuckled and pointed behind me, shouting.

“Go.”

“Damn, you’re so cool.”

I left Pyo Jin-ho behind and ran downstairs.

Passing by our friends.

“You have to pay dearly for this.”

An Hyun-ho, a notorious troublemaker since high school.

“I’m going to the military tomorrow. If this gets on the news, can I get a reward vacation or something?”

Kang Han-gang, going to the military tomorrow with Pyo Jin-ho.

“Woo-jin, don’t worry and take care of the ladies downstairs. I’ve called everyone I can.”

With unwavering confidence, Jung Chan-woo followed along.

“Our Chan-woo needs to be protected by his hyungs.”

And the bald man.

Huh?

‘The bald man?’

Seems like he’s worried that Chan-woo might get into trouble, so he came along.

Anyway.

“Ah, damn, you guys are so cool!”

I shouted my thanks to our guys, feeling proud that I had called them with at least some safety measures.

As we stepped outside the building, kids were already gathered, trembling.

Seeing me, they all rushed to hug me, relieved that I was safe.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

It felt like only about 30 seconds had passed since I came out.

But Hwang Sa-jang was following me, patting his shoulders.

“…What about our kids?”

“Did it seem easy enough to get beaten up by college kids?”

Oh.

Why can’t coolness last for at least 30 seconds?

As I watched the thugs coming down, I hoped our guys wouldn’t get hurt.

“Popo!”

The thick, sweaty voices of men in the distance.

Late at night.

All the men walking down the street in their school uniforms were heading towards us.

“Anonymous 300 here! We have rest, but no escape!”

“Anonymous 301 here! Popo, we love you, broadcast nickname Posa-jang!”

“Anonymous 302 here! Broadcast nickname Pororamin!”

Staring blankly at the school uniforms, Popo’s eyes turned red again.

‘So this is what Chan-woo was talking about.’

He said he had called everyone, and it seemed like he really did.

I hesitantly turned on the bamboo forest and showed Popo the post.

– Anonymous 321: Geon-gong-gwa students. Popo needs help. Please contact Geon-gong-gwa 2nd year Jung Chan-woo.

↳ Anonymous 301: I’m from Geon-gong-gwa. I made a group chat.

↳ Anonymous 302: I’m from Geon-gong-gwa. Popo is broadcasting today, but I was worried because I didn’t turn it on.

↳ Anonymous 303: I’m from Geon-gong-gwa. Chan-woo, what’s going on?

If it was Anonymous 321, it was Chan-woo.

Looking at the time the post was made, it was before he took care of the thugs at the entrance.

Seems like he was worried because he couldn’t contact him, so he called like this.

‘Ah, thank goodness.’

Hearing the sirens, I saw that the police were coming too.

I thought it was all over, but…

“Hah, cute kids.”

Now, whether he was going to go all out, Hwang Sa-jang chuckled and approached us.

“You bastards. Do you think I’ll just stand by? Did Kim Woo-jin mess with his parents’ trust?”

“…He did trust his parents.”

Nodding in agreement, Hwang Sa-jang seemed even angrier and approached with heavy steps.

“But he didn’t just trust his parents.”

Thud.

Someone blocked the way between me and Hwang Sa-jang.

A person with a white cap, hair tied back sharply.

A trademark-like baseball bat slung over the shoulder, showing the marks of time.

“Hoo.”

Spitting out the cigarette in his mouth, Ju-hee senior blocked Hwang Sa-jang’s path.

“Pretty boy.”

“Yes, sir!”

Did I really only call the kids when I was fighting with the thugs?

The Last Stand.

Our leader showed his back, and said one word.

“Pick up the bat, I’m a bit busy, sis.”

“Yes! Of course, sis! I’ll pick it up!”

The moment Junghui sunbae picked up the discarded bat.

Junghui sunbae’s baseball bat struck Hwang Sajang’s abdomen directly.

“Oof!”

Hwang Sajang’s body bent like a bow.

Even as the men rushed in, his pupils, which had not flinched, trembled as he glared at Junghui sunbae.

However, Junghui sunbae showed no mercy in her swing.

Thwack!

Another swing struck his hardened back.

With a crisp sound of impact, as Hwang Sajang’s body leaned forward, this time Junghui sunbae’s knee kick went straight into his face.

As his body was about to fall forward.

“Whoop!”

Once again, Junghui sunbae’s bat swiftly struck Hwang Sajang’s abdomen as he fell backward.

“Ugh!”

Hwang Sajang vomited.

Seeing this, Junghui sunbae looked down at Hwang Sajang with cold eyes and muttered.

“Why do these guys keep coming back even after being beaten.”

Ah, I shouldn’t mess around.

Honestly, I didn’t think I would win.

I just wanted to buy time until the police arrived.

“We love you, leader!”

As soon as I raised both hands to cheer for Junghui sunbae, she seemed surprised and looked at me with a start.

“S-Shut up.”

Perhaps embarrassed by her fierce appearance, her face turned slightly red.

‘Or is it because Hwang Sajang’s blood is making it red?’