Someone stepped in front of me, drenched in seawater and soaking wet. The man snapped his fingers, making a bone-crunching sound.

"Hey, bastard, I can see you rolling your eyes under your eyelids. When you wake up, snap out of it..."

This time, something hit my face. Judging by the speed and airflow, it looked like a fist. I sat still, closing my eyes and just wiggling my toes.

"You have to open your eyes!"

Boom! A fist as light as cotton touched my cheek. One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Arrghhhh!"

The scream came from somewhere other than my mouth, and I slowly opened my eyes. The skinhead who'd hit me was pacing, clutching his swollen fist. The faint light bounced off his closely shaved head, making it glow like a dizzying psychedelic glow.

"My, my hand!"

The men around him booed as he stomped around like the soles of his feet were on fire.

"Hey, motherfucker, get a grip!"

"Why are you punching him in the face and saying that?"

"Oh, it's not real!"

The skinhead with the clenched fist yelled, and one of the men in the crowd laughed out loud.

"If you're lying, we'll beat you up. Let's see."

"It's true! Ah..."

"...Huh?"

The face of the person who checked the fist became slightly stiff. Soon, he scratched his head and said while looking back and forth at his hands with a puzzled face.

"I think he really broke his bone."

"What?"

"No, he hit him in the face. How did his bone break with just one punch?"

"Come to think of it, I hit him on the head with a piece of wood earlier, but the wood was broken."

"What is it, stoned? Is stoned a skill?"

People gathered around me with a roar. This situation was embarrassing. The first time a sloppy person hit me...

At that time, a guy with a mustache grabbed my wet hair and I tilted my head. I was wet, but my face was so clean that people wouldn't believe I had been beaten. The mustache guy, who examined my face carefully, smiled bitterly.
 

"Ha, you punk. You came right in. You must have something to believe in?"

"....."

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm not going to crush your pretty little face. See, motherfucker, no matter how busy we are, we're still faster than a tool on a drum. I've got time to throw one of you in the ocean, nigga."

"....."

"Shut your mouth until the end.... Ha, motherfucker. You can't fucking act."

I don't know what else to say, but the words "you can't act" hit my ego. As J and EZ, the center of attention in the Korean hunter scene, I had overcome countless adversities and hardships with my acting skills. Of course, my poker face helped.

What do you mean I can't act? My fingers, which were tied behind my back, flinched a little at the unfairness. The mustachioed man raised his hand.

"Yeah, it makes you want to talk. Hey, hold your tools, he seems to have some kind of strange ability."

"Yes, Hyung!"

A group of ragged men with baseball bats, pumpkins, and the like approached, craning their necks and arms. The mustachioed man stepped back and grinned viciously.

"This is going to hurt a little."

The big man at the head of the pack twitched the corner of his mouth and stepped closer, and then-

Bam!

The sound of snapping bones was crisp and clear. The man stood still, eyes wide and rigid, then leaned forward, grabbed my shin, and began to roll over.

"Argh! Argh!"

"Fuck, what's that?"

"Aaah, why is this idiot leaving his extension out and hitting me with his legs?"

"That's weird! Hit him with an extension!"

"That's what I said, you idiot!"

"B, bastard!"

The big man closed his eyes tightly and hit the little head with a nailed bat.

Whoo! The muffled sound was quite loud, but the head was not broken again this time. The bat was shaking with a broken middle part! The person who was actually hit was fine except for a slight tilt to his head.

Is he really a rock?

A kick breaks a person's toe, and a fist breaks a hand bone. A tool is broken when it is hit with a chair, hammer, baseball bat, or wood. If you put all the injuries on one side, you get a football team. Meanwhile, the kidnappers had noticed something strange. Backed up against the wall, they lowered their voices and began whispering to each other.

"Fuck, does this make sense? Why do you think the one who hits hurts more than the one who gets hit?"

"I know. What's this? Potions are so expensive these days, but I think I'll spend it all."

"Ugh, it hurts so much."

"Gosh, hang in there, man."

"Even though your bones are dislocated?"

"It's broken, urgh."

"Oh, go over there and lie down!"

"No, you said it was D grade. Fuck, you confused A-rank with D-rank. Why should a B-rank's wrist break when B-rank hits a D-rank? Is that how physics works?"

"This is the collapse of hunter society, man."

Of course, I heard it all. Listening to conversations about the collapse of society while beating people up was disturbing.

Those bastards... why are they so weak?

The kidnappers were weaker than I expected. Even when I tried to dig up information while matching the rhythm, there was no answer because the other person made mistakes. How could such weak people smuggle drugs? Isn't it worth getting kidnapped and covered in seawater?

The mustachioed guy in the back was annoyed.

"Hey, you punk, shouldn't you finish your work quickly and leave before dawn? You can't even handle a D-rank, you jerk!"

Before dawn, the words stirred my body.

I have a duty to serve Haejang-guk to the zombies who come early in the morning. I wasted a lot of time catching these guys, and they can't threaten me, harass me, or give me any information.

What the hell are they all doing?

I got a little annoyed that I had to sit still and watch them tap dance on their broken leg without getting any information.

Finally, I muttered what sounded like a sigh.
 

"Guys, this is not going to work."

The kidnapping victim said what the leader of the kidnappers would have said. The kidnappers leaned against the wall and whispered.

"Why is he saying that?"

"I thought you said it."

"I don't know, I'm a little scared now."

"I was trying to be as impartial as possible, but you guys are so out of line."

Regardless, I stretched my arms, which were tied to a steel chair with a zip tie, vigorously upward. Snap! The cable ties, which had been tied together several times, broke at once. The bound leg was also lifted and cut off.

In an instant, the faces of the kidnappers, who had lost dozens of zip ties, were stained with consternation. I rose from my steel chair and brushed my wet hair. And after folding a chair in half, which was familiar to me even as I continued to sit after being kidnapped,

and hurled it at the mustache guy!

Boom!

"Keuk."

As expected, I thought I should have dreamed of being a baseball player.

Inevitably, the mustache guy, who had been hit in the face with an iron chair, had his eyes upside down and bent. Blood dripped from his fluttering nose.

I ran my hand over my slightly disheveled wet hair once more and walked over to the men tied to the wall. A murderous aura that seemed to be about to be decapitated poured into the kidnappers. The black eyes flashed fiercely.

"Hurry up and come at once, you bastards."

A small number of elite guilds, Pado Battle Support Team 1 is a department that supports the battle team just by looking at its name.

However, the situation was quite different. The Battle Support Team 1 was a kind of special team that normally did leadership work, but when Lee Sa-young's orders were given, they would carry out those orders first and foremost.

At that time, there were only two ranked hunters in the Pado Guild's Combat Support Team 1.

The first, ranked 34th, is 'Very Small Miracle', a master of stealth and infiltration, information gathering, and manipulation.

Second, 50th in the ranking, a young man called "Moon Opener" is the best in "Romantic Opener".

Best, Hunter named Romantic Opener. He was on a very important secret mission on behalf of Seo Min-ki, who was on a business trip abroad, so he watched the part-timer at Haejang-guk House and reported every move to Lee Sa-young!

A part-timer at a Haejang-guk house, Lee Sa-young's favorite target, would go to Incheon harbor every morning to see what secret mission he had received from Lee Sa-young. Choi Gyodo gave up sleeping early in the morning and had to go to Incheon Port every morning.

He used his cell phone camera, which could zoom 10,000 times, to take pictures from a distance and report back to Sa-young. It was a tip from Min-ki. The part-timers at Gaejang-guk have a strong sense of smell, so if you get too close, they'll catch you.

After taking and sending a picture of an ant-sized part-timer, he put on his wireless earphones and watched a YouTube video. Then, out of the blue, he received a text message from the Guild Leader!

Guild Leader: Target Status

He chuckled and zoomed in on his phone's camera to see the top of the container where the part-time worker was.

Shit, where did he go?

Seeing the empty roof, Choi Gyodo's mind went white. He took a quick step, trying to stay as stealthy as possible, and headed towards the area around the container where his target was sitting. Luckily, it was early in the morning when the port was asleep, so he didn't meet anyone.

And now he clung to the wall of the container opposite like a cicada. He pressed his ears to the container and concentrated on the sounds coming from inside.

Puck, puck, puck, puck... The regular sound of something being hit. He heard the dull thud of flesh, the sound of something flying away, and there were also those breathless screams and groans,

At this point, Choi Gyodo began to panic. He wondered where the target was, and he must have been caught watching and dragged in! It was obvious that these unsorted scum were beating up the newly awakened D-class hunter.

Let's go, this is the best! It's time to show the best final dance of my 20 years of life. The climax was the A-rank Awakener's tremendous stranglehold, kicking and punching through the steel door, and nimbly stepping through the open door to enter the container. Then he yelled, balanced in a great pose.

"Hey, you coward! Stop beating the weak!"

This is what Choi Gyodo imagined.

This is what Choi Yo-yo imagined.

A part-timer in a Haejang-guk house who is being watched lies down, and bad gang members surround the part-timer and beat him. Usually, it's something you can easily imagine when a kidnapping takes place. After kicking out the gang members, he nicely rescues the part-timer.

His proud fantasy is crowned by the offer of a raise from an impressed Lee Sa-young.

However, the inside of the container looks a bit different than he imagined. Best of all, he locked eyes with a man flying next to him who had been hit so hard that his face was swollen like a steamed bun. For a moment, the world rolled in slow motion.

"...Ah?"

The scene in front of him...

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

Snap! The steamed bun flew out of the door with a loud crack, rolling and rolling, stopping only when it hit another container. His mouth fell open at the sight, and he turned his attention back to the inside of the container.

Someone... something... was hitting something.

"...Is that right?

The part-timer from Haejang-guk House was hitting the kidnappers.

Very hard.

 

 

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