Chapter 21: Like Father, Like Son
POV Suho
"Damn kid!!!" The man whose knee I had smashed with my crowbar tried to grab something from his clothes, but I silenced him with another blow to the jaw.
A weapon flew not far from him.
"It's really hard to get a revolver in Korea. I can guess you're not just ordinary kidnappers," I said, casually picking up the gun the man on the ground had dropped.
"Drop that, kid. You'll hurt yourself!" The remaining men in the warehouse watched me nervously.
"Hurt myself? You mean hurt you!" I pointed the gun at them and shot at the legs of the men still standing.
Some dodged, but most got hit and began groaning in pain.
It had been years since I last used a gun, back during my time in America. I really needed to convince Jincheol to teach me.
The only issue is that guy keeps trying to recruit me. The idea of joining the military isn't bad, but it's way too early for me.
"The kid knows how to use a revolver!" warned one of the criminals who managed to avoid my shots.
*Click.*
"Crap, I'm out of bullets." I tossed the revolver aside, even though I was tempted to take it with me.
Incorporating a Gun into my fighting style would be too complicated. Manager Kim had managed to do it after several years of experience, but also thanks to the characteristics of CQC itself.
For now, I preferred to wait for lessons from Manager Kim or Jincheol Park.
"Get him! He's out of ammo!"
After tossing the weapon, I rushed toward where the criminals were hiding.
The first one ended up with his head turned into a golf ball under my crowbar.
"You bastard…" The second took my crowbar to the face after I threw it at him.
A violet glow appeared behind me. Instinctively, I leaned forward and used my belt to catch the idiot trying to stab me with a knife.
Surprised by the sudden force on his leg, he lost balance and crashed to the ground, hitting his head hard before I finished him off with a kick.
The fight didn't last long, and I didn't even need to use my usual martial arts. Wang Hao's strange style was enough.
"Now that it's over here, it's time to free you." I headed toward the two captive women.
"Aren't you supposed to be a taekwondo pro? What's with that way of fighting?!" Yeong Shin blurted while rubbing her arms after I untied her.
"Competitions and death matches are two different things," I replied simply without elaborating.
"Thank you." Dayun bowed to express her gratitude once freed.
I couldn't help but pat her head.
"You're welcome. You're my friend's sister, so consider me a close ally," I said with a smile.
As I prepared to leave the scene, Ijin finally arrived.
"Ijin!" Dayun rushed into his arms, bursting into tears and mumbling everything she had just been through.
She had held up well until now, but the events had clearly shaken her. Poor girl…
"Oh, I forgot… Try not to let this spread around. My legal guardian won't like it if the future taekwondo legend is seen fighting in the streets."
After explaining the situation to Ijin, who nodded to show he understood, I left the place.
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Narrator POV (Location: SW Group)
"It seems Yeong Shin managed to make it out," said a man in a suit.
"Hmm…" A woman in elegant attire simply nodded, but her dissatisfaction with the news was evident.
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"Do you know who saved her?" she asked while reviewing the report. She had discovered that her cousin's savior wasn't her bodyguard, Seokju Go, but an outsider, according to the details.
"We conducted our investigation… but…" The man hesitated to continue.
"But what?" Shin Jiyeh frowned at her subordinate's hesitation.
"The young man who saved Miss Shin is associated with individuals the president does not wish to… upset. He has forbidden any investigation into him, just as he did with the high schooler named Yu Ijin," the man finally explained.
"I see. But you must still conduct your investigation in secret," she finally said after some thought.
'If Grandfather is this protective over someone, then they must be exceptional,' Shin Jiyeh concluded mentally.
She hadn't been able to secure Seokju Go's talent, so she decided to make up for it by looking elsewhere.
After all, the president couldn't monitor everything, and it would be beneficial if a talented individual joined the company.
"Understood. I will investigate discreetly."
SW Group wasn't the only force in Seoul to take note of Suho's strength and absurdity. Information traveled quickly in high society, especially in its shadows.
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Narrator POV (Location: Unkown )
One man, in particular, couldn't help but smile when he learned about his biological son's progress. He couldn't resist taking a look at the offspring he had met by chance.
"I hope you'll make me as proud as Suho. Hahaha!"
Tom Lee couldn't stop laughing as he recalled the information he had received about his son.
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'Even without me, he's following in my footsteps to reclaim my title as the Fighting Prodigy.' This thought made him even more cheerful.
As Tom Lee already pondered how he could boast to Gapryong and Baekho Kwon about his son, whom he considered better than theirs...
Young Eli Jang didn't really understand why "Mr. Carpenter" was so happy, but he hoped it would lighten his chores for the day.
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POV Suho Kang
What an explosive weekend… I didn't get to rest properly.
The only good thing is that my version of Telegram, aka Telegramm, is officially functional.
So, I can already deploy it for the Ghost Squad members.
"Unfortunately, I can't wait for Telegramm to gain popularity."
Hence my current situation: I skipped school today and am standing in front of a sports betting center.
"Damn Heejin, she took at least 10% of what I had left after my huge investment in The Cheonung Trading Company "
I sighed before stepping inside.
Because of my age, I couldn't play online, and the ID card I used to enter adult-only establishments was obviously fake.
You have to understand that gambling is strictly regulated by the South Korean government. That's why I preferred to use my Eyes of Misfortune for trading and some small lotteries.
Once inside, I didn't waste much time and started using my Eyes to identify which bets wouldn't bring me any misfortune.
"You new here, kid?"
As I went through a long betting process, a familiar man sat next to me.
"Yeah."
I answered briefly before focusing back on my Eyes.
The man surely realized I wasn't interested in chatting, so he minded his own business.
As I finished up, I noticed a group of individuals speaking to the man in a rather… unfriendly manner.
I wasn't interested in getting involved in something that didn't concern me, but when I heard the name "Gunner" from one of them, I immediately understood why this guy seemed both familiar and unpleasant.
'… A damn protagonist of pornhwa !!' I screamed internally.
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