Accusation of Murder (1)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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Young Mirae tilted her head down forward, focusing on opening the extra-large sized plastic bag in hand. She inserted the dead body's head first, before proceeding to go all the way to his heels.

The rustling noises filled the comfort room while she wrapped the entire body, which now dressed in a plastic bag. She secured him with transparent tape and covered him with it.

"What are you doing, woman? I'm going to take a leak."

A brash tone rang near her ears and she immediately halted from consuming the tape before it ran low. Young Mirae could not believe she just heard someone speak. After all, it was only she and the corpse inside the comfort room.

'Did the dead body just talk?'

Impossible. There was no way the dead could talk given that she could not contact her real grandfather and the fake one mysteriously appeared out of blue. Or was this person still alive?

That was a thing she wanted to find out.

"Then pee. Why do you need to tell me?" Young Mirae retorted.

"I want you to get out."

"Don't mind me. I'm just wrapping you up. You can pee since you're already inside the cubicle."

"What the fuck are you saying? You are the one inside the cubicle. Get the fuck out, woman."

"Just pee, darn it. I won't be able to see your tiny dick anyway 'cause you are all covered," she rebutted. Couldn't this dead pee by himself? "What? Do you want me to hold your little junior and help you take a fucking leak? What are you, a child?"

At that time, a thin blow slapped her eardrums, which notably wrecked her left ear with the deafening whistle. A second before her wide eyes shifted to the side, she witnessed the bullet fly next to her face. To her body's reflexes, she pushed herself away and collided with the wall of the cubicle.

Young Mirae placed a hand on her left ear, thanking that it wasn't bleeding. It may be because the shot particularly pointed near to her ear to destroy her eardrums permanently.

Who was it?

Someone just shot her from behind, and she could barely notice the killing intent!

With the desire to match the unforeseen event, Young Mirae attempted to disarm the person, yet she failed. The second she thought of the idea, a kick shoved her directly to the toilet seat.

Head pressed on the toilet rim and her body was on top of the wrapped dead, only left to make use of were her legs.

No hesitations, simply the compelling will to beat the stranger's ass, she launched a kick straight on his stomach and he withdrew. He crushed onto the faucet, but his hand was still holding the handgun.

"Woah, what the hell is wrong with you?" Young Mirae bolted. She fixed her position inside the cubicle. Young Mirae stood and settled her defense while the covered dead body was looking cramped between her ankles.

"I should be the one asking you that," he replied.

Impatient to wait for her answer, the fella lifted his hand that was holding a gun to fix his aim in her direction. But before he could do so, Young Mirae successfully disarmed him in her second attempt.

She twisted her waist, threw an arched kick straight to his wrist. In the coordinated moment, a sting panged all over her side, creeping to her lower chest as she landed her kick.

What was with her today? Young Mirae felt as though she became the weak version of herself. The physical pain she was experiencing was dwelling with the agony in her heart.

Young Mirae lifted her chin, placed a hand on her hip, and blew a muffled groan after the handgun rolled out of the entrance. The stung must be because of the bruises on her body.

Tsk, so it went. The nap earlier before she worked in the bar did not work to ease the tension of her muscles.

"Hey, now. Let's sort this out—" In her attempt to discuss the unknown sprout of his fury, the fella turned a deaf ear and charged a punch heading her way.

What was the matter with this person?! He just appeared out of nowhere, had the nerve to shoot and blast her head while she was talking with the dead! Urgh, how worse would her midnight be?

As the blow moving ahead advanced in slow motion, Young Mirae readily shifted the opposite direction and dodged his fist. However, she could not perceive the nasty attack coming. The throw of the elbow from the charged arm blew her away.

The strike hit her hard. She could barely believe she was late to notice it. She thought a bruise would appear the moment after it collided to the side of her face.

'He didn't even hold back!'

"Is what a spoiled brat would say," a familiar voice entered her mind.

What another nasty move! Her mind pulled the irony card that made her remember the times she trained with Bo Kyung while her grandfather was watching.

"There is no such thing as gentle punches in a fight, you bratty kid! Launch a strike as if it's your last!"

How upsetting that Bo Kyung was right. Even today, Young Mirae still acted like a spoiled child, and she hated it so much. So much that she wanted to start an appreciable difference.

By corresponding to his attack, she did not prevail and hurled a bash the second his launch punched her cheek.

Young Mirae scowled when she witnessed the fella block her bash. But without a pause, she threw yet another arched kick after shifting her body. She aimed directly at his head, yet he blocked it with his arm.

'Tough!'

But this time she was certain that her attack worked out. She expected the vigorous man would not be able to fight off the weight she added to her kick. Thus, just as planned, he fled and winged on the faucet.

The sounds of their raspy breaths and share of fists echoed in. But the break was abrupt when a gun left by one of the kidnappers who tried to dump the dead body was evidently sitting on the counter as though it was waiting.

Their minds both perceived the same thing. Nevertheless, with Young Mirae's presence, she had the avail realizing she was the first one to react.

Young Mirae hasted; she did not waste a second and released a kick that threw the man to the end of the comfort room.

"...Who are you?" he groaned.

"Why do you care?" she scoffed, "Who are 'you'? You're the one who just shot me!"

"How can you throw a punch, woman?" was his dodge to her inquest.

"Just because I'm a 'woman' I can't throw a punch, is that what you're saying?" Ridiculous. This man was ridiculous that Young Mirae could not help but chuckle. Did she just hear him crystal clear?

Bringing a hand on her right waist, she challenged, "What can you say about this 'woman' who just knocked your shit, 'man'?"

"You're fucking crazy," he hissed.

"Thanks, handsome. I'll take that as a compliment."

There was no need to announce the winner. It was clear that Young Mirae beat him in hand to hand combat. After a few seconds came, a loud call rang through the place. Someone just barged in and yelled from the entrance.

"Leader!"

The idiot stopped and briefly observed the situation. A moment later, he stuttered within his words. "S-She is, she is the woman who killed our asset!"

"What?" She bolted.