My Polite Answer

"I've heard many stories about the mysterious (蒼の巨獣, Ao no Kyojū), or should I say (Axel the Ruthless, Аксель безжалостный " Gun remarked with a brief pause, his gaze returning to Harry. "I would have liked to verify those rumors by myself, but today, I'm here to deliver a message from my employer."

Harry watched Gun closely as he excused himself and took a seat. Gun's body language exuded confidence, leaning forward as he began to speak. 

His voice was laced with cockiness and conviction as he began, "Mr. Chairman is thoroughly impressed with your achievements." His eyes looked into Harry's, radiating a fixed intention. "He doesn't want the Nobles as foes; he'd much prefer them as allies. He wants the Nobles to join his cause."

Harry, maintaining his usual composed demeanor, inquired, "And why should we consider aligning ourselves with your mysterious employer?" 

Gun's posture exuded assurance as he leaned back, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his face. "Because he's not one to make polite requests." His gaze remained locked onto Harry's, conveying the gravity of the situation. "Going against him typically leads to disastrous consequences for the opposing party. Even if you were to decline the offer, there are other corporate giants on our side and you see..... They have a knack for making people cooperate one way or another."

He continued, his body language suggesting a sense of urgency, "In my opinion, it's a proposition worth considering." His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, emphasizing his points. "It's not just financially advantageous; it can also bring economic benefits." His eyes subtly scanned the room, and tried to threaten in a factual tone "Besides, it's not wise to have a shadowy, intimidating group lurking in the background, especially when it comes to your friends and family. Wouldn't you agree?"

I know what he is trying to do! , Gun is not someone who makes unnecessary talks, but when you fight some near-death battles you will automatically get an instinct.... an instinct of a predator to measure its opponent, so he knows Harry is strong ,but not how strong

He is trying to spark a fight! He wants to see the real monster in front of him not the illusion of the genius icon of the business world created by the international media

But you know what..... It's funny! FUNNY as hell! HAHAHAHA!

Let me explain why it is funny, Gun is strong I agree, but not the strongest. For a 19-year-old he is Hella strong.....but the guy in front of him is a monster on another level, for your better understanding he is the John Wick of lookism 'He Is a Man of Focus, Commitment, and Sheer FUC#ING Will! '

He is Harry Nam [ code name: A01], the sole survivor of the military project 'Team A'

A rare breed of both muscles and brain

Things got tense when Gun brought up the word "family." I could hear Harry's heart beat faster on mentioning that word, But I definitely didn't want him to start a fight with Gun for now.

See, Gun was a big deal in Lookism, and if he disappeared 'Suddenly", his little kitty gang would come after me and this story would be finished in the next 5 chapters, obviously me soloing the verse alone.

So, it was time for me to step in.

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"haha..ha.. I'm sorry but it's little funny " I decided to intervene as I have decided to relay a message to his employer myself, The chairman of HNH group Charles Choi

''So he want me to join him or what? make his goons like you come for me , hahah..and what is he expecting me to do? Run? hahaha...hah''

''HAHAHAHAH…"  I started to slowly walk towards gun

"But.."

"What if I didn't run.... "

"what if I'm not a COWARD!"I took my glasses off meeting his eyes with mine

"WHAT IF WANT THEM TO KILL ME!"

"WHAT IF I WANT THEM TO TRY!"

My usual face was replaced by a devils face now, Who had spent his life in the hands of war, bathed in the blood of his enemies.

I felt my bloodlust rise, causing those who were not as strong as me to start sweating and trembling. I could see it in Gun's eyes, fear... fear of encountering someone he couldn't figure out.

But unlike others, he was grinning widely, his adrenaline pumping as he stood up from his seat.

Seeing his cocky expression I'm itching...itching to tear that face apart, make him feel how insignificant is his puny life is to me....how weaker is he to me! and laugh in his face after beating him enough to see me in his nightmares.

My temper was slipping, and I was ready to beat the shit out of the two infront of me!, more like a one sided thrashing, against them. I wanted to shatter his arrogance, his pride, his reputation and his cockiness.

"AXEL, COOL DOWN!" It was only then that I noticed Hwan and everyone else in the room, their faces drenched in sweat.

Even Goo, with a serious expression, was holding his katana cautiously. I decided to let go of my thoughts about confronting Gun.

I understood that this wouldn't be the last time our paths would cross.

I put my glasses back on and walked toward the window, my wide shoulders turned away from him. 

I responded with my arrogance "Tell him to take his worthless offer and shove it where the sun don't shine."

"I've seen many youngsters like you, full of vigor, or even more so."

"Sadly, they're often the ones who die first" Gun remarked as he prepared to leave.

"Everybody kicks the bucket someday ugly face!, whether they're packing power or not. So, maybe start thinking about what you're gonna achieve while you're still breathing" I shot back before he made his exit.

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Goo's POV:

Driving away from that place, Gun and I couldn't help but sit in silent for a moment thinking about the teenager we had just encountered.

"What the heck was that all about?" I had heard the rumors, so I knew he wasn't your typical delinquent, but something just felt off.

He was staring at me like I was some lower life form, I felt inferior for the first time in my life, I felt week infront of him.

Unknowingly, a sense of danger creeped over me looking at his eyes, and I even instinctively drew my sword. It was as if my life was in  danger and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in some real shit this time.

and those guys around him weren't normal either. Their backgrounds and details were so well-hidden and forged that not even Kouji could dig up anything beyond what was on online.

"Did you notice those eyes, Gun?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix surge of emotions " "those eyes... they were far creepier than yours!."

Gun nodded thoughtfully, his hands firmly on the steering wheel. But for the first time, I saw something I never thought I would see in my life.

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When we find ourselves in a situation of perceived threat or impending danger, our bodies have a remarkable way of responding, often before our conscious minds fully register the threat. One such response is the subtle yet noticeable moisture that gathers on our inner palms.

As the brain processes the potential threat, it sends signals to the body's sympathetic nervous system, preparing it for a "fight or flight" response. Part of this preparation involves an increase in the production of sweat.

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As I kept my eyes on him, it was clear he was sweating a ton, and his hands were shaking like crazy, with sweat dripping onto the steering wheel. But what really caught my attention was his strange smile. It was huge, stretching his face so much that his veins popped out like a goblin.

It even made his scars look more ugly than it already was! It was a smile that was completely out of place given the situation.

"HAHAHAHAHA! You're absolutely right! Those eyes!, they were glowing bright blue in the midst of pure darkness. There's no doubt about it: he's not some run-of-the-mill brat who lucked out once in his life on this journey. He's a whole different league, not some nerdy brat like that punk in the Workers."

"He's a whole different breed, like a wild animal! It's crystal clear: he's not your everyday guy. He's an anomaly, a real fucker who can screw over that bastard over and his entire life!"

He seemed just as fucking excited as I was! "But based on what he was saying, I don't think he'd want to get involved in this"

"It's not about whether he wants to be involved or not. If he wants to do business here, he's going to have to get his hands dirty in this game at some point. It's just a matter of 'When?' "