Chapter 3: I am the Son of Tom Lee

Suho Kang's POV

Many things have happened since my reincarnation, but the most important are the following.

First, I discovered shortly after my birth that my father is the infamously renowned combat genius alias Tom Lee.

Initially, I was worried about how I would be treated, as I know how he raised Eli Jang for a time, and I must say it was completely messed up.

Fortunately for me, or unfortunately, my irresponsible father dumped me in an orphanage.

Secondly, I had a childhood that could be considered excellent. I always got good grades and was always the best at everything I undertook.

Partly, this is thanks to my hard work and incredible martial talent, but it's also mostly due to the eyes of misfortune.

For example, if I took an exam that was too difficult and I hadn't studied enough, I could circle the right answer since it would be a misfortune for me to get the wrong one.

So we can say that I only study to avoid being an idiot.

In the end, I was able to skip grades and get to high school earlier than average, and I was also extremely sought after by prospective adoptive parents.

Unfortunately for them, I do not wish to have parents in this life, and I already had one anyway who was helping me in the shadows.

Yes, Tom Lee helps me in the shadows, and I have good reasons to think so.

The most important reason that made me think this way is that the orphanage director informed me that a mysterious benefactor had paid for my studies until the end of high school, so I didn't need to contribute to the orphanage except for some small chores.

Not only that, but he regularly deposited money into an account for my expenses, according to the director.

The last most important point since my reincarnation is my meeting with my taekwondo and kyokushin karate teacher, the infamously renowned Hansu Seong.

Although I have received numerous techniques from Suho Kang, I focused on three martial arts, and of course I trained in the rest too, but these three are my base.

They are ITF taekwondo, kyokushin karate, and jeet kune do or JKD.

The reason I focused on those is simple: I have easy access to excellent instructors in these martial arts in the PTJ-verse.

Hansu Seong is my karate and taekwondo master, and I'm gradually trying to convince him to introduce me to Manager Kim to further train my JKD.

Currently, I'm trying to find a master for kali arnis eskrima, but unfortunately, Hansu hasn't given me any names.

It seems he knows someone but is hesitant to introduce them.

I don't know if he doesn't want me to learn more martial arts or if he's worried about me. He has already mentioned several times that I'm obsessed with strength.

I can understand his point of view. If you trained a 12-year-old child for 4 years and he trained like an obsessed person, you'd be weird if you didn't worry about his mental health.

"Are you the one looking for 1103?" asked a red-haired boy.

His voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I remembered why I was here in the first place.

"Yes, I'm looking for a certain Hansol," I said, walking towards the group of individuals.

It was a gang of teenagers, the one who called out to me standing at their head. I could tell he works out but also that he's doping given the appearance of his muscles.

"How do you know that name?" the man questioned, clearly angered.

"That idiot is my cousin, and I want to reconnect with her," I said, standing in front of him.

I didn't lie. I had investigated my mother out of pure curiosity because I wanted to know what woman could have seduced Tom Lee.

I was disappointed. She had a completely messed up family situation with a perverse brother, and she was a prostitute, so in both my lives, I am literally "a son of a bitch."

Great news, but I recognized a family name in my maternal family tree.

It was Hansol's, a character from a manhwa called "The Girl from Random Chatting!" that I had abandoned because the protagonist was starting to annoy me.

I started investigating her by asking Hansu for some help, and I was able to trace her mother's address, but unfortunately, Hansol wasn't there.

So here I am, searching in the Haegye-dong district for the 1103 gang that should normally be led by my cousin's "benefactor" if I remember the plot correctly.

"Watch your language, you little shit," declared the muscular young man, trying to grab me, but I just stepped back slightly before kicking him straight in the jaw.

Although I'm currently 16 years old, I've never lost a fight since my reincarnation. Of course, I exclude Hansu Seong from my count.

Just to say that I'm extremely strong, and even in this attack, I had to strive to control my strength.

"Whoa, he got him in one hit," a girl murmured, not frightened but amazed.

From what I remember of this manhwa, the 1103 gang is a group of runaways like Hostel will be later, but unlike them who are only looking for a family, these ones commit all sorts of crimes like blackmail, extortion, harassment, and more.

In short, a bunch of scum, but I remember that some ended up there not by their own will but due to circumstances, like the girl who just spoke.

I don't clearly remember her name, but I think it might be Lyla Seo? Or was it Rira Seo? Whatever, I just came here to get my cousin.

"You, contact my cousin Hansol, tell her her cousin Suho Kang has come for her, and if she doesn't show up..."

I said no more, just cracked my knuckles to get the message across.

In this new world, I intend to apply the law of the strongest. I tried to live honestly and peacefully because of my father in my past life, but I died miserably and humiliated.

This time, I will live life to the fullest, and I also think God chose me because he knew I would take this path.

"Wait a minute, I'll try to contact Hansol," declared a young man next to the girl I assumed was Rira Seo.

...

I ended up waiting a few minutes in the alley. I had used the idiot who tried to attack me as an improvised chair when he regained consciousness.

"So you're the one looking for Hansol," declared a young man dressed in a black suit.

"Yes, but I don't believe I asked for so many people to be present," I said, looking around me.

There were several delinquents, some had metal bats, and I could see others holding knives while watching me.

"Indeed, you asked to see the new girl, but you see, I've become quite attached to her," explained the man at the head of the group.

I struggle with Korean names despite living with them for 16 years, and even though my memory is better than when I was a professor in my past life.

So I don't remember the name of the guy in front of me; I'll just call him PNG for now.

"Okay, Mr. PNG, I'm just going to beat you up and make you bring Hansol," I said, getting up from my improvised chair.