He squeezed his eyes shut at the cruel sight before him.
And screamed.
Duram No. 1—!!
Of course, only in his heart.
"Director Ryu has arrived!"
Ji Cheol-ju came running out in his socks and bowed at a perfect 110-degree angle, folding in half like a flip phone.
After quickly grasping the situation, he clenched his teeth.
That psycho again…
The only son of Jaewoong Construction, who caused accidents almost daily.
But he couldn't dare complain.
As long as Jaewoong Construction existed—and as long as Ryu Seung-gwon was willing to grant any favor if you stroked his ego—this kind of nonsense was unavoidable.
Hiding his expression, Ji Cheol-ju hurried over and opened the driver's door.
"Oh, Director Ryu! What on earth happened here? Your car is badly damaged!"
"Manager Ji. Didn't I tell you not to let anyone park here? This is my spot."
"I'm so sorry! I didn't think you'd be coming today!"
"Whether I come or not, don't let anyone park here. Next time, I'll just plow through everything like today."
"Yes, sir! I'll remember! Please, come inside!"
He escorted the furious Ryu Seung-gwon toward the real estate office.
Yu Jin-hyeok was nearby, having just finished a contract, but pretended not to see anything.
Thank goodness.
That psycho showed up only after the payment was done.
Otherwise, he would've ruined everything.
"Hey! Is that motorcycle yours?"
"Yes."
"I crushed it because it was in my spot. Take it as your fault. Send me your account number. I'll wire you money. Buy a new one or fix it."
Jin-hyeok briefly wondered if he should slap the guy.
Then decided to hold back.
For now.
He quickly sent his account number.
If it's under 100 million, two slaps.
Under 200 million, one slap.
Ding.
He checked the alert.
400 million won.
No slaps, then.
This guy was more generous than expected.
"Enough? Good. Then we're done. Manager Ji! Get everything set up! We're drinking all night!"
"Yes, sir! I'll contact everyone!"
A crowd poured inside.
Jin-hyeok walked over with Oh Jae-gap to where Duram No. 1 lay, crumpled like a pancake.
Just moments ago, it had been running perfectly.
Now it was scrap metal.
His heart ached.
Duram No. 1—!!
He screamed internally again.
Seeing his face, Oh Jae-gap patted his arm.
"It went to a better place."
Jin-hyeok clasped his hands and gave his bike a farewell.
Then he turned to Oh Jae-gap.
"What should I do? I was going to give you a ride."
"No way. I wasn't planning to ride again anyway."
Oh Jae-gap waved frantically.
He had passed out twice today.
Never again.
"I'll call a taxi."
A cab arrived quickly.
Oh Jae-gap got in and rolled down the window.
"I'm heading out."
"Thanks for introducing me to the real estate office."
Jin-hyeok hesitated.
You introduced me to scammers, though…
"Well, see you around."
"Yes. See you at the association."
He waved until the taxi disappeared.
Then—
"Kanchō."
"Yodel Ranger Captain Kanchō reporting—! Gyuram No. 1—!!"
It was Duram, not Gyuram, but close enough.
Jin-hyeok put a hand on Kanchō's head as he screamed.
"It went to a good place."
"It got pancaked, sir…"
"It did get pretty flat. Kanchō, shouldn't we avenge it?"
"Absolutely, sir! An eye for a nose, an ear for a tooth! We must repay them equally!"
Kanchō pointed at a nearby sports car.
"That's the guy who turned Duram No. 1 into a pancake. Follow him."
"Should I blow it up? One second is enough!"
"No."
Jin-hyeok narrowed his eyes.
The sports car's front was already smashed.
But Duram No. 1 had been completely flattened without even scratching it.
Destroying just that wouldn't be enough.
"That's just a bonus. We'll send one more to accompany Duram No. 1."
"Agreed, sir!"
"Then work hard."
"Easy mission, sir! Like eating cold pizza!"
Kanchō activated stealth and scurried onto the passenger seat.
I should tell him someday not to leave the roof open. It's a scary world.
Jin-hyeok pulled out his phone and searched a name.
Ryu Seung-gwon
They had met briefly.
But it was enough time to notice the tattoo starting from his neck.
A familiar name on underground forums.
Most posts described him the same way:
"Born with a silver spoon, total trash thug."
He's worse than that.
Jin-hyeok looked at his crushed bike.
This wasn't normal recklessness.
He scrolled through Ryu's past actions and SNS.
It didn't take long to figure him out.
Full of bravado.
Obsessed with appearances.
Hundreds of videos showing off.
Basically, a walking ego monster.
Perfect.
He stared at the real estate office and smiled.
If he was going to retaliate, he'd crush that ego too.
Kanchō wiggled his ears in the distance.
Jin-hyeok waved and turned away.
As Kanchō said—
An eye for… no, an eye for an eye.
What about the money?
That was just emotional compensation.
His precious ride was gone.
Four hundred million wasn't nearly enough.
No need to drag this out.
He'd settle it tonight.
Hongdae at night was chaos.
Voices and music mixed into a roaring storm.
People packed the streets.
Jin-hyeok pulled his cap low and wore a mask.
In a quiet alley, he'd look suspicious.
Here, he blended in.
He dodged through the crowd.
Kanchō ran ahead under stealth, occasionally glancing back.
"Best hunting bar in Hongdae! Hot night guaranteed!"
"Too early? Not at all! We're already on fire!"
The promoter's energy was insane.
Inside, people were drinking and flirting.
Everyone was dressed to impress.
Serious hunters.
Jin-hyeok swallowed.
Just watching drained him.
As a homebody, this place was overwhelming.
Let's just pass through.
"Hey! Black cap guy—!"
A man named Im Geum-dong noticed him.
His instincts screamed.
If he caught that guy, tonight's quality would skyrocket.
Sharp eyebrows. Perfect eyes. High nose.
Even with a mask, his looks leaked out.
"Bro! Come in! Free drinks!"
No response.
"Two bottles each! Free!"
Still nothing.
Im Geum-dong reached out.
But Jin-hyeok dodged with minimal movement.
Again.
And again.
What…?
Im Geum-dong was an awakened Tailor.
Fast hands were his specialty.
No one escaped his grab.
Yet this man avoided everything.
I, Im Geum-dong, never give up.
He rushed ahead to block him.
But after dodging someone and turning—
He froze.
"Where… did he go?"
Gone.
Like a ghost.
Fourteen years of experience.
First failure.
Meanwhile, Jin-hyeok turned into an alley.
"That scared me…"
That grab had been sharp.
Almost got dragged into soul-draining hell.
He looked at his arm.
A translucent aura covered his body.
A thin membrane.
The unique trait "Battle Aura" from Renya's Blank Card.
He could now sense movements clearly.
Even without turning around, he'd seen the hand's shape.
It was brief.
But in real combat, that moment could decide everything.
"Let's go."
He followed Kanchō through winding alleys.
Then—
A massive club appeared.
Even this early, lines were long.
"There, sir!"
Kanchō pointed.
Not the old sports car.
A Rolls-Royce.
Obviously more expensive.
"So soft and comfy, sir! Even speed bumps felt gentle!"
Kanchō was impressed.
Jin-hyeok patted his head and looked around.
Too many eyes.
Normally, he'd avoid this.
But this was Duram No. 1's revenge.
Ryu Seung-gwon deserved something big.
He pulled out a steel bat made of Genex alloy.
And stepped out of the alley.
Time to smash.
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