Novel Bin Chapter 94.2: You’re doing this because you want to die, right? (1)
Chapter 94.2: You’re doing this because you want to die, right? (1)
“Since you’re back now, I’ll do that. The National Intelligence Service is going to keep guarding them, right?”
“I wasn’t told that they were going to stop, so yes.”
Kang Chan hesitated for a moment, but he decided not to tell Kim Tae-Jin about what had happened to Kim Hyung-Jung. It was not the kind of topic that others could discuss without the person in question bringing it up.
“How should I pay you?” Kang Chan asked.
“If you’re going to say something like that, I’m never going to see you ever again.”
“Come on, don’t be like this!”
As Kim Tae-Jin frowned, an employee brought over tea.
“That aside, why hasn’t Kim Hyung-Jung contacted me? Has he contacted you, at least?” Kim Tae-Jin asked.
“He hasn’t.”
Kang Chan felt a prick in his conscience, but Kim Hyung-Jung actually hadn’t contacted him either.
He spent about thirty minutes with Kim Tae-Jin, then stood up from his seat.
“Tell Mr. Seok Kang-Ho to drop by sometime. Does he plan on not meeting up with me anymore?” Kim Tae-Jin said.
“Let’s eat together next time.”
“I look forward to it.”
“I’ll schedule it as soon as possible.”
Kang Chan left Yoo Bi-Corp’s office and took a taxi to Sinsa-dong. At the intersection in the Sinsa station, he looked at an eight-story steel-and-glass building to the right of the Hannam bridge.
“It must be that building,” Kang Chan told himself.
Kang Chan went into the specialty coffee shop right next to the building, bought an iced coffee, and sat down on the terrace.
Yoon Bong-Sup usually stayed on the fifth floor of that building in the morning, then went elsewhere after having lunch. From running a private loan company to placing foreign workers in different workplaces, he lived quite a busy life.
“Huh?”
Kang Chan’s eyes sparkled as he was lighting up a cigarette.
He saw Yoon Bong-Sup.
The man had a big build and hunched shoulders, but it was his slanted eyes, protruding cheekbones, and mean-looking lips that made Kang Chan certain he was Yoon Bong-Sup. If there was something different about him from the photo, it was the shade of his skin, which was dark enough for Kang Chan to wonder if he was Black.
Yoon Bong-Sup was going into the building where his office was located, accompanied by two Southeast Asians with fierce eyes.
Kang Chan put out his cigarette and got up immediately.
In any case, his fight was with Yang Jin-Woo. It would be reported to Cho Il-Kwon if Kang Chan messed with this fucker, which in turn would make Yang Jin-Woo act.
Kang Chan wasn’t thinking of beating up Yoon Bong-Sup without any evidence. He visited him to ensure they wouldn’t mess with Kang Dae-Kyung or Yoo Hye-Sook and to let them know that he was already watching Yang Jin-Woo.
Doing that usually caused the enemy to either hesitate and stop what they were doing or blatantly try to kill their target.
Kang Chan went into the building, pressed the button for the elevator, and waited for a moment. He then went up to the fifth floor.
The organization was called Gentleman Inc.
Kang Chan checked the nameplate on the left side of the office door. Afterward, he opened the tempered-glass door and went inside.
This was Kang Chan’s first time seeing an office with a sofa right in front of the door.
Three mean-looking guys sat there, glaring at Kang Chan.
“What brings you here?” asked the man at the desk on the left side of the sofa.
There were two desks in the room. Beside the desks sat a woman in her thirties. She looked as if she would never be successful.
“I’m here to meet Yoon Bong-Sup,” Kang Chan answered.
“Who are you? Where did you come from?” the man at the desk frowned. When he stood up, the three on the sofa also lumbered to their feet and checked to see if there was anyone else behind Kang Chan.
“I’m Kang Chan. Yoon Bong-Sup is inside, right?”
“Kang Chan?”
‘These fuckers know my name.’
The look on their faces showed they clearly recognized him.
As he looked around, he saw the door to a conference room on his left, and another door with a nameplate that said ‘President’s Office’ on the right.
“Yoon Bong-Sup is inside, right?” Kang Chan asked again.
For some reason, these people weren’t acting recklessly.
Kang Chan didn’t want to waste his time on these goons, so he immediately headed to the room on the right.
They knew his name thanks to Oh Gwang-Taek.
The ones in the office didn’t even stop Kang Chan. They just followed him with confused expressions.
Kang Chan opened the door, finding a sofa right in front of the door in this room as well. It was quite wide, and on its right side was a stately desk and a bookshelf.
Kang Chan’s gaze was attracted to the things on the table in front of the sofa.
They were photos of Yoo Hye-Sook. Among them was her walking from the entrance of the apartment with a plastic bag. There were also close-up photos of her face.
What…are those?
Yoon Bong-Sup looked down at the photo, then raised his eyes toward Kang Chan again. The two Southeast Asians sitting on the sofa on the other side of Yoon Bong-Sup were looking at Kang Chan and Yoon Bong-Sup with an expression that said they had no idea what was going on.
These fuckers dare?
Kang Chan had been barely holding himself back from killing them for attacking Kang Dae-Kyung, and now he found out that they were up to something else too.
“Fuck. No wonder I had a bad dream,” Kang Chan told himself.
There was no way that someone who knew Yoo Hye-Sook wouldn’t know Kang Chan.
Click.
Kang Chan closed the door.
Reading the room, the two Southeast Asians got up immediately.
“Sit down,” snapped Kang Chan.
However, they ignored his sharp tone.
Kang Chan smirked.
These two were in a room with Yoon Bong-Sup, looking at photos of Yoo Hye-Sook. They also had the guts to glare at him and ignore his orders.
Kang Chan immediately went to them.
The one closer to him flinched, while the other quickly took a step back. When Kang Chan slightly raised his right hand, the man reflexively raised his left arm.
Kang Chan grabbed his wrist and yanked it hard.
The man was clearly experienced. As Kang Chan pulled him forward, he used the momentum of the pull to throw a hard right at Kang Chan.
Bam!
Kang Chan deflected the man’s fist as if he was swatting a fly away, then twisted his left arm.
“Argh!”
The attack caused the man to bend over. As soon as he did, his face met Kang Chan’s left foot at full speed.
Crunch!
His head shot up, but since his left arm was still locked, it bounced back down.
Crunch!
When Kang Chan kicked him in the faceagain, blood mercilessly spattered on the table, the floor, and Yoon Bong-Sup’s face and chest.
Crash!
He fell down, face-planting on the sofa. Kang Chan pulled his left arm up, then stomped on his elbow with his right foot as hard as he could.
Crack!
With a terrifying sound, the dislocated arm was pulled beyond its natural length.
He fainted, but Kang Chan still dragged him by the arm to the front of the door and twisted his neck. He was fully aware that the goon could die, but he couldn’t care less.
When Kang Chan straightened his posture, the remaining Southeast Asian urgently looked at Yoon Bong-Sup.
You think you have time to chat?
Kang Chan darted toward the Southeast Asian still standing between the table and the sofa. The latter tried to avoid Kang Chan by moving toward the desk. At the same time, Yoon Bong-Sup put his hand under the table.
Kang Chan turned around, twisting his hips and elbowing Yoon Bong-Sup square in the face in one swift motion.
Crack!
When Kang Chan grasped onto Yoon Bong-Sup’s hair with his left hand, the filet knife that the latter was holding fell under the table.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Kang Chan struck Yoon Bong-Sup four times with his elbow.
Cough! Cough!
Yoon Bong-Sup choked as he breathed in the blood flowing down his face. His nose was completely crushed, and his left cheekbone had caved in. Only the right side of his face still looked somewhat normal.
When Kang Chan stood up and looked behind him, he found the other Southeast Asian in a combat stance, holding a pointy knife.
“What’s this? Are we playing tag?” Kang Chan asked.
Smirking, Kang Chan jumped over the long three-seater sofa. He and his opponent were now facing each other from each side of the desk.
When Kang Chan moved, the man quickly backed away, keeping his distance.
You think I’m gonna let you off just like that even though you were looking at a photo of Yoo Hye-Sook while carrying that kind of knife?
Whoosh!
Kang Chan jumped onto the top of the desk.
Swoosh!
When the man darted toward the door, Kang Chan jumped down.
Whish!
The guy swung the knife widely, but Kang Chan had already guessed that he would do that.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
He slashed at Kang Chan again and again, showing substantial knife-fighting experience.
Whoosh.
You didn’t expect me to do this, did you?
Kang Chan grabbed the knife by the blade! With a speed that almost made it look like a single attack, he struck his opponent in the ribs, armpit, and neck.
“Gahh!”
Kang Chan grabbed and twisted his target’s right arm, causing the knife to turn toward the ceiling. The former then grabbed the latter’s weapon, blood dripping on the floor from the deep gash in his left palm.
Thud!
Kang Chan drove the knife as deep as he could into the guy’s shoulder.
“Ugh! Urgh!”
Thud!
Kang Chan stabbed him in the same place. The knife pierced through the man’s shoulder and out the other side. Blood streamed down and pooled on the floor. He had absolutely no intention to let these people off easily.
Clink-clank.
Kang Chan threw the knife on the floor, then mercilessly stepped on the man’s elbow with his right foot.
Crack!
“Eeepp! Eep!”
His screams were quite strange.
“You do know I’m not done yet, don’t you?” Kang Chan asked.
He grabbed the man’s head and kneed him in the face four times. Following the gut-wrenching crunchy sounds of bones being crushed, the man fell limp.
“This is my last move,” Kang Chan said.
Crunch. Thud.
Throwing his opponent to the side, Kang Chan turned his gaze toward the last person still standing in the room. “Yoon Bong-Sup! I should also take care of you, shouldn’t I?”
Yoon Bong-Sup was sitting on the sofa, leaning heavily against the backrest as if he was trying to phase through it to escape.
1. Sinsa-dong is an upscale neighborhood in Gangnam with fashionable vibes. It’s packed with small boutiques and design stores, including both mainstream and luxury brands. It also has wine bars and hip restaurants, making it a popular neighborhood to visit.