God of Blackfield

Chapter 16: They Have No Idea (2)

“I raise dogs over there.”

What was he talking about? Staying silent in the face of the enemy’s provocation would give one more confidence.

“Fucking bastard! I’ll give you credit for wanting to take care of your friends.”

“Huehuehuehue.”

This bastard was dangerous. Instead of getting angry, he imagined how Kang Chan would look when he was dead. That meant that he had had a similar experience before.

Kang Chan extended his left shoulder forward and lowered his stance, which was nothing like what he had been doing thus far. Once. If he were to get seriously injured here…

Kang Chan’s eyes shone for a second.

“What is this!”

“You fucking bastard!”

“Aaaaahhhhh!”

Profanity and yells were heard coming from the other end of the hallway. The people that were blocking the door turned toward the direction of the noises, breaking into a commotion.

“Ptooey!” Kang Chan tried spitting on the floor, but there was no spit.

“Fuck, your throat is so parched you can’t even produce any spit.” The katana wielder laughed, his face contorting.

Kang Chan looked straight into the man’s eyes, lifted his left hand, and put the bandage on his mouth.

“Tch. Tch.” He sucked his own blood. Because of the piercing pain in his left shoulder, his gaze naturally sharpened.

When the commotion outside became louder, the guy with the katana became concerned as well.

Kang Chan slowly moved the bandage away from his mouth. With the blood concentrated around his mouth, half of his face was covered in blood.

“Ptooey!” Kang Chan instantly spat out the blood in his mouth at the guy.

The moment the guy turned his head to the right and dodged it…

“Ptooey!”

Kang Chan spat out the rest of the blood and moved, seemingly about to pounce forward.

Swish.

A person who had lost his balance wouldn’t be able to swing their sword much. As soon as the sword swung past him, Kang Chan extended his right foot and kicked the guy’s wrist.

Whoosh.

Just once. Right before his opponent could raise his katana…

Pow.

Kang Chan thrust his fillet knife into the thug\'s right arm, just above his elbow, and dragged it upwards.

“Gaaaahhhh!”

Pow. Pow. Pow. Pow.

Kang Chan then stabbed the guy’s elbows and both sides of his chest.

Clank.?

The moment his opponent swung his katana downward…

Pew! Pow.?

Kang Chan’s left forearm and right shoulder were cut open as well. It was such a dangerous situation that if Kang Chan hadn’t stopped the guy with the katana, he would’ve been stabbed in the neck.

Pow. Pew! Pew! Pow.

The blood that spurted out startled some of the people around them, while there were also some that got excited at the sight of it.

Terrified by the sight of blood and gore, some thugs blindly attacked him, unaware of what they were doing. Kang Chan roughly blocked their attacks with his bandaged left hand and stabbed, slashed, and stabbed again at random.

“Huff. Huff. Huff. Huff.”

Kang Chan was out of breath. What kind of workout did the owner of his body do exactly? He was still so weak. Nevertheless, Kang Chan was the last person standing in the room. About a dozen people that had collapsed on the floor surrounded him, writhing in pain. The floor was covered in so much blood that shoes were sticking to the floor.

Nobody else entered the room probably because Kang Chan had defeated their strongest men. Kang Chan noticed his vision had turned white, and neither his shoulder nor his left hand, which had cuts all over, hurt at all. Even in Africa, whenever this happened, the enemy couldn’t easily attack him.

God of Blackfield.

One might not know this, but the enemy troops were the ones who had given that nickname to Kang Chan. It meant ‘god of death.’

“I’ll kill all of them.’

Kang Chan tilted his neck to the left. Strangely, whenever he became mad, he’d find himself unable to tolerate all the bastards in the world because he found them annoying.

As soon as Kang Chan pounced at them, the men in front of the door scattered across both the left and right hallways.

“Where are you going?”

The clamor was getting louder and louder. Kang Chan slowly walked out of the door.

Swish.

A fillet knife came swinging toward him, but it was too slow—an attack filled with reluctance due to sheer terror.

Pew! Pow!

“Cough!”

The guy retreated with his arms bent. Kang Chan’s body was as fast as it was before.

“Come here!”

When he glared at the thugs, a couple of them hesitated and ran into a nearby room. Kang Chan turned to those who remained in the hallway.

I’ll kill them all! I’ll kill all the people that killed my people. What do I have? Family? Money? Happiness? Honor? Love? I only have my unit members. And they took that away from me?

Pew! Pow. Pow.

As quick as lightning, Kang Chan charged at the guy that was retreating away from him and stabbed him in the arm and shoulder.

“Gaaaah!” His target screamed, struggling to escape. Kang Chan yanked his shirt and suit.

“You can’t even protect a few people, huh?”

“Ugh…”

Kang Chan stared at the thug’s throat—right below his Adam’s apple.

“HEY!”

Kang Chan came to his senses after hearing someone calling out to him. When he looked up, he found a man at the end of the hallway wearing a monkey…

“Daye?”

“You must not kill them!”

Plop.?

Kang Chan pushed the guy he was grabbing onto aside.

Crazy bastard. He had never imagined anyone would ever wear a monkey mask to such a fight. It was already over, anyway.

The men in front of Kang Chan and the guys close to Seok Kang-Ho could only hesitate. Nobody attacked them.

“If any of the bastards go near the school in the future, I will definitely cut off their heads.”

The basement hallway. The only thing that drowned out Kang Chan’s voice was the occasional ghastly groans.

“The bastards who don’t want to fight, go into the room in the front.”

As soon as Kang Chan craned his neck and glared at them, they entered the room as instructed, one to two men at a time.

Kang Chan slowly walked toward Seok Kang-Ho. Perhaps because he had regained his rationality, he felt a sharp pain every time he walked.

Stagger.

It seemed like his left leg had been wounded as well, considering he couldn’t move it very well.

Seok Kang-Ho took a very deep breath as he spoke, “Fuck. I thought I was never going to see you again.”

Did he have an eye infection? Kang Chan could see Seok Kang-Ho’s eyes through the holes in the mask—they were red, bloodshot.

“Where did you even find that?” The monkey seemed happy. He had a big smile on his face.

“It’s a monkey with an English name. Let’s go.”

Seok Kang-Ho supported Kang Chan’s upper body, and they walked toward the entrance.

“If you get into the car like this, people are going to report it.”

Seok Kang-Ho was right. What could they do? If Kang Chan had a blanket, he would cover himself with it and leave the place.

“Hang on.”

Since Seok Kang-Ho was supporting Kang Chan, the front part of his clothes got covered in blood too. Seok Kang-Ho went to the counter and started rummaging around with his head lowered. At that moment, when the monkey with the big smile abruptly raised his head, more of those bastards flocked toward the stairs at the entrance.

Kang Chan was leaning against the wall but quickly stood up straight. The men with iron pipes and fillet knives held their ground at a distance away in front of him, staring at the two instead of charging at them immediately. Kang Chan stretched his neck.

“School uniform? I guess he must really be a high school student?”

The man standing in front of him spoke, looking surprised.

“Hurry up! Go in and check the situation out!”

“Yes, hyung-nim.” As soon as the person who replied nodded, the guys standing by rushed inside.

A yell was heard immediately, but it didn’t seem like a fight.

“It’s Oh Gwang-Taek. Everybody knows who Gwang-Taek of Sinsa-dong is.”

He was slim for a gangster, so he had a similar body shape as Kang Chan.

“I was ready to take action anyway. I heard in the parking lot that Ki-Bum had been taken to the hospital, so I rushed here.”

“You got any cigarettes?” Kang Chan asked.

“You bastard…”

Oh Gwang-Taek glared at the guy who swore, “Mind your own fucking business, motherfucker.”

The guy lowered his head.

“You bastard, you think you could do this? If you want to talk about age, go to the senior community center, you fucker.” Gwang-Taek continued to criticize him.

“I’m sorry, hyung-nim.”

Oh Gwang-Taek glared at him and looked him up and down once more before looking at Kang Chan again. He then took out a pack of cigarettes with about ten cigarettes left and a lighter.

He looked at the hand Kang Chan extended and smirked. He put two cigarettes in his mouth, lit them, then handed one of them to Kang Chan.

“Hoo.”

It felt good. Kang Chan leaned against the wall and slid down to sit on the floor.

“Daye, come here.”

“Alright.”

From the counter, Seok Kang-Ho made his way through the crowd and went over to Kang Chan’s side.

“Give me another cigarette.”

“Okay.”

Dayeru took the pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He placed a cigarette in his mouth, his face looking just like a smiling emoji.

“Wow, a high school student and a monkey mask. Ah, guess Park Ki-Bum won’t be able to go around talking about this.”

Oh Gwang-Taek was dumbfounded. When he exhaled smoke, a guy came out from inside the bar.

“There are no dead bodies. Five guys are seriously injured. It seems like the gang is finished with this.”

After Oh Gwang-Taek nodded, he looked at Kang Chan.

“There’s a particular hospital that we go to. Let’s head there. Those bastards need to be treated too. If news about a high school boy destroying gang members with a knife gets out, the gangsters in Gangnam would all be beaten into a pulp.”

“After one more cigarette.”

Oh Gwang-Taek gave a low chuckle and turned his head to the back.

“Block the front, and park the car. Make sure they’re unable to see this place from the opposite building. Remove all the CCTV footage and take them with you.”

“Yes, hyung-nim.”

The two guys hurried upstairs.

“Hurry up. The Intelligence Division must have gotten suspicious too.”

“Hoo!”

Kang Chan put out his cigarette on the floor.

“Ugh,” He groaned as he tried to get up. Seok Kang-Ho quickly supported him.

“Hey! Get rid of that monkey mask.”

“I’ll take it off when we reach the hospital.”

Oh Gwang-Taek looked at the two of them with a puzzled look on his face. When Kang Chan barely managed to get up, the guy that ran down the stairs reported that he was ready. He was even holding a blanket too.

“I’m going to the hospital with them, so take the injured people to the hospital and tie up all loose ends properly.” Oh Gwang-Taek ordered.

When Kang Chan started walking, the man opened up the blanket and put it over Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho.