A Surgeon Who Uses Martial Arts [EN]: Chapter 459

Chapter 89: The Final Battle (5)

The hideous object was wrapped in packaging material known as ‘bubble wrap.’

Even through the opaque packaging, it was immediately clear that the object was far from ordinary.

‘You really are beyond redemption.’

Jun-hoo’s expression turned feral as he removed the ‘bubble wrap.’

The item Shi-ho sent to Ah-young was a piece of flesh.

Upon closer inspection.

It wasn’t human flesh.

The flesh was too thick, and it was covered with countless short, bristly hairs. It seemed to be a cut-out from the belly of an animal.

Having witnessed countless gruesome scenes in the Murim [martial arts world].

Jun-hoo was able to look at the flesh with composure.

But what about Ah-young?

How shocked and terrified must she have been when she first opened this package alone?

Jun-hoo’s heart ached for Ah-young.

At the same time, he felt a fierce rage towards Shi-ho.

Without a doubt.

It was the first time in recent years that he had expressed such unbearable anger and hatred.

“Jun-hoo, are you okay?”

Ah-young’s frightened voice came from behind him.

Jun-hoo reassured her with a gentle voice.

“I need to get rid of this horrible thing first. Ah-young, stay right there.”

“Okay.”

Jun-hoo moved to the sink.

He grabbed a food waste bag and returned to the bathroom. The cleanup was completed by putting the animal flesh in the trash bag.

“The person who sent the package, it’s Shi-ho, right?”

“Yes.”

“You were right, Jun-hoo. He wasn’t going to just give up on us.”

Ah-young hugged herself, as if feeling a chill.

Jun-hoo had spoken with Shi-ho on the way, but he didn’t tell Ah-young about it.

For fear of making Ah-young even more anxious.

So, what to do now?

Should he comfort Ah-young, who was at a loss?

Or should he move on to the next step he had prepared?

After contemplating, Jun-hoo chose the latter.

Comforting Ah-young was certainly important. But comfort was not a fundamental solution.

If he really cared about Ah-young.

He had to deal with Shi-ho, the root cause of all this.

That was the only way to survive.

“Ah-young, I’m going out for a bit. It’ll probably take about 2-3 hours.”

“Are you going to the police station?”

“No, the police can’t solve our problem. There’s no evidence that Shi-ho sent this package.”

“Wouldn’t there be fingerprints on the box?”

“There might be fingerprints, but not Shi-ho’s. You know how meticulous he was when he committed murder back in residency [medical internship].”

Jun-hoo shook his head.

“Until I get back, don’t open the door for anyone. And…”

“And?”

“When I leave and return, you won’t have to worry about being threatened by anyone anymore. I promise.”

“Are you going to do something dangerous? What if you get hurt?”

“There’s nothing in this world that can hurt me. You know that I’m from the Murim [martial arts world].”

Jun-hoo smiled and stroked Ah-young’s hair. He also stimulated a pressure point on Ah-young’s palm to calm her down.

Ah-young’s face, which had been as stiff as a stone, relaxed somewhat.

“It’s okay to go out, but be careful.”

“I will.”

Jun-hoo took the food waste bag and went outside the officetel [a building with residential and commercial units].

He threw the bag in the outdoor collection bin and dusted off his hands.

Through this package, Shi-ho had essentially delivered a warning to Jun-hoo.

-I know the address of the person you love. I can harm them anytime I want.

He could have kept that fact hidden until the end, but it seemed he thought it was more important to instill fear in Jun-hoo and Ah-young.

Truly a devilish choice.

Well, if I found out Shi-ho’s home address and phone number through a private investigator, Shi-ho could do the same.

At first glance.

Jun-hoo’s situation seemed more disadvantageous than Shi-ho’s.

Jun-hoo didn’t know Shi-ho’s real residence, but Shi-ho knew the exact residences of Ah-young and Jun-hoo’s family.

However, Jun-hoo knew the key to reversing the situation.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Jun-hoo, who had changed his appearance with reverse facial technique [a martial arts skill], quickened his pace.

He stood in front of the black sedan he had spotted earlier and knocked on the car door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

There was no response.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He continued to knock until the car door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses frowned.

“What the hell do you want?”

Without a word.

Jun-hoo reached into the car and grabbed the middle-aged man’s collar with a Geumna hand technique [a martial arts technique].

He pulled the man out of the vehicle with pure strength.

Thud!

The man fell to the ground.

The hinge of the sunglasses he was wearing snapped. The middle-aged man groaned in pain.

“W-Who are you?”

The person sitting in the passenger seat widened his eyes.

He seemed quite flustered by Jun-hoo’s sudden attack. Jun-hoo opened the car door and dragged the man out as well.

The man struggled to avoid being pulled out, but it was no use.

Jun-hoo’s grip was tenacious and powerful.

Thud!

The two men, subdued by Jun-hoo, writhed on the ground like earthworms.

Jun-hoo checked that there were no people, CCTV cameras, or parked cars around and crossed his arms.

He coldly stared at the sprawled men.

They were definitely Shi-ho’s henchmen.

They were tasked with reporting Ah-young’s every move to Shi-ho.

If Ah-young, after receiving the package, left the officetel [a building with residential and commercial units] and went into hiding elsewhere, they would have to follow her and find out her location.

It was a very Shi-ho-like decision, but.

Conversely, it was also an action that gave Jun-hoo a clue for a counterattack.

“Let’s talk for a bit in a quiet place.”

“This bastard causes all this trouble and then wants to chat comfortably? Are you crazy?”

“You’re dead today. Let’s get beaten to a pulp like dust on a rainy day.”

The two middle-aged men rushed at Jun-hoo simultaneously.

Jun-hoo could only scoff.

* * *

That evening, a nearby mountain.

The mountain, with darkness descending, was more desolate than quiet. The sound of the mountain breeze was eerily like a ghostly wail.

Perhaps because the weather was still cold.

It was hard to find people walking on the mountain’s trails.

“Ha… Shit. Why is everything so twisted?”

Yoon-sung muttered, biting his lip. Some rolling stone suddenly attacked him and Sung-chul.

At first, they thought they were caught off guard and had no choice but to be beaten.

But that wasn’t the case.

The unidentified attacker moved quickly and firmly like a martial arts fighter.

No matter how much Yoon-sung and Sung-chul struggled, they couldn’t even graze the opponent’s clothes. Their fighting skills were worlds apart.

Pow! Pow!

The two men were hit squarely in the face by the opponent’s fist.

The moment they saw the blood streaming down their faces.

They raised the white flag of surrender.

And now they were in this shape, in this state.

They were being dragged to the mountain as the man ordered.

“Now’s the chance. That bastard is really off guard.”

Sung-chul whispered to Yoon-sung.

“His back is wide open. I’ll hit him first, and when he falls, you stomp on him.”

“Hey, don’t make trouble for no reason. What if you just provoke him and he explodes?”

“Always a scaredy-cat. Watch the demonstration of a skilled instructor.”

Yoon-sung grinned and crept up to the young man. He clasped his hands tightly and brought them down like a hammer towards the back of the young man’s head.

Would it really work?

Of course not.

The young man kicked Sung-chul in the stomach with a back kick without even turning around.

Sung-chul flew out like a home run and landed on the ground.

“Ughhh!”

Sung-chul clutched his waist and rolled on the ground.

“You guys are just like that guy, unable to learn. Why do you repeat the same mistakes?”

The young man said in a pathetic voice.

He still hadn’t turned around.

Did he have eyes in the back of his head?

Anyway, Yoon-sung thought it was a stroke of genius not to follow Sung-chul.

How much time had passed?

The three men settled down in a playground in the mountain.

Sung-chul and Yoon-sung sat side by side on the swings.

The young man crossed his arms and glared at them with fierce eyes.

“Who the hell are you, *hyungnim* [term of respect for an older male]?”

“That’s none of your business. You guys are employees of the Yongyeok company hired by Shi-ho, right?”

“Who is Shi-ho?”

Yoon-sung asked with a look of complete ignorance. Sung-chul, who was next to him, nodded.

From Jun-hoo’s perspective….

It didn’t seem like the two men were lying.

Anyway, Shi-ho was the best at using his brain in a bad way.

That’s why.

He imagined what it would have been like if Shi-ho hadn’t been a psychopath.

If he had been a gentle person.

Then Shi-ho might have become Jun-hoo’s best friend.

“It’s the name of the person who hired you to monitor.”

“Ah. Is that so? He told us his name was Jun-oh.”

Yoon-sung held out his phone and said.

The name ‘Jun-oh’ was listed in the phone’s call history.

When he checked the number, it matched Shi-ho’s phone number that Jun-hoo had called earlier.

He had obtained a solid clue.

“You guys are going to have to work with me for a bit.”

“What kind of work is it?”

“A very fun and well-paid job. You won’t regret hearing about it.”

Jun-hoo smiled coldly.

* * *

Shi-ho visited the police station for the first time in a while.

He filled out a firearm checkout form and took a shotgun from the gun safe and slung it over his shoulder.

The heavy weight felt good.

“Looks like you’re going hunting?”

“Yes. I’m going to catch a wild boar. There aren’t many places that call me a rookie hunter, but I happened to get a good case.”

“Be careful hunting, and be sure to return the firearm after you’re done.”

“Yes. Of course.”

Shi-ho smiled brightly at the officer and left the police station. He got into the car he had parked briefly in front of the police car.

He couldn’t stop humming as he drove.

The humming soon turned into whistling.

The blue sky was beautiful in itself.

The sunlight was perfect.

The breeze blowing in from the half-open car window coolly swept across his face.

As if giving him a wash.

When the car stopped at a signal.

Shi-ho took out his phone and checked his messages.

[Your product has been delivered. Product name: Book, entrusted location: Front door. Tracking number: 15471xx, Daehyun Logistics]

Of course, Shi-ho wasn’t happy that the package had arrived.

This message was a secret signal.

It meant that ‘those guys’ had kidnapped Ah-young and hidden her in the hideout.

By evening, Jun-hoo’s parents would also be delivered to another hideout.

Immediately, Shi-ho’s beautiful plan would be executed.

All he had to do was call Jun-hoo and ask him whether he would save his parents or save Ah-young.

Shi-ho felt a thrill run through his body just imagining it.

How long had he been waiting to return the pain he had received from Jun-hoo?

What had been a vague hope in the detention center was now on the verge of becoming a reality.

Shi-ho drove for about 30 minutes and arrived at an abandoned house area on the outskirts of Incheon.

It was a place that had been bustling with talk of redevelopment, but the plan had gone awry, turning it into a hideous neighborhood.

The walls of each house were covered in dirty, red spray paint.

Of course, no one could be found. It was a desolate place where even stray cats were nowhere to be seen.

It was a place of blessing for Shi-ho.

It would be a place of curse for Jun-hoo.

While scanning the abandoned houses.

Shi-ho headed towards a house marked with a star in spray paint.

The exterior wall of the house had collapsed, so entry was not difficult.

“What is our Ah-young doi….”

Shi-ho, who was muttering maliciously, swallowed hard.

A terrible event that he had never even thought of was unfolding before his eyes.

The one who had come first and was waiting was not Ah-young.

It was Jun-hoo.

“Why do you have a face like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Jun-hoo’s voice struck his eardrums.