Genius Pitcher Hides 170Km [EN]: Chapter 43

#42. A Madhouse

Yeah, looking back, it was inevitable it would end up like this.

Putting dozens of guys, brimming with emotions and practically wanting to kill each other, onto a small field and telling them not to hit, not to throw beanballs [a pitch thrown deliberately at the batter’s head], not to lift their feet… was it even possible to restrain them like that in the first place?

I admit it.

I was too lenient with Korean baseball, and I underestimated Hwang Sung-min as a person.

I’m almost glad I found out now that he’s the kind of guy who would do something like that.

Because now I feel like I can take him down without any hesitation.

Whoosh!

I stepped aside and easily dodged the bat flying towards me.

“Hwang Sung-min!”

He didn’t expect me to dodge, so Hwang Sung-min froze in place, looking awkward.

I ran towards him at full speed.

Both teams’ players, realizing what was happening, rushed towards us.

I felt something black hurtling towards me from the right. It was the Magicians’ shortstop, who had been glaring at me throughout the game whenever he had the chance.

“You little rookie!”

“Come at me instead of Soo-hyuk! You bastard!”

Thud!

Lee Chang-mo jumped on the guy who was trying to tackle me. The two of them got tangled up instantly and disappeared from my sight.

“Han Soo-hyuk!”

Song Ki-tae shouted and tried to run towards me from a few steps away. But a huge shadow appeared from somewhere and blocked his path.

“Are you crazy?”

Thwack!

“Gurgle…”

Jang Deok-soo grabbed the guy by the neck and threw him towards the back net.

Because the players were all tangled up, my view was conveniently blocked, so it looked like Song Ki-tae was suddenly pulled out from the crowd and slammed into the wall, which would be hard to catch on camera.

Then, two Magicians players, whose names I don’t even remember, tried to rush at me.

But Jang Deok-soo ran in front of them, grabbed them by the back of their necks, and said.

“If you move one more step, I’ll kill you.”

“……”

A Magicians player, whose name I don’t know, tried to grab my uniform, but I easily dodged it.

I took one step at a time towards Hwang Sung-min.

Finally, the distance between him and me closed until we were nose to nose.

Lee Man-shik and Jo Sung-oh, who had run to protect me, blocked anyone from approaching Hwang Sung-min and me.

“Hwang Sung-min!”

This is the turning point.

If I beat this guy up here, I’m going to have a lot of trouble in the future.

From elementary school to college, and even in the pros, Korean baseball is a world where everyone knows everyone through a connection or two.

In such a place, openly beating up a senior who was once on the same team will provoke other seniors who have nothing to do with it. All of them may join forces to make things difficult for me.

The peaceful and friendly baseball life that I had briefly imagined will be completely gone.

Of course, I won’t be able to avoid disciplinary action.

8 games? 10 games? Or maybe even a longer suspension.

…

…So?

So what the hell am I supposed to do?

Damn it, am I supposed to let a son of a bitch like this get away with it?

Screw that. Let’s take a hit or two first.

“Hwang Sung-min! I told you I’d kill you if you got caught one more time, didn’t I?”

“You little punk from… Cough!”

The coach who taught me boxing said this.

Unless you’ve properly trained your abdomen, if you hit the liver with the first shot, even a big guy will go down in an instant.

My body shot landed squarely on the bastard’s right abdomen, which isn’t protected by ribs. I felt something breaking, as if I had connected perfectly.

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

Hwang Sung-min’s face turned pale with that one blow, and he collapsed forward.

I grabbed him by the collar and repeatedly hit his head.

“If you do something shitty!”

Thwack!

“You!”

Thwack!

“You have to know that you can get messed up!”

Crack!

“Gurgle…”

One punch, one tooth.

A white foam flowed from his mouth. Yellow teeth fell to the ground.

Throwing a baseball bat at someone and only fainting with this much?

The anger that had filled my head barely brought back the reason I had completely lost.

“Hoo…”

I took a deep breath.

Only then did I see other people besides Hwang Sung-min.

The players from both teams, who were tangled up here and there, were all looking at me with shocked expressions.

Forcibly gathering the remaining emotions, I kicked the fainted guy and walked towards the referee.

No one could block my path.

“I was so enraged because I almost got hit by the bat. I regret it.”

“E-ejection!”

Just then, the safety net that was blocking the exciting zone [seats close to the field] on the first base side collapsed due to the strength of the spectators.

The spectators rushed onto the field, and the terrified players from both teams ran to the dugout.

In the meantime, a few firecrackers that had been installed for Min Ye-rin’s performance before the game malfunctioned and shot into the sky.

Bang bang!

Stretchers came in and carried out the fainted Song Ki-tae and Hwang Sung-min.

Jamsil Baseball Stadium was stained with madness.

It was complete pandemonium.

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