The Cop Is Too Strong [EN]: Chapter 181

< #181. Hwang Jang-soo's Revenge (2) >

“Sigh, hoo-”

The small office is thick with cigarette smoke. Four men with menacing looks sit around a low table, eating jajangmyeon [Korean-Chinese noodle dish with black bean sauce].

Creak-

The iron door opens, and a skinny man enters. A man with a thick gold necklace, who had been gambling, looks up at him and asks,

“Oh, you’re back? What about Chairman Hwang?”

“Yes, I confirmed that he was declared dead at the hospital.”

At his words, the gold necklace man smirked.

“Sigh, hoo- Ah, what a sad day. You guys should know, if anyone doing business here stubbornly refuses, they’ll end up like Chairman Hwang, got it?”

“Yes, boss.”

“That’s right, boss.”

The gold necklace man stubs out his cigarette in the jajangmyeon bowl, moves to the head of the table, and continues,

“What about Seok? Still no contact?”

“Yes, it seems he was caught by that cop who’s a close friend of Chairman Hwang.”

“He completed the mission but got caught, huh… Well, it doesn’t matter. We don’t need to be afraid of the police anyway. Aren’t we following the law?”

At his question, the other men shook their heads.

“We’re all doing things by the book.”

“Boss, you live by the law even without the law.”

“Haha, that bastard, too much. Too much. Anyway, the police can’t touch a hair on my head without a warrant. If they ignore that and recklessly search around, we have to quietly send them to their friend’s side.”

At the gold necklace man’s words, the skinny man bowed deeply.

“Yes, boss, I’ll make sure you don’t have anything to worry about-”

Bang!!

Just as he was finishing his sentence, the iron door burst open, slamming into the man.

The impact must have been severe, as the man who was hit fell straight to the side.

The gold necklace man frowned at the sudden intrusion and looked towards the door. A huge man with his face covered by a hat and mask was standing there.

“What’s this bastard’s deal?”

The masked man, Shin Hae-soo, scanned the office and raised one hand.

“Yang Man-cheol, come out.”

Yang Man-cheol, the gold necklace man, pointed at Hae-soo and said,

“Guys, let’s beat him down first and then hear what’s going on.”

At his words, the three men sitting on the sofa slowly got up. Hae-soo looked at them and strode forward, throwing a punch at the closest man.

Slow movements, half-closed eyes, jajangmyeon on his lips – the man was not ready to fight, either mentally or physically.

Thwack-!

The man, hit squarely in the jaw, rolled his eyes and fell stiffly to the side.

Only then did the men realize that Hae-soo was someone who had learned boxing, and they quickly adjusted their stances. They had thought he was just another gym musclehead, but his punch was surprisingly sharp.

One of them lowered his stance slightly, raised his guard, and approached, throwing a punch.

Hae-soo met his punch with his own.

Bang!! Crack-

“Agh!”

The punches collided perfectly. The man’s fist and wrist were crushed, and he stumbled backward, clutching his wrist with his other hand.

In the meantime, Hae-soo grabbed the jajangmyeon bowl on the table, shoved it into the groaning man’s mouth, and hit the end of the bowl with his palm.

Smash-!

“Ugh!”

The bowl shattered, tearing his mouth. Meanwhile, another man kicked at Hae-soo’s side.

Thud-

Hae-soo moved back slightly and grabbed his foot with one hand. Then, he brought his fist down on the man’s knee.

Crack!

“Kghaaa!!”

With one punch from Hae-soo, the man’s knee bent backward.

It was the end for the exercise enthusiast who only worked out his upper body.

Hae-soo grabbed his hair and dragged him to the desk where Yang Man-cheol was sitting.

“Is this Yang Man-cheol?”

“Hee, hee…”

Yang Man-cheol couldn’t say anything, and the man avoided Yang Man-cheol’s gaze and nodded.

Hae-soo slammed his face into the corner of the desk.

Crack!

The man collapsed without even groaning.

Yang Man-cheol was in an awkward position, neither standing nor sitting, with his eyes wide open.

Hae-soo reached out and flicked his wrist.

Yang Man-cheol subtly shook his head and moved further back.

“Hey, I don’t know who you are, but this is a mis-”

Thwack!

“Kuh-heuk!!”

Yang Man-cheol’s nose was crushed by Hae-soo’s punch. Blood flowed down, wetting his mouth.

Hae-soo grabbed him by the collar, dragged him from behind the desk to the front, and threw him towards the sofa.

“Ugh-heok!”

Crash, bang!!

Then, he stepped on the sofa table, jumped up, and stomped on his outstretched hand.

Crack!

“Kghaaa!!”

Hae-soo picked up the wooden chopsticks he saw nearby and put them in his mouth, positioning them just before hitting him with his palm.

“Kkeueueueue!!! Save me!!”

Regardless of Yang Man-cheol’s scream, Hae-soo’s hand stopped.

No matter how he thought about it, something was off.

The guy he caught while trying to kill Hwang Jang-soo wasn’t a professional killer, but just one of the gang members.

At first, he made excuses that it was a personal revenge, but later he revealed the office he was in and the name of the boss.

He probably wasn’t lying.

But, not to mention the underlings, this guy’s level is too low. Hwang Jang-soo alone could have taken down a truckload of these guys.

“Yang Man-cheol.”

Yang Man-cheol trembled but didn’t answer or make eye contact. Hae-soo raised a hand as big as a pot lid.

Slap-!

“Keoheok”

With one slap, his head turned almost 180 degrees. The wooden chopsticks he was holding in his mouth flew out, tearing his mouth to shreds.

“Yang Man-cheol.”

“Eh…”

Before Yang Man-cheol could even react, the next slap came.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Thwack!!

Yang Man-cheol’s face was now a bloody mess, and his features were unrecognizable. Only then did Hae-soo stop his hand and call him again.

“Yang Man-cheol.”

“Eh! Eh! Eh! Did you call me!”

Yang Man-cheol desperately answered, ignoring the pain he was feeling, and quickly knelt down, placing his broken hands neatly on his knees.

Hae-soo brought his face close to him and opened his mouth.

“Is it true that you ordered Hwang Jang-soo to be killed?”

“Eh? Th, ah, eh, I, I was ordered to do it! Ordered!”

“Who?”

“Chairman Baek, Chairman Baek ordered it… He said just to put in the finishing blow…”

Yang Man-cheol had been buried here for a long time, so he knew a lot.

Hwang Jang-soo’s loan business isn’t a personal business. There’s an upper echelon that connects big customers and provides money.

He is a big shot in the underworld called Chairman Baek, and this incident happened because Hwang Jang-soo opposed distributing drugs this time.

“…He usually met with his police friend often and interfered with various businesses, so Chairman Baek regarded Hwang Jang-soo as a thorn in his side… I really cherished him like a younger brother… I couldn’t refuse-”

Slap!

With the last slap, Yang Man-cheol rolled on the floor.

Hae-soo grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him outside.

Then, in front of the stairs, he grabbed his chin, opened his mouth wide, and forced him to bite the stairs.

“Aah, aah, aaeu, Heo Hae-nim [term of respect], Heo Haeng-nim [term of respect], spare me…”

“If you move, you’re really dead. Stay still.”

Hae-soo kicked the back of his head without hesitation.

Crunch!

“Kkeoyeoaaaa!!!”

All his teeth were broken, and his lower jaw dislocated, tearing his mouth wide open.

It was a fatal injury that could lead to death if he was unlucky.

Hae-soo wanted to step on his head and kill him, but he suppressed his murderous intent, remembering the story he had with Jang-soo in front of the food stall.

“Let’s go, to meet Chairman Baek.”

Hae-soo grabbed the back of Yang Man-cheol’s neck, who had finally fainted from the unbearable pain, and dragged him down the stairs.

A long red line was drawn on the stairs.

Thud-

Hae-soo threw the battered Yang Man-cheol into the back seat of the van.

The killer inside couldn’t recognize his face at first, but after seeing his clothes, he realized it was Yang Man-cheol’s usual attire and was belatedly surprised.

“Heop, Bo, boss.”

“Heueooo, heue…”

Has it been five minutes since he went up? As far as he knew, there would have been at least four people there.

Seeing that he had cleaned them all up and made the boss like this, he realized that he was a much scarier person than he had thought, and he straightened his posture respectfully.

Vroom-

Hae-soo glanced at them in the rearview mirror and stepped hard on the accelerator.

*

In a dark dojo [martial arts training hall], a man is wielding a real sword, using the moonlight as a companion.

Whoong- Whoong

“Hoo…”

The man took a long breath, put down the real sword, and took off his helmet. The man, who displayed a powerful and disciplined posture, was surprisingly a face that was past middle age and close to old age.

He looked somewhere with a face soaked in sweat. There, a man with a sharp aura, wearing a black suit, was standing.

The man opened his mouth when he received the middle-aged man’s gaze.

“Hwang Jang-soo is dead.”

“Did you see the body?”

“I checked the hospital records. It seems Yang Man-cheol took care of it.”

The middle-aged man put the helmet back in its place, wiped away sweat, and muttered to himself.

“He was a valuable guy…”

“He was someone who didn’t belong here.”

The middle-aged man’s eyebrows twitched at the man’s words. He stared intently into the man’s eyes.

“You too, have become one of these people?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah, what’s the name of the cop Jang-soo often meets…”

“Shin Hae-soo.”

“Right, Shin Hae-soo, didn’t that friend put him in the hospital?”

“Yes.”

“I thought he was a pretty capable cop… I’ve seen him in the articles from time to time, and Yang Man-cheol isn’t that trustworthy of a guy.”

“Shall I look into it?”

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

“No. It’s okay, we need to be quiet at times like this, no need to stir up trouble.”

“Yes, Chairman Baek…”

The man paused while answering. The quick-witted Chairman Baek noticed his change and asked.

“What’s wrong, that even the great Mr. Go is frowning in front of me?”

“I apologize. There seems to be a small commotion in front. It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

“You go take a look.”

Mr. Go bowed his head immediately as if he had been waiting for it.

“Yes, I’ll be back.”

*

Mr. Go left the chairman’s private dojo, located deep inside the company building, and walked down the long corridor.

As a big shot in the underworld, he has many ignorant enemies, so he built the company building like a fortress and had his bodyguards stay there.

The bodyguards are not just any gangsters, but thirty elite members who have professionally learned martial arts and have some experience with knives.

The elite members, who are worth a hundred, are constantly guarding the fortress, so even if a hundred gangsters attack, they cannot cross the main gate.

But the chief of the bodyguards contacted him saying that there was a problem.

Knowing full well that he was having a private meeting with the chairman, Mr. Go moved with a bit of tension, taking a call.

‘How many came?’

Crash, bang!

The second iron door, narrower than the main gate, opened, and a bodyguard wearing a black suit fell out.

Looking outside through the open door, he saw a man covered in blood.

Half of the bodyguards around him were lying down, and half were keeping their distance.

The arms and legs of the scattered bodyguards were all bent in strange directions, and some of the bodyguards had their fingers completely crushed.

‘One person?’

Mr. Go kicked the bodyguard hanging on the door, went out, and looked at him closely.

He couldn’t recognize his face because he was wearing a hat and mask, but his eyes and physique were enough to overwhelm others.

“Yiaaa!!”

Thwack! Kwadeudeuk!

Two bodyguards watched for an opportunity and rushed in at once.

The monster, as if all his strength had been exhausted, was drooping, but he instinctively moved his body like a knee-jerk reflex, accurately slapping the chin of the one approaching 0.1 seconds earlier with his palm, and kicking the chest of the one attacking from behind.

The bodyguard hit by the turning kick flew nearly 5 meters, hit the wall, and fell to the floor.

Mr. Go slowly moved his steps and watched his fight.

His eyes were full of venom, but he was already exhausted and was making movements that exceeded his limits.

However, he moved his hands and feet without hesitation with each blow.

He fights well. He is a combat genius who instinctively knows how to identify weaknesses and how to fight against many.

But it is a movement specialized in massacring civilians. He has talent, so he has lived without meeting similar strong people.

Just by looking at the movement, it is all attack, and defense is neglected. It is a difference in experience.

Until now, it was possible to deal with the enemy’s attack before it reached him.

These people become dumb and helpless when someone stronger than them appears. Because there is no data, the brain breaks down.

Step by step

‘Today, I’ll let you know that there are people of a different level.’

Mr. Go lowered his stance, drew his sword, and approached him secretly and quickly. Then, at the perfect timing, he accurately stabbed his kidney with the sword.

Teodeok- Hoong

When he thought the sword had penetrated his side, he felt an enormous grip on his wrist. At the same time, his body floated up.

‘How?’

When he was hung upside down in the air, he made eye contact with the monster. The monster’s eyes sparkled.

‘I was deceived. Not a wolf, but a tiger!’