No matter how strange the situation was, or how suspicious it seed, they couldn’t treat recklessly.
The son of a conglorate chairman.
That one title was protecting right now.
Thanks to it, I didn’t face any rough treatnt.
While escaping at dawn, I ended up acting with the internet broadcasters, having my phone taken away.
They told to enjoy my ti, but anyone could see it was confinent.
Nothing more, nothing less.
‘I never thought it would co to this.’
I never imagined the escape plan would be discovered at this ti.
Though I was flustered, it was sowhat fortunate that I was with the broadcasters.
“What do we do now?”
“Oppa, we’re in big trouble, right?”
“Ah, I feel like crying.”
The internet broadcasters were anxious that even I, who had secretly been on their side, was caught with them.
“It’s okay.”
Popo, who can be said to be the center of them, gathers everyone and consoles them.
“It’ll be okay. Everyone knows we’re trapped here.”
Popo comforts them as they sit in a circle.
Thanks to that, the others are a bit relieved, but I, who received excessive expectations, felt embarrassed.
‘It’s ambiguous.’
The room we’re trapped in is Room 10, which I often used.
The floor is the sixth floor, making it impossible to escape through a window, and there are no windows here in the first place.
But just staying still like this is dangerous anyway.
It’s best to act before the overnight escape plan is complete.
There is an organization mber watching us from outside the door, so we need to deal with that sohow…
“How about causing a commotion inside, and when they co in, we overpower them?”
When I suggested this, everyone seed not very pleased.
“Can we overpower them?”
“Are you…good at fighting?”
All of them are questioning with the sa doubt.
“…I ant we should fight together.”
I suggested it thinking we might have a chance if it’s 6:1.
But everyone is too scared to even think about fighting.
However.
“Let’s do it.”
Popo agrees with my opinion, clenching her fist tightly.
“If that’s the only option, it’s right to do it. Right?”
“…Yeah, we just need to get out and alert the situation. I have people I know waiting.”
I had already made a call asking for help before eting Popo earlier.
Since I can’t recklessly use police resources, I reached out to people I know.
“Moreover, even if we just wait to be rescued, we remain the sa. We have to overco this.”
Six to one.
Other gangsters were busy erasing traces inside the building or bringing in vehicles for the night escape.
Now was the right ti.
That’s why we decided to push through.
The thug was monitoring the broadcasters with his back to Room 10.
Since he had so experience, he left the busy work to the younger ones and was assigned the most comfortable spot.
“Hmm.”
The phone he was fiddling with belonged to Kim Woojin, the investor.
He had confiscated it earlier and was now keeping it, but the continuous ssages coming in made him uneasy.
Vrr! Vrr! Vrr!
Especially with soone nad Seo Yerin constantly sending photos, he wanted to see what it was.
But with the phone being locked, all he could do was anxiously watch it vibrate.
“Sigh, those with money are always worse.”
Being the chairman’s youngest son, he probably flirts with all sorts of won.
Seo Yerin, Choi Yiseo, Min Ju-hee, Jeong Chan-woo.
Most of the incoming ssages had won’s nas, giving a rough idea of how he lived.
“A guy like that just buys off girls with money, tsk.”
Won should all know the truth about guys like him. Even though he himself was a bad guy, he thought the one inside was even worse.
“Ahhhh!”
A scream was heard.
“You, you bastard! You! You! To us!”
“Bad guy! Baaaad guuuuy!”
Years into the life of a gangster.
Familiar sounds of blows and a man’s screams.
And even the broadcasters’ emotional shouts mixed in.
Startled, the gangster quickly turns to check beyond the glass window on the door.
Kim Woojin was there, surrounded by female broadcasters, lying on the floor and being beaten.
“Forcing! Huh?! Forcing!”
“Because of youuu! It hurttt!”
When you think about it, it was like locking up kids who were half-forced to sell their bodies and those who paid for them in one room.
“Ah, damn it!”
Even if there was a possibility of betrayal, he was still an investor and the son of a conglorate chairman.
If he got seriously injured or lost his life, the situation could really escalate.
A thug opens the door and pushes the broadcasters inside.
“You crazy bitches, what the hell are you doing!”
“Kyaaa!”
“Ha, please don’t!”
The broadcasters, terrified, are pushed back imdiately.
As the thug, panting, tries to check on Kim Woojin’s condition.
Wham!
Kim Woojin, who was lying down, drives his knee up into the thug’s groin.
“Uh, ugh?!”
The sudden pain left the thug speechless as his body lurched forward. The broadcasters took the opportunity to relentlessly start beating the thug.
“All done.”
I retrieved my phone and made calls here and there, letting out a sigh of relief.
It’s all set now.
The police will co, and I’ve finished talking with my older brother.
They should arrive soon.
“Wh-what are we going to do now? Are we going out?”
It was a bit risky to go out imdiately, but with the thug who was guarding gone, it was awkward to stay here.
I chose to go outside.
“I’ve already made contact. My friends who were on standby will be waiting in front.”
Once we join them, it’s over.
Since we’re on the 6th floor, we have to get down to the 1st floor, but we’ll manage sohow.
“I’ll lead the way, so Popo, make sure to bring everyone safely from the back, got it?”
“Yes, I understand.”
With those words, I stepped out of the room and ran toward the stairs.
Going down from the 6th floor to the 5th was simple.
Since we were already moving things downstairs, the 6th floor was already cleared, so there was no one around.
The problem was going down from the 5th floor to the 4th.
“Hmm?”
I locked eyes with a thug smoking by the stairwell ergency exit, perhaps during a break.
“These, these bastards are escaping!”
I imdiately charged at the thug.
“Go straight down! The guys will be coming up from below! Just keep going down!”
I threw myself and tackled him, pinning him to the wall while hanging onto his waist.
I thought I executed it quite stylishly, but the opponent was soone whose livelihood was street fighting.
“Crazy bastard!”
He lifted , who was clinging to him, and slamd onto the floor.
“Ugh!”
I’m surprised by my own weakness, despite having done ho workouts, yet I feel relieved seeing the broadcasters running away just as I told them.
“Ugh! It hurts like hell!
“Ugh! I can’t even hit back!
“Th-thank you, Parents.”
Thank you for being wealthy, Parents. Thanks to you, I only got hit once instead of twice by the thug.
I grab and cling to the thug’s pant leg, who was trying to chase the broadcasters.
Even though the thugs rushing out from the hallway have us tumbling in front of the stairs, blocking the path.
Eventually.
“Ah, just hit him!”
Just as one must beco independent from parents when grown.
Now, as I try to leave my parents’ shadow, just as the thug bro’s fists are about to greet .
“Hey, you guys.”
A man coming up the stairs.
A build that doesn’t lose to the thugs.
Taekwondo learned since childhood.
A young gangster who picked fights with third-year students since his second year of high school.
It was Pyo Jinho.
“Ah, ah! Jinho hyung!”
Had there ever been a ti when Pyo Jinho was so welco?
He grinned widely and pointed behind him, then shouted.
“Go.”
“That’s so cool, damn it.”
I quickly leave Pyo Jinho and run downstairs.
Passing by our friends as I go.
“You’ll have to pay dearly for this.”
Ahn Hyeon-ho, a notorious delinquent since high school.
“I’m enlisting in the army tomorrow. If this makes the news, do you think I could get so kind of reward leave?”
Kang Han-kang, who is enlisting with Pyo Jinho tomorrow.
“Woohjin, don’t worry and take care of the ladies downstairs first. I’ve called everyone I could.”
Jeong Chan-woo, following along with so kind of confidence.
“Our Chan-woo needs to be protected by his hyung.”
And the bald man.
Huh?
“Bald uncle?”
Worried that Chan-woo might get into trouble, it seems he ca along.
Anyway.
“Ah, you idiots are so damn cool!”
I shouted my thanks to our idiots, praising myself for having them as a minimal safety asure.
As I stepped out of the building, the kids were already gathered, trembling.
Seeing co out, they all hugged together, relieved.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
It felt like only about 30 seconds since I ca out.
President Hwang followed behind , cracking his shoulders.
“…Our kids?”
“Did I look easy enough to get beaten by college kids?”
Oh dear.
How can sothing cool not last even 30 seconds?
Watching the gangsters coming down in droves, I hoped the idiots hadn’t gotten beaten.
“It’s the police!”
The sticky, sweaty voices of n echoing from afar.
Late dawn.
All the n strolling the streets were wearing Engineering departnt jackets and were walking this way.
“This is Anonymous 300! You can take a break, but you can never quit!”
“This is Anonymous 301! Popo! I love Boss Popo on the stream!”
“This is Anonymous 302! Stream na Porolamin!”
Popo’s eyes, which were blankly staring at the Engineering departnt jackets, turned red again.
‘This is what Chan-woo was talking about.’
He said he called everyone he could.
With a heart full of disbelief, I turned on the Bamboo Forest app and showed the post written there to Popo.
- Anonymous 321: Fellow Engineering departnt students. Popo needs help. Please contact second-year engineering student Jeong Chan-woo.
↳ Anonymous 301: I’m from the Engineering departnt. I made a group chat.
↳ Anonymous302: I’m from the Departnt of Construction Engineering. Popo has a broadcast today, but since it’s not on, I was wondering if sothing happened.
↳ Anonymous303: I’m from the Departnt of Construction Engineering. Chan-woo, what’s going on.
Anonymous321 was Chan-woo.
Judging by the ti the post was made, it was before dealing with the thugs at the entrance.
It seems he called out like this because he was worried since he couldn’t reach .
‘Ah, thank goodness.’
Hearing the sirens, the police were also arriving.
I thought it was really over now, but.
“Ha, these cute bastards.”
President Hwang, as if intending to take things to the extre, clenched his teeth and strode towards us.
“You damn bastards. Do you think I’ll just stand by? Kim Woojin, that son of a bitch, relied on his parents, didn’t he?”
“…He did rely on his parents.”
Nodding in agreent, it seed to make President Hwang even angrier, as he ca stomping towards us.
“It’s not just my parents that I trust.”
Step.
A person blocking the path between and President Hwang.
Hair tied up, peeking out from under a white cap.
A dragon jumper that’s as good as their trademark.
A baseball bat showing the traces of ti on their shoulder.
“Whew.”
Spitting the cigarette butt from her mouth onto the ground, senior Ju-hee blocks President Hwang’s way.
“Pretty girl.”
“Yes, Boss!”
Did you really think I’d only call idiots when fighting gangsters?
The last bastion.
Our great leader turns her back, saying just one line.
“Pick up the cigarette butt, I’m a bit busy.”
“Yes! Of course, ma’am! I’ll pick them all up!”
The mont I quickly picked up the cigarette butt that senior Ju-hee dropped.
Senior Ju-hee’s baseball bat strikes directly into President Hwang’s abdon.
“Ugh!”
President Hwang’s body bends like the letter ‘L’.
His pupils, which didn’t even flinch when n rushed at him, trembled as he glared at senior Ju-hee.
However, there was no rcy in senior Ju-hee’s bat swing.
Smack!
The bat struck again on the fallen back.
As the refreshing sound of impact echoed, President. Hwang’s body was thrown forward, and this ti, senior Ju-hee’s knee kick landed squarely on his face.
At the mont his body, which was thrown forward, was about to fall backward.
“Hoo-wup!”
Once again, senior Ju-hee’s club swung swiftly and struck President Hwang’s abdon as he fell backward.
“Ugh!”
President Hwang retched violently.
Seeing this, senior Ju-hee looked down at President Hwang with cold eyes and muttered.
“Why do these guys keep showing up even after being dealt with?”
Ah, I really shouldn’t ss around.
Honestly, I didn’t think we would win.
I just thought she would buy us so ti until the police arrived.
“I love you, Captain Ju-hee!”
As soon as I raised both hands to cheer for Senior Ju-hee, she looked startled and flinched, glancing my way.
“Sh-shut up.”
Perhaps embarrassed by her fierce deanor, her face turned slightly red as a bonus.
‘Or maybe it’s red from getting President Hwang’s blood on her?’
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