Chapter 243: Snatched (3)

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Chapter 243: Snatched (3)

The abandoned factory Kang Eun-Yeong found herself in was a structure with a huge doorway in the middle and numerous small windows on top of the said doorway. And now, blinding rays of light were bursting through those small windows.

The balaclava-wearing men started getting flustered as they yelled.

“What the hell is that?”

“Maybe the headlights of a car?”

“What? Why would anyone come to such a remote place?!”

The darkness of the night had been fairly deep, so the light coming from beyond the windows made everything seem so bright like it was the middle of a day.

“What... is that noise?” Someone asked that question, forcing everyone else to listen closely.

Vroom...

That sounded like a low, rumbling exhaust note. That alone was nothing remarkable. It was possible for someone lost to drive past this place, after all. However, the problem was that the noise was gradually getting louder with every passing second.

“Huh? Eh?”

The balaclava-wearing men fixed their gazes on the front gate. They were obviously martial artists familiar with cultivation techniques. Regular people would have needed a little more time to figure out that the engine sound was quickly getting louder and louder but not these men.

That noise was distinctively different from an unmoving car with its accelerator being depressed while in neutral. Which could only mean someone was quickly driving toward this building from afar! And as if to prove that assumption was correct, the light pouring in through the windows was getting brighter and brighter, too.

The flustered martial artists stared at the gate wide-eyed.

VROOOOOOM!

The sound of an engine about to explode sharply increased near the front gate.

“F-f*ck! Dodge it!”

KA-BOOM!

The firmly-shut factory gate flew away. One of the two-part doors exploded and flew up into the ceiling, while the other one was twisted off its hinges and shoved back. This carnage was immediately followed by a crimson sportscar shooting blinding high beams. It crashed straight into the factory with scarcely believable velocity.

“Son of a...!”

The balaclava-wearing men spat out various expletives at the charging vehicle and hurriedly jumped out of the way. The red sportscar easily broke through the ranks of the martial artists, then spun around to kick up choking dust clouds.

Screeeeech!

The car slid and screeched noisily to a halt right next to Kang Eun-Yeong and her manager. It ticked and vibrated unsteadily.

“...Who is this crazy motherf*cker?”

The balaclava-wearing martial artists landed back on solid earth and cursed in disbelief. No one with a sane mind would crash into a factory like this. If the factory doors had been a few millimeters thicker, the car would be destroyed, and its driver would be on their way to the afterlife.

And they were also cursing because...

“Holy sh*t, how much do you think that car is?”

How could they not curse while staring at that expensive vehicle's ruined front bumper? Just a little dint on that fine, sculpted body would lead to a heart-stopping repair bill, but now, its entire front was wrecked beyond repair. Not even a chairman of a huge corporation would dare to do that casually.

“...Whoever you are, get out, now!”

Before the martial artists could get their reply, someone else's sharp cry echoed inside the factory. “Orabi!”

Kang Eun-Yeong's tearful voice broke out, followed by the creak of the reticent door being forced open. The door frame creaked.

Creak...

Creak...!

However, the door refused to budge. It was designed to open upward, but the crumpled front bumper seemed to have distorted the rest of the body panels, causing the door to get stuck. However, that didn't matter, as...

Bang!

A loud, clean impact noise accompanied the driver's door breaking off the hinges to fly far away. Almost at the same time, pure-white smoke began pouring out from the now-open driver's side.

Gulp...

The sound of someone loudly gulping their saliva echoed inside the factory.

“Well, that brat is her brother, right? It means he's Kang Jin-Ho, our target. We don't have any other business with Kang Eun-Yeong, so it's more convenient for us that she excused herself on her own.”

“What if she calls the cops on us?”

“So what if she does? Is Kang Jin-Ho gonna buy time until the cops show up? We don't need that much time to deal with some brat now, do we? Let them leave. We'll mop this up quickly and go home afterward. Simple.”

“Shouldn't we contact Mister Hyeon-Su, too?”

“You ain't a little kid, so why do you wanna keep calling the higher-ups to get permission every single time?”

The balaclava-wearing men stopped paying attention to the car driving away. They turned their heads toward Kang Jin-Ho.

“The higher-ups will tie up the loose ends. We only need to do as we're told and wreck that brat.”

Kang Jin-Ho started moving, and in a rather leisurely way at that.

As Kang Jin-Ho walked, the balaclava-wearing martial artists stared back in slight disbelief.

“Wow. This brat has some balls, eh?”

“He drove straight through a factory's doors with a Lamborghini, so yeah, he's obviously insane. Doing something like that isn't a matter of being rich or not, after all. Without some screws missing in your head, you can't possibly do something that ballsy, you know?”

“...You have a point there.”

Kang Jin-Ho didn't spare them a single glance. He looked as if he couldn't hear a word of what they were yapping on about.

“By the way, what... is that brat doing?”

The balaclava-wearing martial artists realized Kang Jin-Ho's walking direction was a bit weird, so they narrowed their eyes and continued to watch. Kang Jin-Ho wasn't walking toward the exit, nor was he closing the gap between him and the martial artists.

No, he arrived at where the door had landed after flying toward the ceiling earlier. Kang Jin-Ho wordlessly stared at it, then reached down to pick up the crumpled piece of metal.

“Oh?”

The martial artists were slightly taken aback by that demonstration.

That was one of the metal doors used for a large factory's front entrance. Both its size and weight were in another class compared to a regular building. Kang Jin-Ho's physical strength, which allowed him to lift that huge door with only one hand, left quite a bit of an impression.

“Huh, I guess he's not all talk, then?”

“That's why he probably caused this mess in the first place.”

“By the way, what is he trying to do with that? Why did he even pick that door up?”

Right at that moment...!

Kang Jin-Ho lifted up that piece of the door that should weigh at least several hundred kilograms and wildly threw it.

“Heok?!”

The door whistled past as the sound of storm winds exploded in its wake before slamming into the open doorway.

KA-BOOOOOM!

The entire factory rumbled and shook as if it would collapse. Dust tumbled down from seemingly everywhere.

“What is he doing?!”

The balaclava-wearing martial artists all flinched while looking at where that door had lodged itself. Kang Jin-Ho was already standing there, and he still didn't bother to stare at them. He grabbed the other door hanging loose on its broken hinges and slowly pushed it close.

Creeeeaaak...

The metal door issued goosebump-inducing friction noises.

“Isn't he...?”

The balaclava-wearing men finally figured out what Kang Jin-Ho had been doing all this time. He was 'returning' the broken doors to their original place!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Kang Jin-Ho kicked the doors several times to securely shut the doorway. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, he let go and slowly turned around to face the group of martial artists. And on his lips was a deep grin—a grin absent on his face before.

“Now...” Kang Jin-Ho muttered; his voice sounded turbid and dark. He sounded completely different from when he was talking to Kang Eun-Yeong only a few short moments ago. It was as if a devil stuck in hell was whispering while clamoring to get out.

It sounded vicious and monstrous but also preternaturally calm. Kang Jin-Ho’s voice contained emotions that shouldn't be able to co-exist at the same time.

“Now, none of you can escape.”

Kang Jin-Ho's smile was incredibly bright.