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After leaving the hospital, Jong-seok stretched and looked around. Although it was a dark evening, the light from the hospital was bright.

The lights of streetlights there in places made the darkness disappear.

Looking around, Jong-seok's eyes showed two vans standing on one side.

'That must be it. Two face-to-face vans, more than ten people? You must have done a lot of research on me.’

If it is a gangster, it is too much to beat a young Korean doctor.

However, the two vans were moving, and they investigated Jongseok.

Lee Jong-seok appeared as a supporting actor in an action movie and defeated six armed sailors to overcome them.

There's no such thing as an investigation. Just search your name on the Internet.’

If you search your name on the Internet, you'll still see a video of you fighting the sailors.

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, started to move.

Start the move.

"Take care of it, make a video and send it."

Cam also has an expensive one, so don't worry.

"And as you can see from the video, he's a good fighter. You have to deal with it properly."

There are sixteen kids here. Sixteen to one wins unless it's a movie. Don't worry. Then I will contact you after work.

After finishing the call, Ko Sung-sil turned her head. Wangshin was lying in a VIP room at Seoul Hospital.

And an old man with such a Wangshin was watching.

"Mr. President."

At the call of Goseong-sil, old man Wang Dae-deok opened his mouth.

"Did he say he'sir.

"I'm chasing you now. We'll take care of it when there's a rare road."

"Good job."

Then Wang Daeduk, who was watching Wangshin for a while, opened his mouth.

"What's wrong with her?"

"They say there's nothing wrong with your body."

"Hurry up and heal, ··"

Wang Dae-duk, who was speaking, suddenly frowned.

It's starting to stink. At him, Wang Daeduk sighed and raised himself.

"Call the nurse and have her clean up."

"Okay."

"And, ··, tell him to catch and drag."

"Okay."

Then Wang Daeduk, who was leaving the hospital room, looked back at Wangshin. My only blood relative, my grandson, was lying like that, and I felt stuffy inside.

***

Jong-seok, who left the hospital and simply bought soju and snacks at a convenience store, was walking around.

And Jong-seok, who was sneaking out his cell phone, saw a van following him on one side of the screen.

'You're following me well.'

Jong-seok, muttered into his mind, checked the time and began to move.

Where he headed was a deserted place for the van children to attack.

However, in the deserted place where Jong-seok went, there was a CCTV with a street lamp.

Entering the deserted road, Jong-seok felt the van stop behind him.

'You must have wanted a place like this.’

Jong-seok, who hurriedly moved to another place with that thought, approached the place where CCTVs and several cars were located.

I could hear people running to Jong-seok's ears after checking the CCTV and the red spots of the black box from the car.

When Jong-seok turned around, he saw a baseball bat flying rapidly toward his head.

It's hard from the start.’

Jong-seok, muttered to himself, quickly raised his hand, touched the baseball bat and brought his forehead along with reducing his strength.

And the head of a rock that bounces back ···.

CCTVs that can't even store sound will be filmed as if Jong-seok was hit by a baseball bat.

"What are you doing! George!"

A gangster who was running behind him shouted at the man who wielded the bat.

The man holding the bat looked at the stalks with puzzled eyes.

Wielding a baseball bat to hit a person, one knows how it feels.

Now I hit Jong-seok on the head, but he didn't feel anything at all.

"If you hit too well, your hands are numb. Is that so?'

A gangster who thought of such lines in a baseball cartoon swung a baseball bat at Jong-seok again.

But Jong-seok did not intend to postpone it twice.

Boooong!

Jong-seok, who dodged the fast-moving baseball bat, hit the gangster in the neck.

Puck!

"Click, clink!

A large lump of phlegm began to vomit out of the mouth of the gangster, who had been stepping back in groaning.

The pain was severe, but the sputum that was filled with sputum was vomited.

Jong-seok frowned at the sight. I didn't mean to keep the man running with malice healthy.

'Suta stops. It's a fight.’

200 experience of fighting from Paol, a missionary who died in Japan.

That's enough. If you mix martial arts 200 in a dry ball, it's like this gangster.

Along with the thought, Jong-seok's movement changed smoothly, and he took his feet while catching the rushing mob.

Boooong!

Jong-seok, who hit the head of a rising gangster, bowed his head to avoid a baseball bat swinging from behind.

Then he hit the man's knee with a bat.

Dismissed!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok hit his knee in the face of a man bending over his body screaming with the sound of a knee bone sticking out.

Phew!

Boom boom!

Others rushed along with the man who couldn't scream and fell backward.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok ran into such men.

***

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok, who hit the screaming man's throat, gave up his breath. The only person who just stood around the man was Jong-seok.

"Whoa!"

Jong-seok, who gave up his long breath, looked around.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

"Uh!"

The fallen men were groaning and twisting themselves. It was inevitable that he only focused on the most painful parts of the human body when he hit them, although he fought with a fighting experience.

Besides, Sutta sealed and fought. If you had fought with a hit, you would feel refreshed and healthier when you wake up, but now that you've fought with a fight, your whole body will ache and ache for days or weeks.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the moaning gangsters, looked down at the ground.

"There was a camcorder..."

Watching things like a broken baseball bat and a sashimi knife, I found a camcorder on one side.

While fighting, he saw one of the gangsters holding a camcorder.

And the one holding the camcorder is down now.

When I turned on the camcorder, the gangster's conversation was well recorded with his appearance.

"You're good at fighting. Let's hit the head first."

"Okay."

"Be sure. It's a special order from the chairman."

"Don't worry. We've never done this before. Is it 16 to 1 that you're not connected to?"

"Okay. Let's go!"

At the end of the conversation, Jong-seok nodded when he saw the video of the gangsters rushing to him and swinging a baseball bat.

"That's enough."

When I thought of that, I heard the phone ringing from somewhere. While looking around him, he walked to the place where Jong-seok heard the sound and took out his cell phone.

Jong-seok got it when he saw the name on his phone.

"Hello."

Along with the horse, Jong-seok, who pressed the recording button, heard the voice of Ko Sung-sil.

How'd that go?

"I totally killed Lee Jong-seok."

All right. The chairman said he'd see it himself. Bring him there.

"Where is it?”

What? Wait, who are you?

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

Ko Seong-sil, who was silent for a while, laughed at Jong-seok's words.

That's great. It's not a movie. You beat 16 to 1.

"The president wants to see me, and I'd like to see him. Who does such a great job in children's fights?"

Would you like to come?

"Send me the place and I'll be there."

Then, I'll text you the location.

When Ko Seong-sil hung up the phone, Jong-seok took up the camcorder and shifted his steps.

Jongseok was entering a construction site in Seoul.

Entering a construction site with a sign of Daedeok Construction, Jongseok was able to see gangsters burning firewood in a drum.

'That's quite a lot.

Jong-seok, who was looking at gangsters standing around the drum, stepped toward Goseong-sil on one side.

When the gangsters tried to move, Ko Sung-sil raised her hand.

"That's where the president is."

The gangsters stopped moving at the words of the high-pitched room.

Passing by such gangsters, Jong-seok looked at the old man sitting on a chair next to the ancient chamber.

"Are you the president?"

Wang Daeduk nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"I really didn't expect you to come alone.

"I'm coming to see the president, do I have to come with my parents?”

"That's not true."

Then Wang Daeduk said while looking at Jongseok.

"I've heard you're an oriental doctor, 크· 크 you have a big wall.”

"My contents aren't that big."

"Are you saying that even after seeing this situation?"

"It's just because my wall can handle it."

"Ha!"

Wang Daeduk, who was watching Jongseok as if he was having fun, opened his mouth.

"I don't think you came without calling the police. Would that's all right?"

Through a police cord, it was confirmed that there were no reported calls through 112.

"I came because I thought it would be okay."

"You must be confident.”

"In fact, I'm grateful to the president."

"To me?"

"I would have been a little frustrated if you touched me or my family with money or power. But it's easier for me to deal with it because you's fist."

"You're so cocky."

Wang Daeduk put his hand in his pocket as he looked at Jongseok, as if he was smiling but speaking inside.

And Wang Dae-duk, who took the jade bottle out of his pocket, took out a ring, put it in his mouth and began to chew.

I was puzzled by Jong-seok's face when I saw it. Wang Daeduk took out the jade bottle, ··, and got used to it.

The jade bottle with a dragon carved on its head is special.

"Do you see?"

Wang Dae-duk glanced at the jade bottle at Jong-seok's murmur and tilted his head.

"Do you know this?"

"How does the chairman do that?”

Since the body is being sold at a licensed clinic, it is not unusual to take it if you know the effectiveness of the medicine.

However, the bodyguards sold by licensed clinics are sold in plastic bottles.

And the jade bottles bearing dragon designs were sent to Jin Yang-woo for special production by Heo Ga-won.

"Then start, ··"

Wang Daeduk's face, which was saying, was filled with wonder. Jongseok takes out his cell phone.

"You're not recording now?

"I feel like I should have, but I haven't done it yet."

Tti tti tti!

Jongseok dialed his cell phone number and looked at Wang Daedeok.

"I'll just make a phone call for a moment.”

"It's no use doing it to the police."

We have already put our hands on District 112. Wang Dae-duk's face, which was saying it was too late to call the police now, was puzzled.

Jong-seok began to talk in Chinese.

"Jin Tanger, that Jong-seok. Yes. Do you have a client in Korea? You don't have it? There's someone here who has a jade bottle. We only send it to you. Yes. It's an old man named Wang Daeduk. You know what? Oh, yeah, we're together."

Wang Daeduk looked at the stalactites with curious eyes.

What is it? Who are you talking to? Prison bottle?'

When Wang Dae-duk wondered, Jong-seok reached out his cell phone to him.

"He wants a change."

Jong-seok raised his cell phone again to the mysterious Wang Daeduk.

"Someone take it. He's happy to see you.”

When Wang Daeduk looked at Jongseok with an absurd face and saw Ko Seong-sil, he approached him.

Ko Sung-sil, who took the cell phone, held it out to Wang Daeduk.

Wang Dae-duk, who tilted his head to the name on his cell phone, answered the phone.

"Hello."

Long time no see, Wang Dae-in.

A voice from beyond the phone raised Wang Daedeok.

"Maybe, 대 진 대 대 대 대 대 대 대?"

Hahaha! I'm Jin Yang-woo. By the way, I was surprised. I didn't know that Master Wang knew our agenda.

"Title?"

The agenda and I are the brothers, Quansy.

"Brother Quanshi, ··"

It seems like the world is too small for me to know each other without me knowing.

Wang Daedeok looked at Jong-seok and said to Jin Yang-woo, who looked happy with a smile.

"How did you get to know him, Lee Jong-seok, and Mr. Lee?"

It's very close, because the agenda saved me from nearly dying on the plane and helped me lose a lot of money.

Wang Daeduk's face hardened by Jin Yang-woo's words.

'What about the old 지··지지?

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