Chapter 297 (2/2)

I then recalled what Eun Jiho said to me about Woo San before.

‘Hey, Ham Donnie. If you ever get to see someone who looks just the same as Jooin, never get close to him.’

‘Why? Is he that bad?’

‘He’s like a kind hurricane. Get it?’

At that time, I replied composedly.

‘If it were you, would you get it?’

I also recalled what he had said after.

‘Um, so… hmm… Let’s put it this way. It wasn’t intentional, but wherever he goes, he demolishes everything…’

Tracing back our conversation to that point, I looked in front again.

I couldn’t repress laughter inwardly, thinking, ‘Eun Jiho, did you say a kind hurricane? Are you serious?’ Looking at the dark and brutal atmosphere waving on his shoulders, I trembled for a moment.

The energy Woo San was emitting was far different than the calm force Eun Hyung showed us rarely and also than the murderous spirit Yi Ruda hid inside him cautiously. So to compare his drive with something, I would say it was like the blind madness of a beast.

As soon as the table collapsed with a thud, one of the boys on the sofa stretched himself and attacked Woo San. ‘Holy Christ!’ I was so frightened that I pulled Jooin, who was still standing blankly beside me. Having a yet pale face like that of a china doll, Jooin just got dragged in the way I pulled him.

Woo San, who was just staring at the attacker expressionlessly without a blink of an eye, then pulled the boy’s arm and threw him on the pile of ruins around the collapsed table.

With the sound of someone suddenly floating high up in the air, the glasses and dishes broken into pieces. It was such a spectacular sight just like the scene in an action movie. The problem was, however, that those who created the sight were wearing school uniforms. The look on my face began to turn awfully grim.

Watching the sight in a daze, the purple haired-boy, who said he was a nationwide Number 2 or whatever, yelled out of the blue.

“Woo San! Who told you to pick a fight as soon as you came here?!”

Destroying everything inside the room almost in a flash, Woo San dusted off his hands and replied, “I felt tickles in my ears as if someone was talking behind my back, so I came here and heard some bullshits.”

What Woo San just said made me put a strange look on my face. Did he just say that he came here because he felt a tickle in his ear? Gosh, were the top-ranking high school fighters having a GPS device in their ears? How could they know someone was talking about them and even figure out the exact location to jump in ASAP?

The purple haired boy’s response returned, “Still, you must make an excuse. How can you just throw the table in the first place?”

Woo San then lifted his chin as if he felt very upset.

“Why do I need to make an excuse? Am I the same as these shitheads of Dae Woon High School? I didn’t bring anyone to my room! Oh, of course, I never asked the managers to bring the girls to our room either.”

Listening to his remark, I let out an exclamation to myself. A-ha, so that was what happened. His sudden appearance was like a disaster to One-card members of Dae Woon High School, but it was helpful for me to grasp the overall situation.

The reason why we were suddenly dragged to this room by the managers was that probably those kids from Dae Woon High School had requested to do such a thing in advance.

Getting aware of what was happening to that extent, I subtly grimaced. I mean, we got in this club with ease because of these underage students, but how could I deal with this ironic situation at the same time? Heaving a sigh, I tried to see what would happen next. A boy, whom Woo San punched in the face, covered his cheek and cried out, “Are you kidding me? I saw a girl in your room. She was a grownup woman who had wavy red hair with a glittering gold outfit!”

After his remark, I saw Woo San and the purple-haired boy displaying an enigmatic look on their faces at the same time. A moment after, Woo San tossed a question with a sullen face.

“Are you guys talking about Dae Lisa, the nationwide Number 10?”

“W… hat?!!”

In front of the stammering boy from Dae Woon High School, this time, the purple haired-boy stepped forward.

With a notably straight face, he uttered, “If you don’t want to let life pass you by, you better take back your words. Lisa indeed looks a bit old, but if she hears that, then you’ll––”

Before he even finished his sentence, a cheerful voice cut into his words.

“––Gong Haru, you son of a bit*h!”

Someone’s leg then suddenly appeared through the crystal bead curtain and kicked the purple hair, I mean, Gon Haru in his back. Although it wasn’t a time to think about such a thing, at that fleeting moment, I said to myself, ‘Gong Haru? Wow, what a speechless name…’