Chapter 140 - Bad Delivery (2/2)

The delivery boy took two blind steps forward, bending down, throwing himself at Dae Won, who again used the improvised club against his opponent. It hit the boy twice in his back. The delivery man still managed to land a punch in the abdomen of the armed attacker, but he doubled over and fell to the ground.

Ji Hyeon had two alternatives.

At that moment, she chose to run.

°°°

The attack from behind took Chang Mi by surprise, but he understood one thing: that noona was in great danger. He had no idea what that woman was going through, but she was in a panic. Her face was not the best thing to see. It looked like a stained mask of skin drawing back her muscles of the face, stiff and scarry. But when that person lying on the bike path was ignored by the other cyclists, he had to stop and help her up. He didn't imagine at that moment, of course, that it would get you out of the way of his delivery so much, or that it would end that way. With him trying to hold a man armed with a stick while poor noona ran away.

Dizzied, he punched right on the kidney of the man wearing mask and hood, but he was losing strength. At that moment, he regretted never going with Kang Dae to the boxing gym or at least doing some exercise. When he fell to the floor, out of breath, Chang Mi felt his hands tingle as if they were burning. He tried to regain his balance, although his head and back hurt a lot. The man turned to go after the noona, and Chang Mi grabbed his ankles, feeling the energy flow out of his hands like a stream.

The man screamed, immediately falling to the floor with his chest.

Panting, Chang Mi concentrated on having the strength in his legs to get to his feet, bewildered,

'Did I shock the masked guy? What I am?'

It didn't matter now. He came close to the fallen man.

'Is he unconscious?'

”HEY! HEY!!!!” he shouted, overcome with aggressive euphoria. ”You son of a bitch, why did you do that, huh? What do you want with that noona, Uhn? Damn you!”

Still panting, he approached the man, who spun in a quick motion and hit him in the right knee with the stick. Chang Mi bent over again, in pain.

The student raised his hand, again feeling the rush of energy building up in his hands. However, before he could use it, the masked man hit him on the head again.

It was Chang Mi's turn to fall on his face on the asphalt, still watching the wheels of his scooter as the man got up, and followed behind the strange noona.

Chang Mi felt the blood drip from his forehead to his ears and the world spun over his head, but he didn't pass out. He just didn't have the strength to get up.

'Son of a bitch!' he thought, trying to join forces to get up and go after the bastard. But being honest with himself, he knew he couldn't.

Then he heard the intercom beep stop. Someone had finally answered.

But he needed a little more time to get up.

When he finally had the strength to do this without getting dizzy, Chang Mi went over to the mansion's intercom, and called until someone answered. A female voice that sounded annoyed answered,

”Yes?”

This was ridiculous. How to explain this through an intercom?

”Ajuhmeoni. I brought a woman here at her request. It would be better if I could explain it in person, because it is complicated. But someone attacked us in front of your home. A man came out of nowhere and hit me with a stick. I am bleeding.”

”So I'm going to call the police,” the arrogant voice said and hung up the intercom. Chang Mi pressed the button again, annoyed.

”Don't insist. I won't open the door to a stranger. Go to a hospital. I already said that I will call the police, you can wait on the street if you want.”

'Idiots! They think it's a scam,' he thought.

”Aishhh, ajuhmma! I brought the Agassi with a burnt face. She looked lost and disoriented. She said she wanted to go home. And that this was her address. She was about that size, and wore a pink sweatshirt, with hair this size and her face looked… burnt,” he gestured in front of the camera, trying to explain and convince them.

The intercom hung up immediately. Chang Mi insisted a little more, but only a few minutes later the same voice answered, this time furiously,

”I already called the police!”

”Aish! Aish! I quit! You are going to hell!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.

The police would arrive and he would be the bad guy, instead of the hero. He didn't need that in his life.

Chang Mi wiped his face again, frustrated, and went to his scooter. He'd better try to find this noona by himself.