"W-where are my executioners?" Roman’s voice trembled as he jumped up to his feet.
"Where do you think?" Yohan answered, taking a step closer.
"Y-you defeated them, h-how?!" He mumbled with his eyes widened from disbelief.
By now, Gunjoo had finished freeing the girl.
"Yohan..." Remi cried as she rushed at him, wrapping her hands around him and hugging him tightly.
Tears poured from her eyes as she sobbed.
"I was so scared...."
Yohan held her closely.
"It’s fine now. I would never let anything happen to you," he stroked her hair gently.
Seeing that Yohan was distracted, Roman rushed to his safe and typed in the password.
Before Yohan and Gunjoo could even react, the iron door of the safe swung open, but they never expected what he would take out of it.
It was a small box of cupcakes.
They stared at him curiously, wondering what the hell he was doing.
He laughed, "I don’t know how you guys managed to take down my guys, but I’ll show you that messing with me was your biggest mistake."
Then he ate all three of the remaining cupcakes in one instance.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing?" Gunjoo moved closer to him. "Can’t you read the room? You should be on your knees begging for your life–"
SLAP!
A single slap from Roman sent him crashing into the wall.
"I can never get used to this feeling." Roman stared at his hand in awe, a slow, sinister grin spreading across his face.
"Remi, wait for me outside..." Yohan whispered to her.
"O-okay," she responded before rushing out the room.
"Aren’t you also going to run away?" Roman smirked, taking off his shirt to reveal a hideous tattoo with scribbles that hardly make any sense.
"No, I’m more curious about what you ate back there," Yohan said, taking a glance at Gunjoo passed out on the floor.
’A single slap was able to knock him out.’ He could tell that Roman wasn’t normal, at least not after eating that cake.
"It’s the same thing your executioners ate, right?" He inquired
But Roman chuckled instead. "Aren’t you scared about what I’m about to do to you? Mr. Hatoru didn’t want us to attack you directly, but all that doesn’t matter now..."
"...Now that you are here, I’m going to fucking kill you," he added coldly as he approached Yohan.
Yohan was already preparing himself for a fight.
Roman closed the gap between them in an instant, sending a punch straight to his abdomen, but Yohan moved the metal bat to intercept it.
The sound of his hand meeting the bat was metallic and brutal, like steel slamming against steel. A violent tremor shot up his arm, numbing his shoulder.
Yet it didn’t look like there was any damage to his hand; instead, it was the bat that had a huge dent the shape of his fist.
"You blocked that?" His brow twitched upward. In the next instant, he wrenched the bat aside and thrust his knee toward Yohan’s face.
Yohan let go of the bat and threw up both arms just in time to catch the blow. For the first time, it took actual effort to stop a blow.
It didn’t end there as Roman unleashed a barrage of punches on Yohan. He kept his guard up and blocked every single one, looking for an opening to strike.
Yohan could tell that Roman was a trained fighter with experience, but that wasn’t enough to explain the explosive strength he was displaying.
’It’s going to wear out in a few minutes...’ He knew it would probably be the same as when he’d fought the executioners.
’...But why don’t I just take him out now?’
Roman’s hand cut through the air like a blade. Yohan blocked it with one forearm, stepped forward and hammered a kick into the side of Roman’s knee. The joint buckled with a sharp, accusing sound as the swing died midair.
Roman staggered, a snarl tearing from his throat as he crashed to one knee. The sound of the joint giving out still echoed between them, raw and ugly.
Yohan didn’t wait, closing up on him and knocking him to the ground with a kick.
Even with his superhuman strength, Roman was no match for him.
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A few minutes later, Gunjoo came to from his slap-induced rest. The world blurred into focus and landed on Yohan, who was bouncing with barely contained excitement.
"W-what are you doing?" he murmured.
"Oh, you’re finally up," Yohan said, grinning so wide it split his face. "Look what I found." He waved a fat stack of $100 bills, then tossed it into the black bag. He reached into the safe again, grabbed another handful, and shoved those in too.
"Come help me, before the cops get here. There’s, like, a million bucks in this safe."
He continued taking out the money and shoving it inside the bag.
Gunjoo got on his feet almost immediately. "You can’t take it. If Hatoru finds out you stole from him, it’ll be a whole different situation."
"We just have to make sure he doesn’t," He said, not even bothering to stop for a moment. He was already on his second bag.
"That’s not possible! He would find out and then you’ll really be in danger," Gunjoo grabbed his arm and tried to stop him. This was something even he wouldn’t do.
To steal from a gang boss was outright challenging their authority in the criminal world. No one has ever done something like this and made it out alive.
"Then so be it. I doubt they would leave me alone after what I did here,"
He put the last few stacks in the bag and zipped it up.
"Here, you take them back to your office."
"What?! Why me?"
"Because I called the cops. I have to wait for them." He hooked a finger under the bag’s strap.
"And don’t touch it. I know exactly how much is inside," he claimed, with a stern expression.
Gunjoo could tell that was an obvious lie, but he still decided he wouldn’t touch the money. After what he had just seen Yohan do today, he was probably even more scared of the kid than he was of any gang boss.