The Law of Webnovels - Chapter 297
Chapter 297: Chapter 297
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‘Where in the world is there a group of high school kids who could borrow the whole club?!’ I couldn’t say that out loud but just shouted to myself. That was when the look on their faces changed out of the blue.
Quickly turning my head aside, I found someone stepping into the room while opening the beaded curtain. As soon as the person came in, we had eye contact. The guy’s dark purple hair swayed through the long crystal beads; however, unlike Lucas, who looked like a foreigner at first glance, this person was definitely Korean.
He was a boy with a threatening physique and dark purple pony hair. Would he be about 190 cm tall? Since he had such a big muscular physique, I could feel a different type of drive from him compared to Yoo Chun Young, who was as tall as he was.
When he opened the beaded curtain and encountered me and Jooin, the boy slightly frowned. He then turned his head toward the One-card or whatever of Dae Woon High School and flung a question.
“Did you guys force the guests downstairs to come up here? I told you not to do this again.”
The air in the room soon turned dark. Meanwhile, the boy looked at us and whispered, “Sorry, you can go back.”
“Eh? Uh, thank you…”
Replying sulkily, I quickly snatched Jooin’s wrist. I had no idea who he was, but I was just thankful to him for providing us a chance to get out of this ridiculous place.
That was when Jooin and I tried to leave the room. One of the One-card members of Dae Woon High School yelled with a suddenly reddened face that looked like a boiled octopus.
“Eek…! Who the hell asked you to take care of something like this?”
The purple haired-boy then raised his chin and responded nonchalantly, which made me cough noisily as if something went down the wrong pipe.
“Then, since the nationwide Number 1 has disappeared, who else could handle this situation when I, the nationwide Number 2, am not in charge?”
“Khoff, Khak, Khak…!”
“Mama, are you okay?!”
Throwing away his girlish act and voice out of perplexity, Jooin asked me in his usual voice.
I lifted my head with teary eyes, thinking, ‘What? The nationwide Number 2? The nationwide Number 1 is gone? I thought I just got out of the world of mega-rich families, and now what… Am I now in the world of top rankers, also known as the top high school fighters?’
What was more surprising was that the so-called nationwide TOP rankers were bewildered by my cough. ‘Maybe they are just normal high school students than I thought…’ I thought in that way as I kept coughing helplessly. One of the boys then handed me a cup of water.
“Take a sip.”
“Um, no thanks… I’m fine…”
Regarding the atmosphere in this room, it wasn’t strange at all if the cup of water was actually a glass of alcohol.
When I refused him determinedly, the boy, who put down the cup of water in embarrassment, suddenly turned his head to the purple-haired boy and shouted, “I understand what you’re talking about, but it isn’t fair if you’re doing this only to us! Earlier, I saw the kids of Sun Jin High School also bringing up the girls from downstairs.”
The boy with purple hair replied with a grimace, “Sun Jin High School? I was there just until now, but I didn’t see any girls in that room.”
“I clearly saw them with other girls!”
An icy-cold voice then intervened between us.
“Are you talking about us?”
Just before turning my head in that direction, I saw a brown silhouette; however, as soon as that figure came into view, the table was flipped over with a loud noise. The kids of Dae Woon High School jumped up to the sofa to avoid the things falling from the table. Their faces then tinged pale as if they saw the angel of death.
In the sudden chaotic situation, I turned aside to look at Jooin and found him also becoming pale-faced, just like the other boys. Quickly grabbing his arm, I asked, “Joo… sun, what’s wrong? Joosun?”
At that moment, someone’s desperate cry pierced through the air inside the room.
“Woo San, is it you again?!!”
I, who became stiff for quite a while at that shriek, soon turned my head.
Through the yet bluish light, a boy with elaborate facial features, well-defined jawline, and hair as brown as that of Jooin came into sight. I wished I could just pass out as I looked at his familiar face.
A boy was standing there who looked like Jooin in a hypothetical future when Jooin would grow taller and become more athletic.
I then recalled what Eun Jiho said to me about Woo San before.
‘Hey, Ham Donnie. If you ever saw 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 my 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 differed from 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.
Once 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 got dragged in my direction.
Woo San, who was just staring at the attacker expressionlessly without a blink of an eye, 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 were 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 view 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 his hands and replied, “I felt tickles in my ears like 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, did the top-ranking high school fighters have 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 distraught.
“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 the 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 probably that 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-haired guy, I mean, Gong Haru, in his back. Although it wasn’t the right time to think about such a thing, at that fleeting moment, I said to myself, ‘Gong Haru? Wow, what a name…’
