My Dad Is Too Strong

a cab that separates Cheonho Bridge

Cha glanced at Dojun in the next seat.

Do-joon, who is muttering while looking at a pile of papers that look like dozens of pages in A4.

She recalled the situation twenty minutes ago.

* * *

"What? You don't have to strain yourself. Mr. Dojun."

Kwon Hyuk-soo grinned.

Do-joon is unable to find his place right away and deal with basic administrative systems.

Furthermore, it was not possible to send a person who had been in intensive care until yesterday to a crack (class F.

"He, yes. Dojun. Think of it as learning step by step from the beginning of work. And the hunter has already posted an official letter of correction for Hyuk-soo."

Dojun looked around.

The chief, all the staff in the department were looking at him.

Some people chatted over each other's faces, as if they thought they were not caught.

"I understand you're not trustworthy. It's natural to think the other way around. By the way, please trust me this time."

"······."

"Help me to be part of the team."

At that remark.

Kwon Hyuk-soo, who had been absent-minded, smiled.

Then he walked to the cabinet, picked up a file file and handed it to Dojun.

.

"Hey! Kwon Hyuk-soo! What are you doing?"

"Captain, you're also part of our team, right?""

"He, he is."

"I understand your anxiety. as the chief in charge of the system All of our staff know we're on edge, just in case there's any accident. By the way. To be honest with you so far."

Kwon Hyuk-soo looked through each of the department's employees.

"Is there anyone who thought you were a real team member?""

The staff avoided eye contact.

Kang Chul-soo's face turned red and raised his voice.

"Ya, ··, ···. Man! Well, of course not! He's our youngest!"

"When Mr. Dojun was seriously injured, when he said he was unconscious. Someone said that at lunch. Maybe we could hire a new employee. Did anyone ever get mad then? You all liked it inside, right?"

The words brought the mood down.

Then a female employee stood up and shouted.

"No, Mr. Hyuk-soo. How can you say that? When did we ever think of that?"

"Let's be honest! We."

Kwon Hyuk-soo raised his voice.

A loud voice came all the way to the next department, and staff from other departments stood up from their seats and looked this way with a puzzled look.

"When Mr. Dojun came in. Honestly, I was really annoyed. You seem to have entered the disabled category, but how can you pick someone like this for your life-changing cracks? The personnel department was resentful. I can't even answer the phone properly, teach them and turn around and forget. You can't even see the effort, and when the other employees are still at work, you get off work on time at six o'clock!"

Kwon Hyuk-soo's shoulders were up and down.

Sweep your bangs and breathe.

"I still hate you. It's because you don't show off. But it's about to change. You're trying your best. If we keep treating them like we don't have them, we'll continue to be the same."

Dojun received the transfer letter from Kwon Hyuk-soo and held it in his hand.

"Dowoon, you're my successor. And I'm the shooter of Dojun. Chief, no, everyone. I'll take all the responsibility. So just once. Please believe me just this once."

Bug.

Kwon Hyuk-soo bowed his head.

Dabbuck.

Dojun was next to Kwon Hyuk-soo.

Then bend your back, and lower your head at 90 degrees.

Seeing it, Kang Chul-soo gave a false laugh.

"Go. Lee Do-joon.""

After a while,

Dojun went to the City Hall with Cha Ye-ji.

And the heavy atmosphere of the office.

"Hey, Kwon Hyuk-soo!"

At Kang Chul-soo's call, Kwon Hyuk-soo jumped up from his seat and ran.

"Yes, sir."

"You punk. What is that, you said that at lunch, all for your own sake. Hyuk-soo, you're so pathetic. What Suyeon said."

"I'm sorry."

"There we go. Water that's already spilled. Let's see if the sprouts are yellow or shabby."

* * *

Thick.

Dojun covered the file and put it back in his briefcase.

It was a short time, but after five quick readings, I was able to understand how the work was going. The main task is to acquire information on cracks.

Originally, the project was carried out by subcontracting to the Hunter Association, but the government began to work directly due to widespread corruption issues, including false reports of documents caused by disputes over interests between large guilds.

"So we didn't even say our last name. My name is Dojun Lee."

"Well, I'm Cha Ye-ji! I am 21 years old."

"I'm sorry I looked ugly earlier."

"Oh, no!"

Then in Dojun's eyes came the carrier at the foot of Cha Ye-ji.

"What is that?"

"Oh. This? This is a suit case. There's my armor and weapon in here. It's a must-have item when you fight monsters."

a gain on talent

Before I knew it, the taxi arrived at its destination.

Neighborhood Park located in Myeongil-dong, Gangdong-gu.

This is where class F crack occurred.

a roaring roar

There was a large crowd.

There was a staff member dispatched from the Hunter Association and a military and police officer in control.

It was to prevent ordinary citizens from entering the cracks.

Swoosh.

Then Cha Ye-ji put the suitcase down on the floor, and took out the contents of it.

It contained a sword and a small bead made of materials other than railways and alloys.

Cha Ye-ji took out the bead as if she was used to it and brought it to her chest.

Then the suit, which had been compressed into the beads, naturally covered her whole body.

a full-length white tights

It was a so-called "jjoljabi" worn by hunters in combat.

"Hooh."

Do-jun exclaimed his admiration at the sight for its novelty.

How can such clothes come out of that little bead?

"Hehe. You've never seen him before?"

"Yes, it's amazing."

"It's the lowest-grade suit we get from the factory, but it's still three million won. It's very expensive, right?"

"I see. The sword?"

"This is the sword of soldier Skeleton, a Class D monster. About 250,000 won? It's not that expensive. Rumor has it that the Skeleton soldier carved his own bone. It's quite sharp and has good cutting power."

Dojun nodded.

To be honest

There was not much interest.

No matter how expensive she wears a suit or what sword she wears.

It's just a contracted hunter for Dojun.

Because it was nothing more or less.

"Let's go, then."

"Yes. Oh, what do you call it?"

"I don't care."

Dojun took out his civil service card and approached the Hunter Management Bureau staff who controlled the entry and exit.

Cha said with a sizzling smile, chasing after such Dojun.

"Then I'll call you the manager. Because you manage the crack."

"Yes. That's what I think you can call it."

An employee at Hunter's Management Bureau confirmed the civil service card issued by Dojun.

And I put my thumb on the prepared device.

[Crack Management Department, Mr. Lee Do-joon confirmed.

"Yes, it's confirmed. You may enter."

The staff smiled and stretched their hands toward the crack.

Cha Ye-ji swallows her saliva.

I saw a crack about ten meters from the ground.

It's called grade F, but it's my first time to crack alone.

Of course, the total number of Dojuns was two, but he thought it was an exception because he was an ordinary person.

It was then.

"Hey, who is this?"

a deep male voice

Cha Ye-ji's shoulders trembled slightly when she heard the voice.

Because it was a voice I never wanted to meet.

If you turn your head,

Two men and a woman were walking in.

Cha Ye-ji bowed her head.

"It's been a long time. Right? I thought Hunter gave up. That wasn't it?"

The man, dressed in a suit decorated with sparkling gold and sunglasses, stood tall in front of Cha Ye-ji and grinned. And I tilted my head to see Dojun standing next to Cha Yeji.

"Did you join the guild?"

"····응응응."."

"Hooh. There's a place that accepts you? Mana can't even get an injection."

The man scanned Dojun up and down.

Dojun looked at Cha Ye-ji and said,

"Do you know him?"

"네·네네네네네네. Previously at the same academy, ·······. Hunter was ready, ·········."

a crawling little voice

At that time, he found a civil servant's card that Do-jun had around his neck in his eyes.

After a while, the man burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! You've entered the contract hunter, haven't you? Well, the guild won't accept you. You're here, I'm sure you're in grade F. No, I don't have a mana, so of course it's grade F."

"······."

Dojun could see Cha Ye-ji's legs shaking.

But it has nothing to do with himself.

Not only do we not know what the two have been like in the past, but even if we do, Dojun and Cha Yeji are simply employers and contractors. There was no reason for Dojun to step up.

"That's enough. It doesn't look good."

Do-jun snapped at the man.

Then the man frowned and grabbed Do-jun by the collar.

He himself is a D-class hunter. One's opponent is a civil servant at best.

There was nothing to be desired.

"What if it doesn't look good, my dear?"

"Gwa, manager!"

Cha Ye-ji's eyes grew bigger, and he tried to rush at a man who was a colleague of his old academy.

If you let go of your hand in three seconds, I will not charge you for your sins.

whole-voice immersion

The man shuddered at the sound of a voice ringing in his brain.

And when Do-joon, who was grabbing his collar, and the gaze met, he started the game and fell back.

rumbling through and through

The man's scrotum got wet.

Dojun brushed off his shirt and then straightened his pierced tie again.

Then he approached the man sitting on the floor and reached out his hand.

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden? Can you get up?"

a heartwarming sight for others

However, in the man's eyes, Dojun felt like a huge mountain.

And when the eyes met again.

rumbling through and through

Once again the crotch is getting wet.

Do-jun smiled at the scene and turned to Cha Ye-ji.

"It's been delayed. Let's go in."

Cha Ye-ji glanced at the sprawling man once before following Do-jun into the crack.

* * *

"Hey! What's wrong with you!"

"Me Hanjung, did you eat something wrong?"

The fellow guild members of the man, Na Han-jung, looked incomprehensible.

"····괴괴, monster."

"What?"

"There, that bastard! It was a monster! How do you look in the eyes of a person?"

Na Han-jung thought.

If, even a second late to pull out.

Maybe he's dead.