EP97.
Queek
Then, a strange man came in, opening the door. The man in the brown suit.
He doesn't know me, but I know him well.
I've lived through photos for over a week now.
Suk Man-woo, CEO of KILL.P and owner of the illegal Toto site.
“Mr. Seok. ”
Hyo-Jae stood up and greeted him. The Seok Representative twitched his eyebrows at me.
“I just wanted to make sure you were prepared. Who is this?”
“Haha. Hello. I'm a fan of Hyo-jae. Cheers, Mr. KILL.P. ”
The stone is staring down at my hand. And they look up and down at me.
Typically a mean nugget impression. A weasel's face comes to mind by itself. I bit my hand and greeted Cha Hyo-Jae.
“Sure. Let's go. ”
I didn't lose my smile until the waiting room door closed.
Chief Kim chewed the representative while frowning.
“I can't help but see the young master stretching out his hand! ”
“Shh. Chief. Go over there and keep an eye out for people. ”
“Ma'am, a net? ”
I gestured to Director Kim to go quickly. Then I eavesdrop on the conversation inside, right next to the door.
It was a broken voice, but it was easy to understand the context.
“· · · Things are going better than you think · · · You know how long it takes? ”
“ · · · · · · ”
“· · · If you miss again · · · you won't be able to put your feet on the octagon again. I'm gonna fucking kill you. Me · · ·”
Cha Hyo-Jae was only listening to the abuse of the three representatives without answering.
Director Kim went around with a clumsy gesture. The act of watching the watchful.Ordinary people do not do well.
I tapped him on the back and said,
“Oh, my gosh. ”
“There you go, sir. Go ahead.”
I walked through an empty corridor and pulled the small earphone out of my pocket.
The team leader's voice is heard with an upbeat voice. Jibraan sounded rough.
Uh, youngest! Where the hell are you?
“I'm going to go to my seat now. Are you all here? What about the site? ”
The stakes keep rising. It's possible until the race starts, so I think it will go up a little more.
When the game starts, the bet stops. And the settlement happens as soon as the game is over.
During the match, I had to rob the site and their stronghold.
The team leader said as if the situation had been cleared up.
We've arrived near Mondulang Support at an IP address. I'm going to rob it as soon as the match starts. I'm prepping for an investigation. Blackie and I are behind the gym.
“Good. Let's make sure they don't get hurt." ”
Yeah, for your bank account.
“Haha. Chief Kim would like that. ”
Director Kim, who was walking next to me, looked at me.
I knocked him on the back like he was nothing, and climbed up to the VIP seat.
slightly above the octagon. It was close to the ring, but clearly visible.
Unlike the narrative and sponsorship across the street, the chair was made of a soft couch.
“Chief Kim. How do you see the game today? ”
“I'm not much of a fighter. ”
“Take a picture, then. ”
“Mmm · · ·”
An employee approached us and offered us a light bottle of champagne.
I bitten him and identified the leader of the three coming up below.
“A strong man wins.
“That obvious answer. ”
I laughed back at his words.
He's strong. Fists aren't the only thing that determine strength.
I see the judges, and the camera starts to move.
[Thud]
A spectacular light flashes as the surroundings get darker.
A great sound of music made me think of the word 'KOREA FC' on a big billboard. Several enthusiastic audiences shouted out in excitement.
“Oh!”
“Here we go!”
And the chairman sitting on the couch next to me. He also sat down with someone who looked like me as a secretary. The audio on the couch heard the voices of the commentators excitedly in real time.
[KILL.P's reimbursement. Height 181cm. Boxing style]
As the music changed, the entrance of the player lit up.
A full-screen bounty fighter. You enter with a light footstep in a black hoodie.
A number of coaches followed him, and the fans standing next to him reached out.
“Sang-hyun! Sang-hyeon! ”
The sailor stands on the octagon and takes off his hood skillfully. And I ran lightly over the ring as if I were going to press the aircraft. At the same time, the light is on the other side.
[KILL.P's difference. Height 178cm. Fighting style is MMA · · ·]
Cha Hyo-Jae also entered from the other side in favor of the fans.
I think I saw him in the waiting room. He's sharp enough.
A lightweight car athlete in the ring.
“As a delegate, I'm sure you'll be embarrassed. They're both athletes. ”
I said, Seolman turned his head. In the dark light, I met him with my eyes.
Seok replied as if he was surprised.
“That was him. Does Hyo-jae have such a good fan? ”
Chief Kim next to me chewed the popcorn. The three representatives seem to hate it.
Why do you think those little bastards who touch money together behave like this?
As I smiled, I leaned back and looked down at the ring.
“You're better off as an athlete. I feel like my insides explode when I get hit by another team. ”
“Like Park Song Kim? ”
I said, the representative glanced lightly. Spoken like a VIP member.
He fixed his gaze forward as if he didn't want to talk anymore.
Two players in the ring. Lean like you're about to run.
The judge stands between them with both arms.
And finally,
[Ding, ding]
The bell rings. The referee also clamps lightly and falls back. The voice of the team leader at the same time.
I broke into Mongdu's office. And the M.E. moved on. The final amount is 53 billion on the difference player page. Thirty-three billion to the sailor.
I put my hands on my earphones and nodded lightly. Seolman doesn't know the situation yet.
He watched the game with a relaxed look. It's so close, so it fits high that it looks vivid even when athletes sweat.
Unlike Hyo-Jae, who continued the search, the reimbursement was boldly pushed inside.
“Yes!”
“Get in! Good job! ”
His fans cheered and cheered for him. The two of them punched endlessly starting with him. Sweat mixed with blood falls on the white floor.
At that time, Lee Hye-jae dug into the lower body and walked down the stairs.
Kuang!
“Huff!”
Director Kim, who was watching next to me, was surprised and opened his mouth. Vivid and terrifying.
When Cha Hyo-Jae tried to get out, the coach holding the cage shouted.
“Hyo-jae!”
Others think it's just a pep talk, or a coach shouting, "Stay with me."
But I've already seen the practice game and I know what it means.
Signal me to do it properly. A sign that you have a different role.
Cha Hyo-Jae stops and punches him in the face.
Damn. It hurts to see me.
“You said you were a fan of Hyo-jae. ”
The successor smiled satisfactorily and spoke to me.
“I'm not feeling well today. I can't just look at him like that. I think I just punched him right in the face. ”
[Ding, ding]
At the end of the first round, the two players returned to the corner.
Cha Hyo-jae exhales quickly. It was a short time, but it was in full swing.
I feel like I'm losing my mind. The coach grabs his face and whispers something, but he turns his gaze to the VIP side.
“Hyo-jae, come on! ”
Then the representative waves his hands and smiles. Tea Hyo Jae on a hard face.
As the coach guesses, 'The stone representative is looking at you.’ Will it be enough?
“Cha Hyo-Jae Athlete! ”
I waved my hands together, wrapping my arms around the shoulders of three representatives.
Seok Min-woo is embarrassed. And even more surprised, Cha Hyo-Jae. Why am I there?
I grabbed hold of the arm of petroleum to push away and shook the roof.
“Here we go! No regrets! ”
“What the fuck? Are you crazy?"
Thaad
“Haha. Thori. I had some champagne. ”
Seok Min-woo stared at me with a disgusting face. In the meantime, a second round begins.
Cha Hyo-Jae aimed for compensation while playing boxing.
But he suddenly lowered his guard.
Stay alert and calm.
“What is it? What is it? ”
“Is there a problem with Cha Hyo-Jae? ”
The crowd grows louder and the opponent stops panicking.
Cha Hyo-Jae fell facedown toward the passageway he had left and bowed down.
[Ah, what's going on? Cha Hye-Jae, take a sudden action. Does that mean you're giving up the fight?]
The commentators made a number of speculations to analyze his behavior. I also don't know what the representative of the stone next to me means.
But I could tell.
He's apologizing to his fans now.
I regret going up to the Octagon with an impure heart. The guilt of almost losing their faith.
I almost screamed at the thunder coming up my back.
Fighters with convictions were a wonder.
Seeing that, Lee Hyo-Jae came to Cha Hyo-Jae.
“What are you doing, you bastard! ”
However, a lightly twisted car athlete dodges. The counter attack begins quickly.
Paak
[Cha Hyo-Jae Player! What was that gesture? It was a very fast reflex nerve!]
A car player who wraps around his waist and sticks it down in front of him.
Pour out your fists with all your might.
The bounty on the sudden counterattack only lifts the guard and no counterattack.
“Whoa!”
“Let's go! Cha Hyo-jae! Let's go!”
His explosive fist tore the audience apart. The three representatives who were next to me stood up.
“Cha Hyo-jae! Cha Hyo-jae! ”
However, his cry only empowers the car player's attack.
A fist is shaken by the bailiff below. Yeah, the word "stirring" will do nicely.
A car player stops punching and nods a few times.
"Come on, I'll hit you. Hit me. ’
Sang-hyeon hit Cha Hyo-Jae's jaw several times. The car player presses the opponent with his elbow as if he were told not to flinch.
The coach was shocked and shook the cage. But you can't shut it down openly.
“Son of a bitch!”
As three representatives tried to run down, I grabbed his arm.
Chop chop.
And I handcuffed him to the wrist and the sofa cupholder.
A man who's lost his mind in a sudden situation.
“You are under arrest for violations of the National Sports Promotion Act, gambling, and extortion. Attorneys in charge, testimony may be disadvantageous in court. ”
I put my finger in my mouth to tell you to be quiet.
“Can't you see it's burning? Don't interrupt. It's squeezed. Just watch this and come with me. ”
Chop-chop.
“What? Crazy bastard! Where are you kidding me? Chief Kim!”
Hey, that must be Chief Kim, too.
Chief Kim, who was covered in popcorn powder next to me, pulled his head out.
Seok Man-woo's assistant was answering the phone a little distance away. The look on your secretary's face.
He rushes to the representative with handcuffs and what he can't see.
“Against, Jules. We have a situation. A police officer has broken into KToto's office. The site is also useless · ·"
“What?"
Two people staring at me at the same time. I nodded and pulled my ID out of my pocket. Then he threw another handcuff at his secretary.
“Kick your secretary, too. I have a game to catch. ”
At that time, I see men walking around on the spectator stairs. Blackie and his team leader brought in a uniform cop. To arrest company officials as soon as the game was over.
“Ahhhh!”
However, the gaze of the audience fell on Hyo-Jae's face, and I didn't notice it.
Bloody bloodshed. I became groggy with a cold, stretching fist.
With him motionless, the referee leaps in and grabs the arm of the car player.
[Ah! TKO! Cha Hye-jae, it was a very explosive performance! Watch him sweat! Fantastic!]
[Ding, ding]
A white-burning cha Hyeo-jae player.
I don't know if it's sweat or tears, but I look at the VIP zone with wet eyes.
I stood up and gave him a generous applause.
A car player on the ground. I turned my back on him and touched Seolman Woo's head.
“How much did you lose? Can you calculate? ”
“What is this · · ·”
Unlike the confused look on his face, I smile deeply.
“I've got a lot to gain. ”
EP97, white burn.
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