The Returner

5. Who sent you? (3)

Everyone was silent in a cool atmosphere.

“Who sent you? ”

Everyone was busy looking at each other when Lee Hyuk posed a touching nugget.

I don't know why it's them.

Journalists should be quick on information, and the most sensitive things these days are competent incidents. So I didn't know what kind of human being Lee Hyuk was.

The worst talent in Korean history.

The wicked witch Seo Ah-young, who had been infamous for her filthy personality abroad, was stunned at the same time as her birth, and was considered the worst competent person in history.

I was able to come to a very common conclusion when I looked around a little bit at what Lee Hyuk had done.

According to the nature of the journalists involved in all kinds of craziness, it smelled amazing again.

Lee Hyuk is an unworthy figure.

That's why I've been listening to information about Lee Hyuk and haven't been able to put it out there.

I don't know what kind of trouble I'm gonna get after I go out for no reason, but I don't know what kind of trouble I'm gonna get after I write a story.

He's just a man who's out of his jurisdiction, and there's nothing good about it.

However, this time, I was able to stand up because Song Jung-soo was the back of the ship. If Song Jeong-su's power is not eaten in Korea, it means that we can't cover Lee Ji-hyuk forever. So, everyone came together to do the story.

So...

The journalists' gaze turned to Song Jeong-soo.

‘You said you'd take responsibility. ’

There is an intense will in the eyes.

Song Jung-soo subtly distorted his face.

Meeting Lee Hyuk was meaningless just because he was told that he had met Lee Hyuk. He needs to meet and talk to the world's greatest talent who is being conveyed in South Korea by rumor.

This will change the mood of the falling party.

Moreover, there was nothing better for Lee Hyuk, who could not control the president or the government with the bread he had thrown to reporters, if the knight went out with a nuance that he listened to Song Jeong-su.

That's why I did it....

‘That madman……. ’

The problem was that the human being, Lee Hyuk, was weirder than he thought.

I was publicly listening to him, and I saw and felt the corruption of the top talent in the past....

‘They are dirty…. ’

He wasn't just a weirdo like this one.

It's not that he's a freak because he's a freak. It's just that he's a freak because he's a freak.

Then why is this the case? This guy!

“Oh, so who sent it? ”

As the eyes of the reporters began to gather, Song Song Song Song Song Song was furious and shook the cow.

Now it should not be said that he sent it.

The journalists nodded subtly to see if they understood it.

“I'm not here for anyone. I'm here for the story. ”

“Really?"

“Yes. What, is it wrong to cover it? Do you have any excitement? Here we go. Otherwise, you have to stand up in front of the people. ”

As one reporter shouted, others began to cooperate.

“As an official, I have a duty to answer people's right to know. We need to know what our people are capable of. ”

“That's what you get paid for taxes. ”

“Yes!”

Lee Hyuk unexpectedly listened to them quietly. He nodded his head in the middle of the flying horse and stuffed his corsage.

Choi Jung-hoon hardened his face as he looked at the scene.

‘This is bad... ’

Something doesn't feel right and the atmosphere isn't weird. I keep feeling like it's going to explode no matter what.

“Well, yeah. ”

Lee Hyuk stopped speaking to the reporters.

“Well, I get it... so who sent it? ”

“ ……. ”

Reporters are closed.

What have you heard so far?

“No one sent you? We're here to do a story. If you sent it, it was from the boss. ”

“Really? Then…. ”

Lee Hyuk took a deep breath for a moment and said.

“Bring all your company bosses. ”

“ ……. ”

What the hell are you talking about?

Lee Hyuk gave them an easy understanding.

“I don't want to be angry with innocent people, so bring anyone responsible. One per person. ”

Journalists jumped.

“Are you threatening us? ”

“What era is he in, threatening a journalist? ”

I knew very well that I shouldn't mess with Lee Ji-hyuk. Originally, it would have been a few times worse, but they were also refraining a lot.

The problem is that Lee Hyuk doesn't understand that control.

“Threaten?"

Lee Hyuk tilted his head.

“I'm not blackmailing you. I'm helping you. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

“It's not a threat, um.... ”

Lee Hyuk's jaw twitches like he's worried, then unwraps his hands and scratches his head.

“Well, you know what? Because I'm in a bad mood right now, and I want to take you guys and throw you out to sea. ”

“ ……. ”

That son of a bitch is serious.

I got goosebumps.

From here to the sea, Lee Hyuk's voice was heard in the ears of reporters calculating how many kilometers it was.

“But now that I think about it, it doesn't mean much that I'm bothering you. My mom always did that with my dad. All I ask is that my father eat all the insults. Why are you abusing an innocent man for what the chairman did? ”

Nod.

It was a very empathetic story, so everyone nodded secretly.

“My dad doesn't deal with people, so he doesn't insult people for no reason, but he says something because he thinks it's worse than my dad. ”

“Mmmm... ”

Everyone became a little excited.

I have received a lot of hospitality. I get that much swearing. But I don't think I've ever met anyone who really cares about me.

‘Surprisingly good person.... ’

Then, Lee Hyuk's voice was heard again.

“I'm just trying to get to the person who made me do it. I feel like I want to catch them all and throw them in the ocean, so I'm going to stab them roughly fifty times. ”

Piss off.

Song Jeong-soo's forehead was sweating.

“Well, aren't you going to die? ”

A journalist said something that he didn't even know he had. It was only for decades that I lived my life as a writer and distinguished between falsehood and truth. It was intuitive to know that what Lee Hyuk was saying was not just a threat.

“You can't help it if you're dead. I'm not killing him. ”

"You're killing me, you maniac! ’

He's got an odd way of thinking.

Something must have gone wrong.

“So, tell me. Who told you to do this? If you don't want to talk about it, you go into the sea and... ”

Lee Hyuk started circling around.

“Jung-hoon Choi. ”

“Yes?”

“Which side of the ocean is this? ”

“ ……. ”

Choi Jung-hoon seemed to be thinking about something, but honestly replied.

“My country has three seas. You can throw it any way, except over there. Instead, you have to throw more than 600 kilograms to not get stuck on land. ”

“Aigoo, if you hit land, you die. ”

"You'll die if you hit the sea. ’

Usually.

People die without hitting, you lunatic!

“If so……. ”

Lee Hyuk looked back at the reporters.

“So let me tell you. Who sent you?”

“ ……. ”

“Well, bring the boss. You're here to do a story because you have permission. No. Bring him here, and I'll wait here. I'll find them all. Tell them to stay in tomorrow. If you're not there, don't even think about going back to prison. ”

Weighing began, which was more important, whether the boss died in the head of the journalists or the prison flew.

The conclusion should not be either way.

No, it's better if the boss dies, but if the boss survives that, then it's their turn to die.

Especially some newspaper reporters famous for their reputation were terribly bored.

“Ha, haha, Yi Hyuk, that's not it.... ”

“Guys.”

“Yes.”

“Do I look like I'm joking? ”

“ ……. ”

“I'm really pissed off right now. I want to knock it all down, so don't keep pissing people off. Blow the guy in the back, or sacrifice the boss as an offering, either. If you don't like it, you can settle it with me here and now. ”

There was no answer.

“Where do they block people from going and take pictures? You guys usually do this kind of coverage? ”

“… No, that's not it. ”

“I was just going to leave because I was annoyed, but I keep getting mad at people. So who sent it? ”

Song Jung-soo's face began to rot.

I feel suffocated since Lee Ji-hyuk started to get annoyed. My body trembles with chills.

It was just a sudden change to say that it was happening because one person was angry in front of him.

“Ugh... ”

Lee Hyuk rolled his feet to the ground.

Stupid!

At the same time, the asphalt splits in all directions and digs a recess down.

“Can't you hear me? ”

“ ……. ”

The journalists looked at the scene with frightened eyes.

It was not easy to see such a scene in front of the eyes. For safety reasons, coverage around the gate is prohibited.

I had to watch it in a video, but the feeling was clearly different from what I saw in person.

“Or do you want to get beat up? ”

“Th……. ”

One man opens his mouth quietly.

“What happens if he turns up? ”

“I told you.”

Lee Hyuk replied as if he was annoying.

“I'll throw it into the sea 50 times. ”

“… here? ”

“Throwing from where he is, what is this place? ”

That's why it's here.

That's it.

The people's gaze was subtly directed at Song Jeong-soo.

‘Try to figure it out. ’

Song Jung-soo, who was pressured by the gaze, awkwardly smiled and approached Lee Hyuk. Shouldn't he be protecting his life, not just for the journalists?

“Lee Ji-hyuk. ”

“Yes?”

“Well, it doesn't really matter, does it? The important thing is that people want to know about Lee Hyuk. Even if there was a slight mistake in the process, you could understand it with a broad mind. ”

“I'm shy. ”

Choi Jung-hoon put in the Chuimbird.

“Huge.”

Lee Hyuk filled his tongue as Song Jung-hoon opened his mouth.

“So……. ”

“Yes?”

When Song Jeong-soo answered, Lee Hyuk smiled and opened his mouth.

“There's going to be a lot of sea water, are you sure you're okay with that? ”

Song Jung-soo's face was filled with despair.

‘You devil. ’

I've been playing with him since I knew from the beginning.

“You get the basics of craftsmanship. ”

“Ice water is better. ”

Marley hated Shin even more, and Choi Jung-hoon, who put in the Chuimbird, wanted to kill Song Jeong-soon even more.

“Come here. ”

Lee Hyuk approached Song Jing-soo.