#189. Welcome. 2
Lee Hye-rim reluctantly nodded when Woo-jin said he was going alone.
“Huh? Yeah… .”
“Okay, I’ll go out.”
Hye-rim Lee turned her back and watched Woo-jin's back as he headed toward the door.
When Woojin's figure completely disappeared, she fixed her gaze on the cake on the table.
Woojin's favorite strawberry cake.
“I didn’t even eat it all….”
Lee Hye-rim, who had been mumbling, reached into her bag and took out a small piece of paper.
It was none other than his own business card, and there was a handwritten message on the back.
[Lee Hye-rim Ticket]
I wanted to help Woojin and do something for him, but I couldn't think of anything.
No, I just thought of something.
Because Woojin didn't want any material gifts, the thought that came to mind was that I wanted to let Woojin try all the things he wanted to do.
[Lee Hye-rim Ticket]
When I wrote this down by hand with those thoughts in mind, it was so cringey and childish, but now I think differently.
Because it was meaningful to him.
But there was something that worried me a little.
I wonder what Woojin's reaction will be if I give him this.
* * *
Woojin, who had come out of the coffee shop, was walking down the street naturally.
Of course, he was aware of his presence, which was carefully following him.
While I was at the coffee shop with Hye-rim Lee, I noticed him observing me from outside the window.
Woojin muttered.
“As expected… when you are ruled by emotions, your vision narrows and you tend to act right away.”
That person, CEO Lee Jeong-ho, that is, the organism called Lee Jeong-ho, was showing it in its entirety.
Immediate reactions that fail to overcome emotions create vulnerabilities.
Woojin, who was slowly nodding his head as he walked, soon turned into an alley.
Woojin, who was walking down a winding alleyway as if he was approaching the center of a spider web, stopped walking.
The brightly shining street trees illuminated Ujin.
“It has a certain charm.”
Suddenly, I remembered taking a selfie with Lee Hye-rim at a place like this.
'Hey, smile a little.'
'like this?'
'No, let's just take a picture.'
Woojin, who was smiling for a moment as he recalled the old days, opened his mouth while looking into a dark corner.
"who are you?"
A man wearing a hat stepped forward.
“Follow me quietly. If you don’t want to get hurt.”
At that moment, men in suits appeared from all directions, surrounding Woojin.
“Let’s go quietly.”
Woojin looked at them one by one.
Each and every one of these faces were new to me.
Woojin nodded calmly.
“Yeah.”
A small look of doubt appeared in their eyes.
This was because even though he was being kidnapped, he was not only calm but also did not make any fuss.
Literally, I didn't ask or inquire.
At that moment, a man approached Woojin.
And then he put his hand inside Woojin's suit.
Woojin felt a stinging sensation for a moment, and it was because he was aiming a knife.
“Follow me quietly. Otherwise, you’ll get a hole in your stomach.”
Woojin nodded.
“Wherever you are, go quickly.”
He looked at Woojin as if he was crazy, and then soon began to drag Woojin away.
Not long after, they were able to get into a van, and a man placed a black bag over Woojin's face.
“Where are you going?”
“If you lie one more time from now on, I know it won’t be fun.”
"yes."
“This kid is crazy….”
Their eyebrows surrounding Woojin were furrowed.
It was because the tone of voice seemed like he was joking.
Do you know what kind of situation you're going to be in?
But no more words came out of Woojin's mouth.
At that moment, the man sitting in the passenger seat brought the cell phone to his ear.
“Your items are being transported. Yes, I understand. I will have them properly taken care of by the time you arrive.”
As he hung up the phone, silence fell over the car.
The car rattled along on its way to its destination, with no radio sound, and only the wind noise could be heard.
The car was able to run for three hours and then stop.
“Get down.”
Woojin was led by their hands while holding the envelope over his head.
The texture and smell of the ground as you step on it. The temperature, the cloudiness and moisture of the air.
That information was constantly filling up Woojin's head.
Woojin, who had finally climbed up the stairs, moved a little further and then stopped.
'8th floor.'
Someone took off the envelope that Woojin was writing on.
Woojin looked around.
As expected, it was a dreary construction site.
There were five men in total.
“It’s such a tedious method. But crime can happen anywhere.”
“What are you talking about, you crazy bastard? Sit down.”
When the man gestured to a chair, Woojin sat down there.
And then he came closer and met Woojin's gaze.
“Listen to me carefully.”
"yes."
The man's eyebrows furrowed.
In this situation, you will soon be able to talk back well.
“What made you join Shinwha Group?”
“I don’t really understand what you are saying.”
He sighed deeply through his nose at Woojin's answer and stepped back.
“Step on it.”
They surrounded Woojin in a circle.
The club immediately fell on Woojin's shoulder, and the fists of others also began to strike Woojin's face.
Woojin felt those feelings vividly.
Pain is something that reacts and gives instructions to the brain more immediately than anything else.
To run away and get away from the pain.
It was a survival instinct to protect oneself.
On the contrary, it is this pain that makes you feel fully alive.
Woojin did not resist and took their violence on his body.
But he specifically avoided and protected his left hand.
Because there was a watch hanging there that Hye-rim had given me a long time ago.
* * *
An hour later.
Thick blood flowed from the corner of Woojin's mouth as he sat on the chair. There was also a trace of blood flowing from his head, and his eyebrow was torn.
The white shirt was also soaked in blood.
Woojin couldn't raise his head, perhaps because he was tired of being right.
But he was smiling faintly.
Looking at the watch that Lee Hye-rim gave him as a gift, which, unlike his own, had not a single scratch on it.
A man grabbed Woojin's head and lifted it up.
“Doesn’t it feel good to talk now? Even thoughts that weren’t there before will suddenly come to mind.”
Woojin opened his mouth, which was not opening properly, with difficulty.
“The reason I approached Shinwha Group was….”
At that moment, the sound of someone's shoes was heard.
The one who finally showed up was Yoon Hee-chan, who had received direct instructions from Lee Jeong-ho.
He was wearing glasses and looked so ordinary, like a regular office worker.
His left hand, which looked neat and ordinary, also had a wedding ring on it.
As Yoon Hee-chan approached, the men bowed their heads slightly.
He put one hand in his pocket and fixed his gaze on Woojin.
His eyes, which were looking at Woojin, did not seem to contain any emotion.
And then he opened his mouth in a businesslike manner.
“Did you blow it?”
The man who had been pressuring Woojin with his words spoke up.
“I was just about to say something.”
“Give me your phone.”
The subordinate immediately handed his cell phone to Yoon Hee-chan.
Yoon Hee-chan took a picture of Woo-jin with his cell phone.
Click.
Yoon Hee-chan, who gave the phone back to him, said.
“Don’t send it, show it to me. And break the phone.”
"yes."
At that moment, Woojin raised his head and looked at Yoonheechan.
“If you just let me go… I won’t tell anyone. So…”
Yoon Hee-chan, who had been quietly looking at Woo-jin, slowly nodded his head.
“I don’t think you’re in a position to talk.”
Yoon Hee-chan took off his outerwear.
And he was handed a saw to give to his subordinates.
The place the saw was pointed straight at was Woojin's ear.
His expressionless face seemed determined to cut off his ear at any moment.
Then he looked at his subordinates.
“What are you doing? Go and show me the pictures. Leave the youngest behind.”
At the same time, the four of them bowed their heads and began to leave.
Regardless, Yoon Hee-chan took back the saw that was hanging on Woo-jin's ear.
“But I’m a person who respects other people’s opinions. Would you rather have your ears first? Or would you rather have your fingers?”
* * *
He got into the car and checked the photo of Woojin in rags again.
I answered the phone that came at that time.
“Yes, I got the call.”
-What happened?
“It looks like the situation is over. We are currently returning, with only Director Yoon remaining.”
-okay?
“Yes, I will come see you soon.”
That moment.
Woojin muttered to Yoonheechan, who was holding a rope saw.
“Isn’t that… too much?”
Yoon Hee-chan put down the rope saw at the sight of Woo-jin smiling faintly.
“The kids are in a tough situation. Please understand.”
Woojin tilted his head up and looked at the ceiling.
“Please report it.”
Yoon Hee-chan immediately made a phone call to someone.
The opponent was surprisingly Kim Tae-hyun.
Yoon Hee-chan had the same calm expression as before.
“Detective Kim Tae-hyun? My name is Yoon Hee-chan. I’m calling to turn myself in.”
-embroidery?
“Mr. Shin Woo-jin is now… .”
Woojin couldn't help but smile faintly.
That was because Detective Kim Tae-hyun's voice could be heard clearly from the cell phone that Yoon Hee-chan was holding.
In this way, Woojin had already bribed Yoon Heechan first.
Representative Lee Jeong-ho, who had once failed to kill a member of the clan, planted his eyes in various places so that he could watch out for and monitor each other.
Simply put, the behavior that Yoon Hee-chan showed to his subordinates in front of them was a 'show'.
It was easy to buy Yoon Hee-chan.
A sociopath who only calculates and pursues his own self-interest.
To achieve his own success, he does not hesitate to use any means necessary and does not feel guilty.
Calculate and consider only the gains and losses for one's own comfort.
'CEO Lee Jeong-ho will target me. And I know that and can prepare for it. What are you going to do? Just think of it as taking a quick tour of the prison.'
Yoon Hee-chan didn't really worry about Woo-jin's words.
In fact, Lee Hye-rim's stock within Shinwha Group was gradually rising.
There was no need to take the difficult route back.
“Are you okay?”
Yoon Hee-chan asked Woo-jin while handing him a handkerchief.
Woojin answered, roughly wiping his face with a handkerchief.
“That… big, slanted-eyed guy, what’s his name?”
“Huh? I think you’re talking about Kim In-seok.”
“Kim In-seok… Kim In-seok… .”
Woojin opened his mouth when he was reminded of him again.
“I mean, keep hitting the same place you hit me.”
He kept hitting the same place he had been hit before.
My fist went up for a moment, but I could barely hold it back.
It felt like an hour had passed like that.
“Woojin!”
From the first floor, the voices of Detective Kim Tae-hyun and Detective Choi Ki-cheol could be heard loudly.
Woojin got up from his seat and looked around at various parts of his body.
There were no broken or critically injured parts.
As time passed, the wound would quickly heal.
This show was the action that was needed.
An action that gives hope to CEO Lee Jeong-ho and sends him away in one blow so that he can no longer squirm as if in a last-ditch effort.
Mix truth with lies.
“Woojin!”
Woojin, who was looking at the place that was clearly visible, turned around at the sound of Kim Taehyun's voice coming up to the 8th floor.
Woojin said.
“Have you eaten?”
Kim Tae-hyun and Choi Ki-cheol's eyes widened at the sight of Woo-jin.
The first one to move was Choi Gi-cheol.
Choi Ki-cheol ran straight to Yoon Hee-chan, who was immediately in sight.
Yoon Hee-chan raised one hand as if to stop Choi Ki-cheol, and opened his mouth in a businesslike tone as before.
“We are on the same side.”
“You’re talking shit! You son of a bitch!”
Choi Ki-cheol's dropkick landed on Yoon Hee-chan's chest.
“Ugh!”
