The Victor of the Three-Way Fight (2)
“Ma Eun-Tae! Shim Mi-Young!”
Song Dae-Ak’s roar rang through the hall, mixing in with the music.
I went after him, defeating each Fork gangster that I encountered one by one.
However the numbers were overwhelmingly against me.
Song Dae-Ak was getting further and further away, but I was running out of strength.
“Fuck. A young master like you should have just kept chugging your drinks. Unless you wanted me to tear you a new one.”
One of them came at me, swinging his knife.
Right at that moment, a baseball bat came flying past in a smooth swing right by the side of my face.
It was Mong-Doo.
With him came the S.O.U. team along with Black.
They were all wielding police batons and riot shields while marching in unison.
In the lead, Black shouted while holding up his fist.
“This is the police! You are all immediately placed under arrest on charges of assault, drug possession, prostitution, and … what was it again? Fuck it, and etcetera! You’re all fucked, so get ready to call a lawyer!”
“Aaaah!”
Whaaam! Bam!
“Kyaaa!”
“Aaargh!”
Inside the smoke, the police clashed with the gangsters.
Only then did the ordinary partygoers understand the direness of the situation and started running towards the exit.
They’d probably get escorted down soon by other officers and spend some time in a police van.
Meanwhile, I chased after Song Dae-Ak’s back.
As the smoke had cleared up slightly, people’s figures were becoming clearly visible.
There was pandemonium everywhere.
After all, it was a three-way fight between the police, the Fork gang, and the Guma gang.
I ran down the corridor, following my feet.
“Shim Mi-Young!”
“Kyaak!”
There was a familiar voice.
With the two having fallen back to the innermost room, Song Dae-Ak had found them and was now confronting Ma Eun-Tae and Shim Mi-Young.
How lucky. So they were all gathered here.
“How could you? How! How could you do this to me?”
Song Dae-Ak wailed as he pulled out a sashimi knife.
Shit. To turn his attention to me, I picked up a beer bottle and threw it against the wall.
Crash!
As the bottle shattered, brown liquid splashed against the wall.
“…what?”
All three of them turned towards me.
In one’s eyes shone a sense of relief, in another’s a flare of surprise, and in the final pair shone a smouldering rage.
I took off my mask.
Aaah. It was so stifling that I had thought I was dying.
“This is the police. All of you should just stop and get ready to be put behind bars.”
“You, you are…”
Ma Eun-Tae frowned as he recognized me.
His expression showed that he didn’t understand how things had come to this.
It might be from taking drugs, but he didn’t seem in full control of his body.
I smiled widely as I greeted him.
“Didn’t I say that we would see each other again?”
“Just what is this…”
“Gogo Nightclub 2, the sequel? Let’s see who ends up on top today.”
Song Dae-Ak shook himself and took a firm grasp of the knife.
You could clearly see what he was thinking.
The assault against the Guma gang had been going well, but an ambush by the police had come completely out of left field.
Since that was the case, he was going to get arrested anyway, so he might as well finish things once and for all.
“Fuck you!”
“Kya! Oppa! Please!”
Song Dae-Ak swung his knife at Ma Eun-Tae and Madam Shim.
Mae Eun-Tae didn’t have full control of his senses because of the drugs, and Madam Shim was so lost in her panic that she could only shiver uncontrollably.
So I swiftly threw myself at Song Dae-Ak.
But he changed the direction of his swipe, avoiding the two of them and instead thrusting his knife at me.
“Ugh!”
However it was blocked by the stab-proof vest I was wearing underneath, the impact twisted Song Dae-Ak’s wrist, and I didn’t miss the opening.
Bam!
With all my strength, I swung my fist up into his chin.
I followed up with an endless flurry of punches that battered Song Dae-Ak’s face.
Putting this dangerous guy into a coma until the case was finally wrapped up would be the most helpful thing I could do.
“Huff… Huff…”
“You son of a … bitch.”
Song Dae-Ak’s face was covered in sweat and blood.
Still, he cried out in rage.
Railing against the dual tragedy of a betrayal by the woman he trusted and the collapse of everything he had built.
With this, Song Dae-Ak fell unconscious.
It was only then that I was able to stop swinging my fists.
I took a breath and turned to face Madam Shim.
Huh? But where was Ma Eun-Tae?
Squelch-
“Ugh!”
The sashimi knife stabbed into my shoulder.
Ma Eun-Tae’s eyes flashed as they met mine.
“This crazy bastard!”
With my remaining strength, I pushed him away.
The blood flowing from my shoulder dripped down my arm before splashing on the floor.
I couldn’t put any strength into it. And it hurt like hell.
Having fallen to the floor, Ma Eun-Tae got back up with a syringe in hand and rushed towards me.
It looked like I was right, he really was crazy.