The Victor of the Three-Way Fight (3)
“Like this- If I just go away like this, everything will end! We’re all going to die!”
Mae Eun-Tae shouted some garbled words as he grabbed hold of me and shook.
“You and- you and I, aren’t we the same kind of person. Fuck! All you police bastards are the same! Hahaha!’
“This guy’s gone completely around the bend.”
In place of an arm, I kicked him away with my foot.
He collapsed onto the floor, foaming at the mouth.
I thought that the pain in my shoulder was fading, but soon I noticed that my head was spinning.
Could it be, was this because of the drug in the syringe?
Stumbling, I crawled out into the hallway.
From a distance, Black and Mong-Doo came running and lent me an arm in support.
“Newbie!”
“What? What’s wrong with you!”
In the aftermath, the party venue was brought to order.
The kids who had been indulging in drugs and alcohol were escorted away one by one.
“Shit. Let go of me!”
“Hey! Bring me some booze as well!”
“Mommy. Just call my mommy.”
“I’m not moving until my lawyer gets here.”
…this was one of hell of night.
Once the sun rose, the whole of Korea would probably be turned on its head.
With my shoulder all wrapped up, I leaned back against a wall.
With the strange reaction from the drug on top of the excessive blood loss, I couldn’t move a finger.
It felt like I was the only one relaxing, while everyone else was busy working.
It didn’t feel too bad.
My eyes slowly drooped close.
“Oi oi. Newbie. Wake up.”
Black and Mong-Doo slapped my cheeks in a panic.
“I’m not dying. It’s because I’m tired. Really tired.”
“This brat. You say shit like that and then you end up closing your eyes for good.”
“I know my body’s condition well. No need to wor-”
At that moment, I spotted two men who were being arrested.
One of them was so drunk that he couldn’t hold his body up, and the other appeared to be a bodyguard from the way he was supporting the first.
“Oh?”
But the bodyguard’s palm just happened to look very dark.
And not because it was stained with something dirty, but because a picture had been drawn on it…
“A tattoo?”
For a tattoo to be on his palm.
That was definitely a rare feature.
Could it possibly be a tiger tattoo?
If that’s the case, was he the one who killed me in my previous life?
Shit. My eyes are closing by themselves.
I’ll investigate everything once I wake up…
“Newbie! Open your eyes! There’s a promotion waiting for you, you bastard!”
Black grabbed hold of me and shook.
It was like he was filming a movie all by himself.
I fell asleep sleeping.
The three-way fight that would set Korea into an uproar had now come to an end.
With the victory going to the police.
***
In the VIP suite of the Gogwang Seoul Hospital.
With the help of a doctor, I carefully rotated my shoulder.
“Does it still feel uncomfortable?”
“Just a bit.”
“It looks like the wound needs more time to heal.”
The doctor spoke as he wrapped the bandage around my shoulder.
“If the knife had gone in any further, you could have lost the use of your arm forever.”
I had managed to avoid a serious injury because the sashimi knife had struck the strap of the stab-proof vest and slid to the side.
Now that I thought back on it, it even felt like the syringe had hurt more.
“Please be careful not to worsen the injury.”
“Okay. Thank you very much.”
Suddenly, I remembered the first time that I woke up in Go Ji -Hoon’s body.
Just like that time, I was receiving treatment in the VIP suite.
The only difference was that I now had these guys with me…
“Wow. Just look at this hospital’s interior design. I’m telling you, it’s just like a hotel!”
“Hey Newbie. Is it okay if I turn on the TV?”
“I’m heading off to play soccer later in the evening, how about we grab a drink? Ah, almost forgot, Newbie can’t drink right now.”
Team Leader, Black, and Mong-Doo were lounging on the sofa, acting like they lived here.
They had ripped open the visiting gifts of fruits and drinks that had been placed on the table.
I munched on an apple as I took down the full dress uniform that had been hanging on the wall.
Manager Kim had spent all night crying over this police uniform as he ironed it.
He seemed to feel some sort of pride at me having become a proper member of society.
I checked the time.
“Don’t you guys need to get prepared as well?”
It was nine o’clock in the morning.
At this time, we would usually be arriving at the police station and taking our seats, but today was a bit special.
Because it was the day of my discharge from the hospital, and also the day when a special promotion awards ceremony was being held.