73 Proof of Strength The bald man's imposing voice echoed through the room, and everyone else stood up simultaneously. Well, in my case, I just went with the flow, not wanting to stand out in this sea of wannabe gangsters. "All of you numb-skulls are here because you're all considered good-for-nothing bitches!" He berated, his words laced with disdain .
He continued his intimidation, his words intended to break our wills and assert his dominance. New novel chapters are published on
"You think you're hot shit out there in the streets? You're just a bunch of punks! A gang is not a playground for you to have fun. It's a brotherhood, a family. You live and die for the gang. You think you've got what it takes to be a part of us? You'll need to prove yourselves."
He walked left and right the room, his eyes scanning each one of us as if assessing our worthiness.
"You're here to prove your loyalty, your strength, and your commitment. If you're not willing to bleed for this gang, then you can walk out that door right now."
"Are you sure you want to join this gang?" he asked, his eyes drilling into each of us. One by one, we answered with a resounding "Yes!" It was almost like we were in the army, pledging our loyalty to a cause that was, in reality, quite dubious.
"Then take this ," Without warning, the bald man suddenly raised his fist and sucker-punched the guy who had answered "Yes!" last. *SUCKER PUNCH
The unexpected blow sent the poor recruit sprawling to the ground, clutching his face in pain. It was as if the bald man had just given him a brutal initiation test. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "Did you just laugh ?" The bald man gazed locked on me.
I couldn't help but curse inwardly at my blunder. "No, sir," I replied, trying to mimic the tone of a disciplined cadet.
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"Alright," the bald man said, ignoring my blunder. It seemed that my response had defused the situation, and I was relieved that my skill had worked in my favor. "Now, all of you are going to be divided into three groups," the bald man announced. He pointed to the unconscious guy who had taken the sucker punch. "This guy here," he sneered in contempt, "can't be a fighter at all." I tried to suppress a chuckle as I watched the scene unfold. While I felt bad for the poor sucker-punched guy, I couldn't help but find the bald man's bluntness oddly entertaining.
"Runners are the ones who'll be responsible for delivering messages, collecting debts, and handling deliveries. They need to be swift, stealthy, and smart," he continued, his eyes scanning the room for potential candidates.
We both took our stances, and before I could even blink, Gong Changmin lunged at me with lightning speed. His fist aimed directly at my face.
*SWOOSH!
I barely managed to dodge his left hook in time, but his follow-up right kick nearly caught me off guard. *DODGE
But thanks to my agile footwork, I quickly backed away, maintaining a safe distance. As he closed in, I unleashed a quick 1-2-3 combo, aiming to disrupt his rhythm and keep him on the defensive. During our continues exchange, it was clear that he had the advantage in terms of physical strength, surpassing even the national champion I had previously pummeled . Nonetheless, my ability to quickly grasp and adapt to his fighting style proved invaluable.
As time went on, I became more familiar with his techniques. This heightened awareness allowed me to anticipate his strikes with precision and counter them effectively.
I noticed a subtle pattern in his attacks, a rhythm that I could exploit. With precise timing, I weaved through his barrage of punches, ducking under a sweeping kick and landing a swift body blow.
*PUNCH!
His guard wavered, and I seized the opportunity to launch a powerful hook to his exposed side.
*PUNCH!
The impact landed with a satisfying thud, causing this bastard to grimace and momentarily stagger.
'An opening!'