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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞
Hwang Jeong-gu hung his head low, engrossed in his thoughts.
He didn’t have the courage to raise his head.
It was him, after all, who had just grabbed the ‘mad dog’ by the neck not too long ago.
If the mad dog had been holding a knife. . .
‘𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙬.’
Hwang Jeong-gu discreetly wiped the sweat from his palms on his buttocks.
Just facing him was enough to drain all his mental strength.
The ‘Mad Dog Siwoo’ he had encountered a whole decade ago.
However, his tales of bravery and his activities had reached the ears of Hwang Jeong-gu, who was merely a low-ranking member.
And finally, over a decade ago,
Three top-class Hunters were born, whom the 1st and 1.5th generation Hunters should not provoke.
Devoted Choi Dae-soo
Demon Sword Do Kyung-hoo
Mad Dog Siwoo
Hwang Jeong-gu, a 1.5th generation Hunter, had improved his skills by following in the footsteps of his many seniors in order to survive. However, Choi Dae-soo, Do Kyung-hoo, and Siwoo were in such powerful positions that he had never dared to speak to them.
Just once.
Hwang Jeong-gu had been badly injured during a raid.
An arrow had pierced his heart.
At the moment when everyone expected him to die and had given up on him,
Thud, thud.
Siwoo walked up slowly.
He grabbed the shaft of the arrow, placed his hand over the wound, and pulled the arrow out without hesitation.
Creak, the strange sound of flesh tearing as the arrowhead was pulled out.
Several Hunters grimaced at the crazy act.
They had expected blood to gush out and for him to die soon.
“Huh. . .?”
Light burst from Siwoo’s hand, and Hwang Jeong-gu’s wound healed instantly.
He had been given up on by the Healers in the party, and he had no good potions, so everyone had given up on him.
But in just 1 second,
The arrow was pulled out, and the healing spell was cast.
That was all.
Hwang Jeong-gu felt his wound.
He even had the illusion that it was in better condition than before the arrow had pierced it.
“Oh, th, th, thank. . . .”
“What’s your name?”
A curt and cold voice.
Siwoo asked in a voice as cold as his gaze.
“My n, n, name is Hwang Byung-gu! Th, thank you! S, Sir Hunter Siwoo.”
Siwoo patted Hwang Jeong-gu on the face.
It was an action that could have made him feel quite upset, but Hwang Jeong-gu didn’t feel that way.
He felt it was a friendly gesture, as if he were seeing a cute younger brother.
“Cheer up, rookie.”
And then Siwoo moved towards the giant monster, looking annoyed.
For Hwang Jeong-gu, that memory was the last time he had seen Siwoo up close.
Of course, he had witnessed Siwoo’s battles and fights with other Hunters a few times.
It was that devilish appearance that now made Hwang Jeong-gu tremble like a dog in front of Siwoo.
🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷
Hwang Jeong-gu escorted Siwoo to his office, his waist bent in half.
“Jeong-gu.”
“Yes?? Y-Yes!!!!”
A reply that echoed loudly enough to blow away an entire floor.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes!!!! Oh, oh, I, I’m sorry.”
Hwang Jeong-gu bowed at a 90-degree angle to apologize.
It was a waist as neatly folded as that of a flip phone.
【𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞.】
Only the two of them were in Hwang Jeong-gu’s private office now, while the other team members pretended to work, their ears perked up and their full attention on the office.
‘𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜-𝙜𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤???’
Hwang Jeong-gu was a man who didn’t easily bow his head, even in front of the S-rank Hunter Lee Ye-ji.
He had the pride of being a 1.5th generation Hunter.
Moreover, he found the 2nd generation Hunters, who hadn’t experienced the early days of lawlessness, to be somewhat distasteful.
Lee Ye-ji and Choi Sung-il didn’t care about such things and quietly let it go, but it had almost led to a major conflict with Ryu Ji-hwan.
And yet, the man who had always proudly displayed his authority,
“I-I’m sorry!!!”
The loud voice echoed through the office, startling the HSIU team members.
They were dying of curiosity.
Who was this young newbie who was treating the world-renowned Hwang Jeong-gu like a low-ranking member?
“Jeong-gu.”
“Yes!!! S-Sir Hunter Siwoo.”
“Yes. You know my name.”
“Your a, a, appearance is e, exactly the s, s, same as b, b, back then. . .”
Hwang Jeong-gu raised his head and took another quick look at Siwoo’s face.
The face of Siwoo who had healed his wound over a decade ago was right before his eyes now.
‘𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣?? 𝙄𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜?!! 𝙃𝙤𝙬, 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣!!! 𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜?’