The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 10.1

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎: 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

“What the hell?”

Gang-ho thought he had misheard.

Had he heard something like that recently?

He had been in the organization for seven years.

Gang-ho, who had been a B-rank Hunter for about two years.

However, because all the credit went to the higher-ranked Hunters and he was always left with the scraps, he boldly quit being a Hunter.

After wandering for a few months, he received scout offers from several companies.

One of them was the external company of the current organization, 〈Cerberus〉.

For a while, it was awkward to fight with people instead of monsters.

It was legal to defeat or kill monsters, but it was different with people.

However, that gradually dulled.

If you do something bad enough times, you become numb.

Gang-ho’s ability, which was almost immune to physical attacks, soon became known to all organizations.

He had crippled dozens of people and killed just as many, so his notoriety rose on its own.

Thanks to him, his organization began to devour Gangnam like a tiger with wings.

To the point that no one dared to attack Gang-ho for the past few years.

He became the captain of the action team, acting as Cerberus’s shield and guarding the leader’s side.

Living proof that even a B-rank Hunter could earn enough in an organization if they were a combat type.

And yet, this guy was telling him, “You’re annoying, so just die.”

“Ugh, this is crazy. Don’t you know who I am?”

Gang-ho walked through the dark hallway and approached his opponent.

His steps were heavy with strength.

He tried to see his opponent’s face, but he couldn’t see it because of the dust blowing from behind him.

It looked like the wall had been completely destroyed.

“This bastard blew up the entrance with a bomb. What are you? The military? Or the police? What are you doing, coming into a sacred business place and causing trouble, trouble!”

“No. I’m from HSIU.”

A leisurely and slow attitude.

He was the only one who didn’t blend in with this murderous space.

Gang-ho reacted violently to his opponent’s proclamation, showing his irritation.

“HSIU? Then shouldn’t Hwang Jeong-gu be here? I’ve never seen a punk like you, do you know how many Awakened there are here? I’m a B-rank Hunter, a B-rank Hunter!!”

Gang-ho was initially taken aback by the word HSIU.

However, there were only two or three people in HSIU who could be considered a threat, aside from Hwang Jeong-gu.

The rest were either not combat Hunters or low-level combat Hunters.

Therefore, this guy in front of him was nothing special.

This series of thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

Then, strength naturally entered Gang-ho’s shoulders.

This was a perfect opportunity to show the world that even the mighty HSIU would be screwed if they messed with Gang-ho.

“You bastard, do you know how strong a B-rank combat Hunter is? Decide here whether you want to be punched halfway or all the way.”

“Wow, you’re really loud, punk.”

“The latter, then.”

The moment Siwoo finished speaking.

Gang-ho’s fist cut through the air and struck Siwoo’s abdomen.

Bam!

Siwoo’s body bent and fell backward.

Gang-ho climbed on top of him and began to pound Siwoo’s face and upper body with his fists, using all of his combat Hunter’s senses.

Each punch was filled with strength.

Pow! Bam! Bash! Bash!

Blood splattered everywhere.

Gang-ho’s eyes gleamed as he saw the blood, and he couldn’t control himself as his fists continued to strike.

“Hyung, hyung-nim! He’s going to die like this!”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, this bastard! Ugh, ugh!”

Gang-ho was able to regain his senses belatedly thanks to his subordinate who had called out to him.

Clack- Clang!

Gang-ho spat on the floor.

The stress was gone, but he felt disgusted.

He straightened his suit jacket and headed back to where the fight was taking place.

There were still many 〈Bloodless〉 bastards left to deal with.

“Hey.”

A voice from behind grabbed the nape of his neck.

It wasn’t the voice of someone who was dying.

The same clear voice as before. Gang-ho slowly turned around.

He couldn’t react properly because he couldn’t believe it.

There stood a man with blood on him, but not a single wound.

“Did you hit everything?”

“. . . What are you? A zombie??”