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“Huh? Where are they going?”
A white hunter tilted his head, watching as the vehicle carrying Chunho Guild members suddenly veered off course.
“Follow them.”
Johan, observing more carefully, instructed the driver.
The driver immediately complied.
“Not too close. Keep the current distance.”
Hunters had heightened senses.
Even at this distance, the guild members might notice they were being followed.
So, they needed to make sure they wouldn’t catch on.
“They might’ve realized we’re tailing them.”
Clicking his tongue, the white hunter frowned as the Chunho Guild’s vehicle suddenly sped toward their own.
“Pick up the speed.”
Johan gave the order, watching the rapidly approaching vehicle with cold eyes.
He had already noted how many were in that car.
“Who’s the Chunho Guild master in there?”
The white hunter’s relaxed tone didn’t match the urgency of the situation.
Johan wasn’t particularly tense either.
“Back seat, farthest row.”
Johan ran his hand over his chin, squinting to get a look at the man sitting at the very back.
But a shadow obscured his face.
Still, the Chunho Guild master was one of the most well-known hunters.
His photos flooded Hunters.com daily.
“How could I not recognize that face right away…”
“Hmm? What was that?”
“Nothing. Just drive faster. They’re catching up.”
Before they knew it, the Chunho Guild’s vehicle was right behind them, kicking up dust.
“What the hell? Why aren’t they stopping? Don’t tell me they’re planning to ram us…!”
As the white hunter frowned, the collision happened.
Bang! Crash!
The impact snapped their heads backward and bent their upper bodies forward.
It didn’t stop with one hit—several followed, shaking the car violently.
“Those crazy bastards?!”
The white hunter cursed.
As expected, the situation was spiraling out of control.
But more than shock, fury boiled inside him.
Bang!
Before he could react, another powerful crash jolted the vehicle.
“Step on it!”
Johan shouted.
Now he understood.
They were trying to flip the car to stop them.
Then, once they were disoriented, they’d drag them out.
“Idiots! Where do they think they are—aaagh!”
Sparks of light flashed in the white hunter’s furious eyes.
Johan immediately cut him off.
“Don’t. Absolutely no lightning.”
“If we don’t do something, we’ll get wrecked!”
No matter how skilled the driver was, there was no winning against someone intent on attacking.
The driver’s face had turned pale, either from fear or the relentless collisions.
It was a relief he hadn’t passed out yet.
While they were desperately trying to find a way out of the situation, a similar outcry erupted from the car carrying Doyoung.
“Ahk! Lee Namsoo, no!”
“Don’t crash! No! Aaaah!”
As soon as the car began closing the distance with the other vehicle, Beom Sinje issued a firm order to Lee Namsoo.
“Ram them.”
Without hesitation, Lee Namsoo accelerated straight toward the other car.
Park Bora, in the passenger seat, clutched the handle above her head like a lifeline.
Song Jihee and Lee Jihoon gripped the backs of the front seats, screaming.
Even Park Chanho braced his legs and gripped his seatbelt tightly.
“Once more.”
Despite the panic around him, Beom Sinje, holding Doyoung in his arms, gave the command again.
Lee Namsoo didn’t hesitate to push the speed further.
“What if the secretary gets hurt doing this!?”
No matter how suspicious the targets were, this was excessive.
So, Park Bora called out the best brake she could think of—
A heavy silence filled the car instantly.
Even Lee Namsoo flinched, shoulders twitching as he abruptly swerved.
After all, for him too, Doyoung was the top priority.
There was barely a moment to feel relieved that the worst had been avoided.
[Who the hell are you guys?!]
A white man jumped out of the car, shouting furiously as he approached.
His buzz cut, tattoos stretching from his shoulders to his forearms, spiked leather jacket, and sharp sunglasses made him look like a gang member straight out of a movie.
But his face wasn’t familiar.
Beom Sinje narrowed his eyes, gazing at the man still inside the car.
The tinted windows were too dark to make out his face.
[Why the hell did you ram our car? Huh? Get out now!]
The white man stomped to the driver’s side, fist clenched as if ready to smash the window.
Lee Namsoo opened the door and stepped out before he could.
Lee Namsoo’s build rivaled the white man’s.
They now stood eye to eye, glaring at each other.
[What, cat got your tongues? Why aren’t you saying anything?]
The white man tapped Lee Namsoo’s shoulder provocatively, sneering.
Lee Namsoo’s thick eyebrows twitched, but he remained calm, studying the man carefully.
[Look at these bastards. Still not talking, huh? Who the hell are you guys?]
Annoyed by the silence, the white man shoved Lee Namsoo aside roughly and marched toward the car.
His next target was Park Bora, sitting in the passenger seat.
Just as he rounded the hood—
The back door burst open.
The guild members poured out.
The white hunter smirked as he carefully examined the new arrivals.
[Oh, I see. Just a bunch of gangsters. Come on then, punks.]
The guild members exchanged wary glances.
‘He looks more like a thug, doesn’t he?’
‘There’s no mafia here. Call them gangs.’
‘Oh, right. Gangs… Still, he’s barking up the wrong tree.’
Lee Jihoon and Song Jihee silently communicated with their eyes.
[Hey, chicken-head. You guys were the ones acting shady first, so quit playing dumb.]
Lee Jihoon was the first to respond.
[What? Chicken? You little—]
Already itching for a fight, the white hunter lunged forward.
Realizing the other side had no intention of revealing their identity, Lee Jihoon lowered his stance to engage.
The other guy had the size advantage, but Lee Jihoon planned to show him that combat experience made up for it.
Before he could make a move, Lee Namsoo, who had somehow slipped closer, struck first.
The fight naturally became theirs.
“Whoa, impressive.”
Lee Jihoon admired Lee Namsoo’s technique.
His size suggested he worked out, but the way he moved was far from ordinary.
“He used to be a mixed martial arts fighter. Retired after an injury and started driving trucks.”
Park Bora, now out of the car, crossed her arms and commented casually.
She looked oddly proud, like a mother bragging about her child.
“Yeah, you can tell he’s trained. Wow… Look at that.”
Lee Jihoon’s eyes sparkled as he watched intently.
Unlike him, the other guild members kept their attention on Beom Sinje, who stood still, watching the unknown man inside the car.
The invisible tension grew sharper when Beom Sinje stepped forward, a massive greatsword suddenly in his hands.
“That’s the famous greatsword, Levatein, isn’t it?”
The guild had seen it strapped to his back at the lab, but this was the first time they’d seen him wield it.
“That thing’s huge. Must weigh a ton.”
“It’s officially seven kilograms.”
“And he swings it like a toy?”
Park Bora clicked her tongue at Song Jihee’s comment.
Then she frowned, tilting her head.
‘Wait… I’ve seen that sword somewhere before.’
Where was it? She was sure she’d seen it but couldn’t place it.
“Ahhh!”
Lee Jihoon yelped.
Park Chanho and Park Bora froze, and Song Jihee’s mouth hung open.
Even Lee Namsoo and the white hunter, who had been trading blows, stopped abruptly.
CRACK.
The car split in half, exposing its interior.
The sheer force of Beom Sinje’s swing was terrifying.
Silence fell.
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