Descent of the Demon Master

of celebrities for many years now—a profession that required Level 100 Wits to survive.
He might not know the full details, but his instincts told him that now wasn ’t the time to argue with Kang Jin-Ho.

Kang Eun-Yeong cried out in surprise.
“Oppa?! Aren ’t you coming with us?”

“Go ahead and wait for me.”

“But, oppa!” Kang Eun-Yeong clung to her brother ’s arm.
Maybe that was why? Kang Jin-Ho could see her brightly-red swollen cheek far better than before.
And when he saw the trickle of blood on the corner of her lips, Kang Jin-Ho ’s expression grew even colder.

“Come with us, please? Oppa?”

Kang Jin-Ho smiled at his sister and patted her head.
“I ’ll mop this up quickly and catch up with you, okay? So, go ahead and wait for me.”

“Okay…” Kang Eun-Yeong anxiously stared at her older brother.
Her trust in Kang Jin-Ho verged on the territory of faith by now, but the severity of this situation meant she couldn ’t just coolly walk away while leaving him behind.
“Promise me you won ’t take long.”

“I promise.
I ’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.”

Jeong Seok-Su cautiously climbed into the driver ’s seat and turned the ignition on.

Rumble, vroom…

The engine kicked to life, and although the noise it made sounded a little unstable and strained, it still didn ’t sound like it would explode in the middle of the trip.
Driving out of here shouldn ’t be an issue, then.
The priority was to get away from this abandoned factory, after all!

Jeong Seok-Su urgently called out.
“Miss Se-Ah!”

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Kang Eun-Yeong anxiously stared at her older brother one more time and tightly squeezed his hand.
She eventually let go and climbed into the passenger side of the car.

“T-take care of yourself.” Jeong Seok-Su cautiously nodded.

Kang Jin-Ho took out his phone and lightly tossed it to Jeong Seok-Su.
“Call Chief Jo Gyu-Min.
He should already be on his way to pick you guys up.”

“Understood…”

“Then, go ahead.”

“Yes, Mister Kang.” Jeong Seok-Su nodded again before cautiously driving away in the wrecked Lamborghini.
Kang Eun-Yeong continued to stare anxiously at her brother, but the vehicle didn ’t wait for her to finish as it cruelly drove her out of the factory.

One of the balaclava-wearing men muttered in doubt, “Hey, is it okay to let them leave?”

“Well, that brat is her brother, right? It means he ’s Kang Jin-Ho, our target.
We don ’t have any other business with Kang Eun-Yeong, so it ’s more convenient for us that she excused herself on her own.”

“What if she calls the cops on us?”

“So what if she does? Is Kang Jin-Ho gonna buy time until the cops show up? We don ’t need that much time to deal with some brat now, do we? Let them leave.
We ’ll mop this up quickly and go home afterward.
Simple.”

“Shouldn ’t we contact Mister Hyeon-Su, too?”

“You ain ’t a little kid, so why do you wanna keep calling the higher-ups to get permission every single time?”

The balaclava-wearing men stopped paying attention to the car driving away.
They turned their heads toward Kang Jin-Ho.

“The higher-ups will tie up the loose ends.
We only need to do as we ’re told and wreck that brat.”

Kang Jin-Ho started moving, and in a rather leisurely way at that.

As Kang Jin-Ho walked, the balaclava-wearing martial artists stared back in slight disbelief.

“Wow.
This brat has some balls, eh?”

“He drove straight through a factory ’s doors with a Lamborghini, so yeah, he ’s obviously insane.
Doing something like that isn ’t a matter of being rich or not, after all.
Without some screws missing in your head, you can ’t possibly do something that ballsy, you know?”

“…You have a point there.”

Kang Jin-Ho didn ’t spare them a single glance.
He looked as if he couldn ’t hear a word of what they were yapping on about.

“By the way, what…
is that brat doing?”

The balaclava-wearing martial artists realized Kang Jin-Ho ’s walking direction was a bit weird, so they narrowed their eyes and continued to watch.
Kang Jin-Ho wasn ’t walking toward the exit, nor was he closing the gap between him and the martial artists.

No, he arrived at where the door had landed after flying toward the ceiling earlier.
Kang Jin-Ho wordlessly stared at it, then reached down to pick up the crumpled piece of metal.

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“Oh?”

The martial artists were slightly taken aback by that demonstration.

That was one of the metal doors used for a large factory ’s front entrance.
Both its size and weight were in another class compared to a regular building.
Kang Jin-Ho ’s physical strength, which allowed him to lift that huge door with only one hand, left quite a bit of an impression.

“Huh, I guess he ’s not all talk, then?”

“That ’s why he probably caused this mess in the first place.”

“By the way, what is he trying to do with that? Why did he even pick that door up?”

Right at that moment…!

Kang Jin-Ho lifted up that piece of the door that should weigh at least several hundred kilograms and wildly threw it.

“Heok?!”

The door whistled past as the sound of storm winds exploded in its wake before slamming into the open doorway.

KA-BOOOOOM!

The entire factory rumbled and shook as if it would collapse.
Dust tumbled down from seemingly everywhere.

“What is he doing?!”

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The balaclava-wearing martial artists all flinched while looking at where that door had lodged itself.
Kang Jin-Ho was already standing there, and he still didn ’t bother to stare at them.
He grabbed the other door hanging loose on its broken hinges and slowly pushed it close.

Creeeeaaak…

The metal door issued goosebump-inducing friction noises.

“Isn ’t he…?”

The balaclava-wearing men finally figured out what Kang Jin-Ho had been doing all this time.
He was ’returning ’ the broken doors to their original place!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Kang Jin-Ho kicked the doors several times to securely shut the doorway.
Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, he let go and slowly turned around to face the group of martial artists.
And on his lips was a deep grin—a grin absent on his face before.

“Now…” Kang Jin-Ho muttered; his voice sounded turbid and dark.
He sounded completely different from when he was talking to Kang Eun-Yeong only a few short moments ago.
It was as if a devil stuck in hell was whispering while clamoring to get out.

It sounded vicious and monstrous but also preternaturally calm.
Kang Jin-Ho’s voice contained emotions that shouldn ’t be able to co-exist at the same time.

“Now, none of you can escape.”

Kang Jin-Ho ’s smile was incredibly bright.