The Return of the Disaster-Class Hero

Chapter 8 - Some strange bastard appeared (1)

The expressions of Mr. Hwahng and the young man were a sight to behold. 'This bastard offered to take us home so that he could spring this on us?

"You!"

"You don't have to thank me! I already know," Lee Gun said.

Mr. Hwahng massaged his forehead when he saw Lee Gun's mischievous grin. He had found it out of character when the bastard had kindly offered to escort them home.

'That was his goal from the start!' Mr. Hwahng quickly whispered into the ears of the young man, "Hey, are you sure about this? He looks a bit dangerous."

The two of them had seen Lee Gun kill the wolves, then they saw how he dealt with the couple earlier. When Lee Gun had read some random article, they had to stop him from rushing toward Cheongwadae, which they barely accomplished.

"Then there's that incident at the karaoke. Do you remember what he said his name was?" Mr. Hwahng said to the young man.

"Ah!" The young man recalled the news.

"Do you remember that troublesome Lee Gun cult the news reported? They are famous, and everyone says to avoid them."

"But..." The young man looked toward Lee Gun. While they were talking, Lee Gun stood in front of the villa's entrance, looking at a machine.

It was a vending machine.

The young man, who had been monitoring Lee Gun, was in a bind. "Honestly, I don't mind! My roommate—"

"Ah! That's right!" Mr. Hwahng felt relieved. "Your roommate is a famous high-rank disciple, right?"

"Ah, yes!" the young man replied.

"Your roommate might kick him out immediately. He won't put up with him if that man isn't Lee Gun." Mr. Hwahng pounded the young man's back. "Anyway, it seems the streets are in a lot of unrest because of the news about Lee Gun. Be careful! If something happens, contact me. I'll call the police."

"What? He doesn't seem like a bad person..." the young man said.

Kwahng!

"Ahk!"

The two of them yelled out in fright when the sound of destruction rang out once again. Chips were pouring out to the ground. After kicking the vending machine, Lee Gun mischievously laughed. This time, he had damaged a snack vending machine the Archer Saint owned. "Hell yeah! I acquired some late-night snacks."

Mr. Hwahng and the young man didn't respond to him.

"You said he's not a bad guy? Him?" Mr. Hwahng asked the young man.

"..."

It seemed they might have to call in the police.

* * *

"Who did this?" An angry shout rang within a room in one of the university-affiliated hospitals in Seoul. The loud shout made the nurses squeeze their eyes shut.

A patient lay on top of the hospital bed, wrapped up like a mummy. It was none other than the rich kid who Lee Gun had beaten to a pulp for smoking in the street. Standing beside this injured kid was an old man with furrowed brows. The old man asked, "Who put my grandkid in this state?"

A Korean man sighed in response to the loud voice. "Chairman, please do not worry about your grandson. Our temple will take responsibility. We'll look after him."

This man was an officer for Korea's first-rank Gemini temple. When Min Sunghoon had gotten the call, as an S rank disciple, he had wondered if he heard wrong. Someone had beaten a person affiliated with a temple directly managed by the Gemini Saint, Korea's first-rank Gemini temple, in full daylight. However, that wasn't important right now.