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Four security personnel and a small group of people were present in the huge room. Target human mannequins were arranged in the right corner of the room, and various weapons-such as rifles, shotguns, handguns, revolvers, pistols, machine guns, and so forth-were displayed on the racks that lined the walls.
Han Jisung raised his gun and aimed it towards the mannequin's head. Along with some other men who were also busy with their practise, he was perfecting his shooting skills.
However, he unintentionally missed it when he shot the bullet. He groaned, taking off the ear muffs, but as soon as he did, he heard a laugh, loud enough to echo through the room.
"Who the hell was that?" Looking around the space, Jisung sharply asked. A tall boy who was standing a few feet from him was singled out by a finger.
"Yeah, it was me. Do you have any problem, mister?" The taller replied plainly. How dared he talk to him in such a manner, Jisung thought as he cast an unbelievable grimace on his face.
The other gave him a BOmbAsTic side eye as he beckoned for the taller boy to come over. As the other took an eternity to approach him and rest his hands on his hips while asking, "What do you want?" he observed every motion the other made.
"Don't you know who I am?" Jisung questioned, his rage increasing.
"Am I supposed to know you?"
"Stop playing so dumb, bitch." Gritting his teeth, he grabbed his collar of his shirt.
"I guess I did nothing at all, did I? You are the one responsible for this situation."
"Well, instead of laughing at me in that annoyingly high-pitched voice, you should have been a bit more concerned with yourself." He spat.
"Oh yes, and you should concentrate on improving your shooting skills," the taller said with a chuckle.
"You as⏤" After giving him a brief glance, Jisung grinned to himself and said, "I think you're right. I should work on improving my shooting skills." He signalled the security guards as he walked back while releasing his collar.
The other was captured by four men who forcefully held his arms and neck before he had time to figure out what had happened. He was thrown on the ground with his hands forced behind his back in handcuffs.
In spite of his best attempts to free himself, he was unable to do so because one of them repeatedly kicked him in the stomach and the other in the face as blood gushed out his mouth.
He grunted as a security guard pulled his face up, gripped his hair, and forced him to look at the man standing in front of him.
Jisung grinned as he pointed the gun at him aiming at a target out of his head.
"You're so fucking narcissistic!" With a voice full of disgust and hatred, the taller shouted. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Jisung pressing the trigger of the gun. As he felt the world vanish and became black, he breathed heavily. As his anxiousness increased, he felt himself becoming more fragile. He had so many plans for his life; he cannot pass away like this.
