delivery girl

Ch.38

This side character had no business being t h a t pretty...
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Woojin gulped as he watched the Burn Knuckle members pick off his men one by one.

'...What is this? We're no match for them!' He looked to Vasco, who was silently watching the chaos. 'I didn't even care about him... He was the leader of the burn Knuckles?!'

"Jace, how did you know I was here?" Vasco asked.

"That's friendship! By now we communicate with telepathy." Jace answered proudly. 'I'm sorry! I secretly downloaded a tracking app on your phone!'

"Ah, I knew it!" Vasco said excitedly. "But you all didn't need to come..."

"What do you mean, Vasco?! We're friends, that's sad!" One of the members protested. 'I hate planting seeds!'

'There's no point!'

'I hate planting durian seeds!'

'This is more exciting!'

While Vasco was distracted with the heart touching moment, the big guy with dyed blonde hair took the chance to come up behind him. He grabbed both of Vasco's shoulders.

"Gotcha!! It's all over for you now! Tell them to stop or I'll crush your shoulders." The big guy demanded. However, his confidence dropped when Vasco gripped his wrists and moved his hands away from his shoulders.

'So strong! No way! He's a monster!'

"Shoulder?" Vasco repeated, turning his head to look at the guy behind him. He spun around and grabbed the other guy's shoulder.

"Don't mess around." He scoffed and squeezed the his shoulder, brining him to his knees.

'There it is! The shoulder grab!'

'That's a killer!'

Woojin watched with wide eyes. 'No way! He beat him in strength. Even all the sophomores are down and out! Who are these freshmen punks?'
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Elsewhere, Jay was sitting in an alley, leaning against his motorcycle as he smoked a cigarette.

Earlier, he had seen a group of guys rallying up, preparing to meet up with some guy called 'Woojin'. Apparently a ton of guys were going to this meetup.

They were probably up to no good... right? Jay had no choice but to intervene.

So now he sat in an alley, looking out at his handiwork. At least a dozen of guys were sprawled on the ground, groaning and bruised.

Jay puffed another cloud.

"Woah, what happened?" A new voice asked.

"Did you do all of this? You're somethin else." A man with black hair said, leaning over Jay's bike to get a better look at the scene.

Jay flinched and jumped up, ready to fight again.

Seeing his defensive position, the stranger frowned. "Hey, Hey. It's fine. Don't worry."

The guy's friend urged him to walk away and he followed.

"Those guys bug us every day- I'm sick of them." He said over his shoulder with a smile so big it made his eyes shut. Then one of his eyes peaked open.

"And hey, you shouldn't smoke. If you quit smoking, you'll get a lover! Me and him both quit and we both met someone!" He said encouragingly.

The two finally walked away and Jay was left in silence. After a few moments, his cigarette fell from between his lips and hit the pavement.