City ​​of Witches 766

Chapter 766 – #162_A Field Trip To The Mortal Realm (5)

#766

1.
High school dropout, multiple stays in juvenile detention, eight prior convictions, numerous street fights, and a total of 50 million won spent on assault settlements.
Irezumi tattoos covering both arms and back, currently the figurehead owner of a recently popular illegal hold’em pub.

Park Hyung-chil was what you’d call a lowlife.
He’d gathered his friends to drink from midday, and after finishing his cigarette, he flicked the butt to the ground.

“Wow, look at that ass, damn.”

His gaze was fixed on a woman walking through the alleyway of bars.

Without a doubt, she was the most beautiful woman in Park Hyung-chil’s 28 years of life.

Petite, yet with a superior figure that didn’t feel small at all, distinct features, and a firm body that wasn’t completely hidden by her loose clothing.
At first, Hyung-chil thought he was too drunk or that what he was seeing was some kind of illusion.

Because the color of her hair, tied up in a ponytail that swayed like a tail, was pink.
In this neighborhood, where many young people express themselves with unique styles, such a distinctive color was rare.
It wasn’t the frizzy hair from bleaching and dyeing.
It was straight hair boasting a soft pink color like newly bloomed cherry blossoms.

All these factors combined to create a beauty that was hard to believe was human.

“Haa, sss…. I can’t speak English. How do you do? Nice to meet you?”

The other person was clearly a foreigner.
But he couldn’t let such a beautiful person slip away.

He’d heard that with K-pop and the Korean Wave, foreign women’s favorability towards Korean men was skyrocketing.
And unlike the deformed tastes of Korean women who preferred effeminate men, foreign women liked a bear-like physique like his.

In other words, Park Hyung-chil thought he had a chance.

Hyung-chil quickly checked his style in the side mirror of his illegally parked BMW.
Then, he racked his brain, which wasn’t working too well, trying to come up with some English to start a conversation, only to belatedly notice the man next to her.

And the gentle smile he had been wearing twisted into a scowl.

He was about 180cm tall.
He looked stylish even in casual clothes, and his muscles were nicely pumped under his clothes.
And most of all, his face was no joke.
He was the type of effeminate man that Park Hyung-chil hated the most.

“That’s clearly a slut.”

He would never admit it outwardly, but subconsciously, Hyung-chil had acknowledged defeat.

At the same time, the woman who had looked so beautiful just moments ago now seemed ugly and distorted.

She was clearly a brainless slut who would spread her legs for any good-looking man.
And that guy next to her probably had a 3cm dick.

His inferiority complex and jealousy, combined with his drunkenness, naturally led to irritation.
Seeing them back-hugging or kissing and being lovey-dovey made him even more upset.

And Park Hyung-chil was the kind of man who removed his brain filter when he was pissed off.
Just then, his group of friends, who had followed him out to smoke, arrived, making him feel even more emboldened. He started picking a fight, loud enough for them to hear.

“Hey, you’ve got the whole street rented out. Go to a motel, go to a motel.”
“Don’t, Oppa~ Why are you like this~ They’ll hear~”
“So what, damn it. Let them hear.”

The woman was there too, so he wanted to show off his masculine side. Hyung-chil swaggered and spat, secretly hoping the guy would respond to his provocation.

“Me?”

Just by looking at the dumbfounded expression of the effeminate guy, he could tell what was up.
He had a pretty face but clearly had never been in a fight.

With the woman next to him, he couldn’t back down, but he didn’t want to fight either, so he was being passive.

Hyung-chil was 185cm tall and weighed 110kg, a natural physique.
He hadn’t gone to a sports university, but he had done judo when he was in sports high school.
He had the physique to be unmatched in a street fight.

The man grumbled, as if the situation was about to escalate, and then turned around.

In that moment, Hyung-chil was the victor.
It would have been best to beat the guy who had picked a fight, but how embarrassing would it be to chicken out in front of a woman?

Hyung-chil’s friends seemed to feel the same way, and they all laughed at the man.
Just as he was about to end the minor incident, feeling a deepening sense of friendship.

“You think you’re so good at fighting?”

The man, who he thought would run away, turned around, rolled up his sleeves, and approached.

2.
Cafe owner A, who witnessed and reported the incident, described the situation as follows:

‘A fight? It doesn’t happen that often.’
‘But there are bars around, so it happens from time to time.’
‘You could tell what was going to happen. If you’re a man, you know. That tension, like, oh, this is going to be a fight. From then on, I reported it first and then watched.’

‘There was a handsome guy and a bunch of thugs, and at first, I felt sorry for the guy. He was being unfairly picked on and was about to get into a fight. And honestly, I thought he was going to lose for sure.’
‘Because in street fights, the size difference is more than half the battle, right? But the guy looked like he weighed at least 40kg less than the thugs.’

The prey had taken the bait as intended.
Hyung-chil was inwardly rejoicing, but he continued to sneer.
He puffed out his chest like a gorilla threatening a rival.

“Why are you eavesdropping like a creep? Huh? You wanna hit me?”
“Yeah, you should get hit.”
“I’ll let you hit me once. If you have money, try it.”

Cafe owner A (34) shook his head and said.

‘After that, the tattooed pig kept picking a fight, and it seemed like he wanted to get hit first. Because in assault cases, it’s not about who started the fight, but who threw the first punch, right?’
‘The handsome guy seemed really angry too, and he went right at him. It was a shame….’

Meanwhile, Siwoo was feeling troubled.

To Siwoo, fighting was always a battle against witches in an otherworldly realm.

He had used his strength against slaves when Diana was almost kidnapped, but those guys were such trash that he had beaten them with the mindset of “die if you want to.”

But wasn’t it a bit much to cripple someone just for talking behind his back?
He was angry and wanted to teach them a lesson, but he couldn’t figure out how hard he could hit them.

So, he chose to slap them.
At least that wouldn’t kill them or leave them disabled.

-Whack!!!

“Kuek!”

Cafe owner A (34, virgin) continued his explanation.

‘It wasn’t like the sound of a slap at all…. It felt like popping a really thick rubber balloon?’
‘That big guy staggered in one hit.’
‘But he must have been worth his weight because the tattooed pig immediately grabbed the guy’s right sleeve and collar.’

‘I’ve been doing judo for five years. I could see it clearly. That crazy bastard was trying to do an arm throw on the asphalt.’
‘As you know, the power of judo is completely different on a mat versus on the street, right? And with the difference in weight between the two, I thought at least a fracture was coming.’

Park Hyung-chil was still dazed by the ringing in his ears from the ear slap.
He didn’t know what he had been hit with, but his legs had almost given out in one blow.

Nevertheless, with the adrenaline from the pain, Hyung-chil regained his senses and immediately lunged to throw the effeminate guy to the ground.
He had a firm grip on his right sleeve and collar.

Once he got this far, victory was as good as his.

“Rai rai cha cha cha!!!”

But….
Even with a loud shout and all his strength, he didn’t budge.
Was this what it felt like to try and throw a telephone pole?
He had never experienced anything like this before, so he was bewildered.

“Let go, you’ll stretch my clothes.”
“Y, you, you bastard….”

A technique that didn’t work at all, the tremendous strength he could feel in that short moment.
Hyung-chil felt it in the unrealistic calmness of the effeminate guy who had grabbed his wrist with indifferent eyes.

He was screwed.
He thought.

Cafe owner A (34, virgin, early M-shaped hair loss) said with a somewhat bewildered expression.

‘I really don’t know how he did it, but… after that, the guy released his grip and grabbed the pig by the hair.’
‘And then he kept slapping him.’
‘I thought grabbing hair and slapping was something only women did in fights… but wow, it was so brutal.’
‘Every time I heard the sound of “smack! smack!” a rainbow appeared. Yes, a real rainbow.’
‘The blood that sprayed out from his mouth met the neon lights and created a blood-red rainbow.’

Thugs have their own sense of loyalty and pride.
They couldn’t just stand by while their comrade was getting beaten.
The four who had been smoking and snickering from behind all rushed at Siwoo at once.

“Oh no! Our leader Hyung-chil is getting beaten like a dog on Boknal!”
“Now we have to step in!”
“Let’s show him the power of friendship! You effeminate bastard!”
“I wanted to be born handsome too!”
“Giga Drill Break!”

Cafe owner A shuddered as he finished his final recollection.

‘It was like watching a Hong Kong movie.’
‘If four people rushed at you at once, you’d be intimidated, but he just calmly stepped back.’
‘That’s when I was sure. That guy… is a pro.’

‘He didn’t make any unnecessary dangerous attacks, he easily tripped them if they got close, and he dodged every attack… wow, really. My blood was boiling.’
‘I’ve retired from the front lines and am now a cafe owner, but I realized that I’m still a male who seeks primal power.’

When the fight was over, there was a man dusting off his hands and five men groaning on the ground.
There was also a woman, but he didn’t think he needed to beat up a woman, so he left her alone.

“Oppa! Hyung-chil Oppa!”

Only after confirming that Siwoo didn’t have any particular hostility did the woman run to Hyung-chil….

“This is the Shinchon Police Station. We received a report of assault.”

Two police officers who had arrived in an instant looked around with bewildered expressions.

In a street fight, it doesn’t matter who started it.
It doesn’t matter that it was a one-versus-many fight.
The moment you hit first, it’s assault, and if you push even once, it’s mutual.

Either way, a report had been filed, so they had to take action.

Hyung-chil, who had been pretending to be dead on the ground, jumped up as soon as he saw the police.

“Officer! That bastard assaulted me first! There are CCTVs over there! Look! Look at this blood! Wow, damn, my teeth are even loose!”
“Okay, okay, calm down, sir. Let’s go to the station and fill out a statement.”

In fact, they could just run away and there wouldn’t be a problem.
After all, Siwoo and Elloah were witches.
Humans who weren’t in contact with the ‘Mystic’ would forget their existence after a short time.

Or they could have created a hidden barrier and disappeared right in front of them, but….
Siwoo didn’t bother.
His teacher, who had been watching the situation, stepped forward and showed his ID.

“I am Elloah Tiferet, First Secretary of the U.S. Embassy in Korea. May I make a phone call?”

He trusted his teacher’s connections.