⚡️-REWRITTEN ELECEED ALTERNATE UNIVERSE-⚡️

CHAPTER 30: VENGEANCE AS A PASTIME

"...care to explain the situation?" And her eyes met mine. I pretended not to notice her glare with head turn and a whistle, even though I knew she could see right through me, and she knew that I knew she knew.

"I'll explain." That was Ihyuk. Bless his soul. If it wasn't the big, scary union officer, than it was going to be me, and I did not want it to be me. This is why I keep Ihyuk around. "This... committee member," he gestured to Wooin, "wanted to battle Jisuk. And since it is better to battle indoors, we decided to bring them here."

"He's not one of us." Seongha spoke without as much glancing Ihyuk's way. One might even say he spoke mockingly... "he's merely under our management."

Ihyuk's nerves were never so quick to trigger. "Must be the same thing if you manage him so poorly that he can just go and pick fights whenever he desires." Eloquence and spite was never his forte.

Jiyoung was already aware of the spite growing between them, judging by the narrow look in her eye.

"If we're going to talk about 'management,' perhaps we should touch on a certain member of your organization." That's me. "I think there's a far greater chance that Jisuk provoked Wooin first, considering his reputation."

"I'm right here."

Ignored.

"How dare you speak like that on our territory? If front of Chairwoman Jiyoung Yoo, the older sister of Jisuk? Are you looking for a fight too?"

Their heads were only inches away from butting, icy air freezing to colder temperatures as the antagonizing grew worse.

I wonder if this is how Jiyoung feels when she sees me teasing Ihyuk.

At the thought, I glanced at her from the side. Same, cold expression...

Luckily, she spoke before the two grown men of high rank could start a petty fistfight. "Both of you, please stop."

And that was all it took, because their fear of Jiyoung was greater than their need for petty vengeance. I couldn't blame them.

Immediately, they stood tall and straight again with their hands behind their backs. "Yes, Chairwoman."

Meanwhile, Wooin was trekking toward the center of the training grounds while nobody was watching, sparing me a glare as he brushed past.

A smile crept up my lips. Gullible bastard really wants to win that deal, huh?

Only a few steps toward the center and he was already summoning and overwhelming amount of numen to surround himself.

Instantly, I knew what it was. Telekinesis.

This won't be hard.

What did prove to be difficult was the abrupt bolt of red numen shooting toward me almost too swiftly for me to evade.

"Bastard— give me a chance to get ready, would you?"

He had the audacity to sigh. "Do you want to talk or did you want to fight?"

Annoyance pricked my nerves just enough for me to want to pummel his face into the ground.

Instantly, I summoned wind around myself and condensed it into my palms. "Fine. Get ready to die."

Not a second later, I conjured bolts of wind hurling his way, and pursued him with a close range of attacks after he dodged.

Once, he stomached a blow induced with numen to the shoulder, but in turn he grabbed my wrist and amplified his telekinesis into my body, searing my skin.