God of Blackfield

Five members entered the room and checked their surroundings.

In any other situation, they would have stuck to the plan. However, taking Moon Jae-Hyun, Lanok, and Go Gun-Woo out of the building was far more important.

Right now, they had to rescue the wounded as quickly as possible and avoid any further collapse or attacks that could happen.

Small rocks and powder fell down from the ceiling in a flurry.

Apalled, Jeon Dae-Geuk looked at Kang Chan. He then looked around their surroundings again.

Seok Kang-Ho put a cigarette in between Kang Chan’s lips, then flicked the lighter.

Chk chk. Chk chk.

“Whoo!”

Kang Chan’s back and waist hurt so much that moving even just a bit proved difficult.

A few more agents entered and took care of the wounded. With help, those who could move descended the ladder from the event venue.

The broken wall was basically blocked, and the light permeating through the drilled holes drew long lines that illuminated dust particles.

“Mr. Section Chief, I’ll accompany you outside the building,” someone said.

Jeon Dae-Geuk looked at Kang Chan.

“Please go first. I probably need the medical team’s help to get out of here,” Kang Chan said.

“Let’s talk later.”

“Alright.”

Jeon Dae-Geuk was trying hard to accept their current situation.

As a commander who mainly worked in the field with special forces, Jeon Dae-Geuk saw today’s incident as a painful defeat.

When Kang Chan extinguished the cigarette, he felt languid.

“Can you move?” Kang Chan asked Seok Kang-Ho.

“Are you asking me that because you’re thinking of catching Yang Jin-Woo?”

People who could easily read people’s mind like this fucker was rare.

“Doing that now would be hard. We can certainly kill him, but why should we die with him? Hold your anger in for now. We’ll kill him in the best way possible,” Seok Kang-Ho continued.

Damn it!

Kang Chan straightened his back while gritting his teeth, then looked around his surroundings, which were a mess.

It was so unfair that he had to leave Yang Jin-Woo alone.

Yang Jin-Woo got them three times already—starting from the ambush on Kang Dae-Kyung, the operation in Mongolia, and even today.

Barely stopping his attack didn’t satisfy Kang Chan.

If Yang Jin-Woo would do anything to stop them, then they also wouldn’t refuse to fight.

Patients kept being carried outside.

Chk.

“Mr. Kang Chan, we have contacted your parents. Please come out now,” Kim Hyung-Jung said.

Chk.

“Mr. Manager, take care of the other patients first. Seok Kang-Ho and I will go to the Bang Ji hospital.”

Chk.

“Understood. I’ll tell the others.”

***

Yoo Hun-Woo cut all of Kang Chan’s clothes with scissors, then showered him with disinfectants.

Three doctors rushed toward Kang Chan, who was lying on his stomach. Meanwhile, a nurse washed his hair with a strange medicine.

They removed the foreign objects embedded in his skin with tweezers, disinfected his wounds, applied medication, and wrapped bandages again. They then did an x-ray and a CT scan on him, checking some of his body parts including his waist, spine, neck, and back.

“Whoo, we don’t have to worry too much. Please head up to the patient's room—I’ll visit you this evening after checking on Mr. Seok Kang-Ho in the room next door. If you feel sick, even in the slightest, tell us immediately,” Yoo Hun-Woo said afterward.

Not only Kang Chan, but even Yoo Hun-Woo was tired.

After being moved to his room, Kang Chan blankly sat on his bed…

Rattle.

“Channy!” Yoo Hye-Sook, looking pale with fright, ran toward Kang Chan. “Are you okay? Are you really okay? Aren’t you severely wounded?”

“I’m okay. I’m sorry for making you worried.”

As Yoo Hye-Sook checked and examined his face and body, Kang Chan made her sit on the bed and held her hand.

“See, Mother? Nothing’s wrong with me.”

“Sob, okay. That’s a relief. Sob.”

“Please don’t cry,” Kang Chan said.

Yoo Hye-Sook cried for quite a while. Kang Chan held her hand until she breathed out with a “whoo.”

Afterward, Kang Chan looked at Kang Dae-Kyung, who appeared to have aged ten years in a day.

This was what a child meant to the parents.

Kang Chan found the deep love that he couldn’t feel during his previous life in Kang Dae-Kyung’s aged face and Yoo Hye-Sook’s cries.

“Aren’t you hungry? Did you have lunch?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked.

When Kang Chan smiled slightly, Yoo Hye-Sook felt as if she was becoming a little bit calmer.

“I’m sorry,” Kang Chan apologized.

“Why are you sorry, Channy?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked again.

“Father, please sit here.”

“Okay.”

Kang Dae-Kyung brought over a chair as if suddenly regaining his bearings, then sat next to the bed.

Kang Chan massaged Yoo Hye-Sook’s hand, which was icy cold.

“This must be difficult for you to do, Channy!” Yoo Hye-Sook exclaimed.

“I’m okay.”

Kang Chan wished doing this would warm up Yoo Hye-Sook at least a little bit.

“It seems like your mom is returning to her senses now,” Kang Dae-Kyung commented, looking a little relieved.

“Mother, are you okay now?” Kang Chan asked. When he looked at her, Yoo Hye-Sook breathed loudly while wiping her remaining tears.

“You won’t be able to go abroad to study,” Kang Dae-Kyung said.

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“You think so too?” Kang Chan asked Kang Dae-Kyung.

For some reason, Yoo Hye-Sook couldn’t refute it.

“Ah! Mother has finally smiled!”

“Oh my!”

When Kang Chan extended his hand, Yoo Hye-Sook hugged him from the side, and only their shoulders touched.

“I’m sorry,” Kang Chan apologized again.

“It’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m just glad and okay now that I’m sure you’re safe.”

Kang Chan could tell Yoo Hye-Sook had softened up because of the warmth that he felt on his shoulder, the way she spoke, and the look in her eyes after she straightened her back and gazed at Kang Chan.

“Are you sure you don’t have any critical injuries?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked.

“My back’s a little hurt, but I was told that it’s not serious.”

“How bad is it?”

“They really said it isn’t serious. You know the director here, right? So please don’t worry.”

Yoo Hye-Sook sighed in relief, finally letting go of her worries. She felt fine now.

Rattle!

Crying, Michelle opened the door to Kang Chan’s room.

“Channy!”

“Michelle?” Kang Chan asked.

Michelle quickly ran over and hugged Kang Chan.

“I was so worried. I thought things were going to go wrong! You have no idea how anxious I was just thinking about not being able to see you again!” Michelle unconsciously yelled in French, using the language she was most comfortable with.

She was crying so hard that Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook looked at each other in surprise.

“It’s okay. I’m really okay,” Kang Chan said.

“Honey, let’s buy some fruits and something to drink,” Kang Dae-Kyung suggested.

“Sure, honey.”

When Kang Dae-Kyung gave her a look, Yoo Hye-Sook got off the bed. Michelle cried that profusely.

Damn it!

Michelle hugged him so tightly that the wound on his back throbbed.

Rattle.

After about five minutes since Kang Chan’s parents discretely went out of the room, Michelle stopped crying and look at Kang Chan.

“Are you okay now?” Kang Chan asked.

Michelle nodded as her blond hair fluttered. She was still teary-eyed.

“Channy, don’t work. I’ll work hard to make money.”

“Phuhu.”

Perhaps it was because he was spending too much time with Seok Kang-Ho, but he laughed in a similar way.

“I’m being serious. Do what you want, but stop doing things like this, Channy.”

European women normally wouldn’t say things like that.

Michelle was thinking like an Asian.

“What about the people in the company?” Kang Chan asked.

“They’re at today’s afternoon shoot. They all looked grim because you got injured.”

“Shouldn’t you be there?”

“I’ll stay here for a bit longer.”

Rattle.

The door carefully swung open, and Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook peeked inside the room.

Kang Chan burst out in awkward laughter, and Michelle quickly got up and politely greeted them.

“I’m sorry, Father and Mother,” Michelle apologized in Korean.

“You shouldn’t be sorry for worrying about our Channy. It’s okay, it’s okay. Please sit. Would you like a cup of coffee?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked.

“It’s fine. I-I’ll make it.”

Michelle persistently made them sit, then went over to the water heater.

“Your Korean has improved a lot,” Yoo Hye-Sook commented.

“Thank you, Mother.”

Michelle quickly made four cups of coffee and brought them on a tray. She offered one to Kang Dae-Kyung first.

“Father.”

“Ah! Alright.”

“Channy, tell your father to speak comfortably to me,” Michelle spoke in French, making Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook look at Kang Chan.

“Aren’t you overreacting?” Kang Chan asked in French.

“Channy!”

“She’s saying that you two should speak comfortably to her,” Kang Chan told his parents.

“Wow! How can you have really amazing ways to take care of others?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked.

“Mother, please have coffee as well.”

“Alright. You should have a seat as well. Thank you for coming here—you must be tired because of work.”

Michelle handed Kang Chan some coffee, put the tray down on one side, then sat in a chair.

Kang Chan felt tired for some reason.

They talked for about thirty minutes, then Michelle stood up from her seat.

“Why are you getting up? Are you thinking of going already? Have dinner with us first,” Yoo Hye-Sook suggested.

Michelle asked Kang Chan to interpret for her, then said, “Please stay here comfortably today. I’ll treat the two of you to a meal once Mr. Kang Chan gets better. I looked into a delicious and comfortable French restaurant.”

“Father, I’ll see you next time,” Michelle said. When she extended her arm for a handshake, Kang Dae-Kyung awkwardly hugged her instead like a stern father hugging his cute daughter.

“Mother, it’s a relief that he’s okay.”

Yoo Hye-Sook hugged Michelle like they were close friends and even stroked her back.

Soon after, Michelle left.

“Channy, how old was that young lady again?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked.

“Huh? I’m not sure. Why do you ask?”

“She’s so pretty and gentle.”

There was something strange with the look in Yoo Hye-Sook’s eyes, but Kang Chan pretended not to notice.