Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Smack—!!

A harsh impact rang out as Namgung Jin’s head snapped back.

“Guh—”

A strained groan escaped him, but it was cut short.

Because before his head could even settle—

Boom—!!!

My fist drove into his face once more.

The sound of impact was akin to a boulder shattering.

The sheer force of the strike sent Namgung Jin airborne, his body twisting as he spun through the air.

A trail of blood arced from his nose, drawing a perfect circle as he tumbled.

His body was about to crash into the ground—

But—

“Guhhh…!”

Even in that brief moment, he never touched the ground.

Because before he could fall, a hand had already seized his throat, holding him in place.

“Ah, for fuck’s sake.”

A sharp curse spilled out.

My expression twisted in irritation, my blue eyes burning as I glared down at him.

Everyone around me flinched.

“This is just fucking pathetic.”

Tsk.

I clicked my tongue, my stance exuding nothing but indifference.

“At this point, I really have to ask—what the hell is wrong with all the men in your damn family?”

“Ghh… kuh…!”

Namgung Jin’s body trembled.

He was shaking from the residual pain coursing through him.

Smack—!

“Gah—!!”

I slammed my fist into his solar plexus.

His body jerked violently as blood splattered from his mouth.

“You know what I hate the most?”

I asked, my voice dripping with disdain.

“It’s weaklings who don’t know their place but still act like they own the fucking world.”

Crack!

I struck him again.

“If you can’t fight for shit, just shut the hell up and live quietly. Stop pissing me off.”

My words carried a weight close to self-loathing.

Because in my past life, I had failed to do just that.

That was why, without even realizing it, I had let my emotions spill over as I mercilessly beat him down.