“Ugh…”

Kwak-jung moaned and woke up from his deep sleep.

“God dammit.”

He had no idea what the hell was going on right now.

Around 5 weeks ago, he had gone into Park Doo-sik’s office and fought a stranger, before being absolutely pummeled by him.

Until then, that was the life of an average gangster.

It was normal for people like them to go single-handedly against an enemy, before being beaten up by them.

It even came out in a lot of movies.

The main character, or the villain beat the enemy organization up while relaxedly smoking.

But that was not all.

When he woke up, what waited for him was a hospital room guarded by metal bars, like prison.

He was wearing titanium handcuffs and clothes that limited his movement.

And he also had a mouthpiece that stopped him from biting his tongue or talking.

“Oop… OOP OOP!! OOOOOOOOOOOP! (You crazy bastards! What the hell...