"I didn't know that this cafeteria was divided into The Chosen People and The Loser One," Jansen replied calmly. From the back right side, Charlie suddenly kicked the table. The banging created a clinking sound of Jansen's cutlery. Jansen could hear several people in the cafeteria whispering. They were horrified by Charlie's actions. "Don't act like you've mastered every area of the training center," Charlie whispered. "You know, I'm your senior. Respect me." Jansen let out a rude sigh after hearing Charlie's words. He wanted to laugh so badly. Charlie didn't even know how old Jansen was in this future year. Jansen would have been older than Charlie if his face hadn't remained so young. "Do you even know the age of the person you're talking to?" Jansen quipped with a chuckle. He was still calm. "Why did you come, Matthew?" asked Jansen. "There was a monster moaning from inside that room. People from fifty meters away could hear it. Since I knew you were taken to Mr
"Something must have happened. Aren't you going to tell me?" Matthew asked. "You know... have you ever seen the kind of monster that can control shape-shifting?" Finally, Jansen couldn't help himself. Matthew furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" "A parasitic monster that can transform into a human, then turn into a monster. It can control when it changes, and it even looks like an ordinary human," Jansen explained. Matthew looked at Jansen with confused and strange eyes. "I've never met a monster like that. Why are you asking?" Jansen's rough breathing sounded exasperated. He had already guessed that the type of monster he saw as Frank's guard-personal was not the usual type. "What did they do to regenerate a monster virus like that?" muttered Jansen. He suspected that the organization was conducting experiments to create new virus regeneration during his disappearance. Jansen instantly regretted that he had run into the tunnel. He should still be in the past,
"You're right. Ah, your sense of judgment is very sharp. So, lend me your clothes first," Jansen replied. "Why should we help you, asshole?!" Jansen's expression was made to feign surprise when he heard one of the Black Warrior members curse. "I didn't expect you to be so rude to me," Jansen retorted. "Mr. Frank is after me, you should be careful how you treat me." Without answering Jansen, two members of the Black Warrior suddenly lunged at Jansen. One of them swung his hand to deliver a punch attack to Jansen's face. Jansen ducked with his left hand and strong strength. Meanwhile, his right hand swung a fist at the jaw of the Black Warrior in front of him. After that, his bandaged left hand quickly elbowed the center of the ribs. Jansen's attack sent the Black Warrior in front of him staggering backwards. Then another Black Warrior was about to swing a weapon at him. Jansen deftly held the member's weapon, gripping it for a few moments. Jansen's gaze was intense
"IDIOT! WHY ARE YOU HOLDING MY LEG?!" Frank kicked Jarco's hands to release his grip. Jarco immediately jerked back as his face was hit by Frank's kick. His face was already battered with some pretty thick bruises and congealed blood that looked like it was brand new. "You didn't do anything wrong? Oh, right. You gave the virus sample to that bastard Jansen, and you let him find an anti-virus to cure some experimental objects!" Frank snapped. After saying that, Frank bent down to punch Jarco repeatedly in the face. The force was so strong that there was quite a loud slapping sound. "Hey, I really hate traitors, you know? You ruined a multi-billion dollar experiment!" Frank yelled at Jarco again. Jarco couldn't fight Frank because his hands were tied. He looked like he was trying hard to endure the pain of Frank's blows. "I've told you repeatedly, Mr. Frank, that the virus sample will only further harm the experimenters! How can you give them a virus that will make th
"Who are you?" asked Jansen, starting to feel wary. The sound of footsteps scraping the asphalt could be heard as the silhouette drew closer to Jansen. "Hey, who are you?" Then came a sardonic laugh. "Too bad it's going to be bad for you, Mr. Jansen. You've tried to be the best CEO you can be," the voice said later. DOR! Right after the words were heard, Jansen groaned as he felt a bullet pierce one of his legs. Jansen fell after a second bullet pierced his leg again. As Jansen felt the bleeding on his leg, he saw someone dressed in black standing nearby. BRAK! Something slammed into Jansen's head causing a dizzy sensation. His vision blurred, making it impossible for him to see who the person standing next to him was. "Say goodbye to your company, Jansen." Jansen's body relaxed, lying on the asphalt of the tunnel. His gaze was fixed on his document folder that had fallen a few feet away from him. In the dim lamplight he could see the mysterious man picking up
When Jansen saw a tunnel, he hurriedly turned into it. He accelerated his pace while occasionally looking at Frank-the man was lagging far behind. Jansen thought about finding a hiding place. He entered the abandoned-looking tunnel, not stopping running until he reached the center of the tunnel. "Gosh. Why is he chasing me so eagerly like that?" muttered Jansen, trying to catch his breath. Jansen's steps moved slowly the further he entered the tunnel. There was no light other than the dim lamp on the abandoned post box. Jansen stopped at the abandoned post box, watching in wonder. "Who would use a post box in a place like this?" Jansen asked, feeling strange. "Do you think you've run far enough, Mr. Jansen?" Jansen stiffened at the sound of that voice. He looked to the side and saw a shadowy silhouette from a few meters away. The dark atmosphere made it impossible for him to see clearly. "Who are you?" asked Jansen, starting to feel wary. The sound of footsteps scraping the
"We don't have much time, I can't hold my breath," Richard said with a wary gesture. Jansen couldn't answer yet. He was thinking about how to get past the half-human monster man. While the man was moving left and right, there was a good chance that Jansen and Richard would be touched by his hands. "I will run to the right side, while you are on the left side," Richard said again using his body instruction gesture. Before Jansen could respond, Richard suddenly held out a piece of wood to him. Jansen immediately glared and was about to return the wood to Richard. But unfortunately Richard had already started his move. Finally Jansen also began to move quickly to the right side of the monster man. Just as Jansen was about to pass the man, suddenly the man's direction turned to the left - the side he was about to pass. Suddenly Jansen stepped back and avoided the two outstretched hands of the half-human monster man looking for prey. But at that moment he felt he couldn't ho
"He's not the member of The Strong People who hurt you. But he's one of their group, Jansen. What if he gets influenced later-" "What nonsense are you talking about now?" asked Matthew, cutting Joseph off. Jansen sighed heavily at their argument. "Can you guys please not create an argumentative atmosphere? If you want to make enemies, go ahead. But I'm not hostile to anyone," Jansen said. Seeing the disgruntled look on Jansen's face made Joseph and Matthew fall silent. But their gazes were equally annoyed at each other. After the atmosphere had begun to subside, Matthew rubbed the back of his neck. He instantly felt guilty for what happened to Jansen. "Jansen, I apologize for what The Strong People group did. I didn't expect them to trap you like that," Matthew replied. Jansen frowned after hearing Matthew's words. "Why would you say that? You didn't do anything wrong," Jansen said. "Besides, it seems like the culture of seniority in The Strong People group is v