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EP6

When I deliver my last parcel, I feel like Santa Claus.

Someone who brings happiness and joy to people. Jae-seung's family was quite a funny family.

He lives with his parents-in-law and has a cute little daughter.

Whenever I delivered a package, the smell of tomatoes wafted through the house to the front door.

"How are you?"

I see his mum. His wife greets me too.

She's actually a sphere.

The bitch who giggled next to Jae-seung when he was bullying me.

The thing that infuriates me is that the bastards in my life don't even recognise me.

I'm carrying this burden that's too heavy for me to carry into adulthood because of them, and they're completely forgotten.

I wonder why they don't recognise me.

Is it because I shaved my hair short?

Because I have a scar on my arm? Because I'm bigger?

What was I to them that I couldn't even say a simple apology as an adult?

Cruel and immodest thoughts flooded my mind.

"Thank you again, Jung-min."

The whole family is awake.

They are all waiting for me like meerkats.

The whole family comes out and bows to me.

I am gracious to only three of the three kilos of tomatoes they deliver on my schedule.

As soon as they close the door, a fight breaks out.

They rush in, scrambling to find the tomatoes that smell and taste good.

And then they seem to take the rest of the tomatoes.

The house is littered with tomato splatters and juices from all over the place.

And today, inside the tomato box, I wrote another note.

'If you want more delicious tomatoes, please contact me'

010-xxxx-xxxx

Transition to the next step.

Calls come in from the whole family, but Jae-seung only answers from his wife, Gyuri.

"Hello?"

"Jung-min?"

"You're calling about the tomatoes, right?"

"Yes! How much do you want?"

"I work at a cafe, would you like to come for a drink?"

And she found me, bundled up like a blanket.

She even wore sunglasses. I offered her a cup of café latte, a 'crystal meth' with up-based ingredients.

She said it was so good, she took three cups.

I packed all three cups with drugs.

I figured that since I had been doing courier work longer than the café, I had developed a tolerance.

After that, Gyuri never stopped calling. The person who was originally disappointed will contact you and make suggestions.

It's a truth of life.

When you become the best in a field, you can't be poor even if you try to be poor.

People miss that.

If you want to get a pretty girl, you should stop complaining about the world and yourself and start thinking about what you can offer her.

A common male misconception.

They think that if they were softer and nicer to women, they would be more popular.

It's a myth and an illusion. Gyuri and I sometimes had heinous affairs.

Mostly at motels.

A motel in Bisan-dong, Dongan-gu, Anyang.

I give Gyuri a cup of drugged drink and she becomes my slave.

I was a little worried when she became unresponsive.

"Gyuri, are you okay with having sex with me?"

"Of course~, it's best for Jungmin, what, you want to do it again?"

"Don't you feel guilty about that?"

"What kind of guilt? Cheating?"

"Yes, don't you feel sorry for your husband and your child, it's a betrayal."

"Yes, but my husband's a bastard, so I'm okay with it."

"Jae-seung?"

"Yes, he was caught cheating on you two years ago, and he said he deserved to die."

"Who was it?

"Her husband was working at a small business and he cheated on her with the bookkeeper."

"I was going to start a family, but he said it would only last until the kid was 20."

"I see, you've been through a lot."

I was worried. If I gave Gyuri too many doses or mixed them together and she became incapacitated, I would call the police and there was a 100 per cent chance she would be sent to jail.

Sometimes moderation is necessary for a little destruction.

"I'm not going to hand you my coffee or tomatoes anymore."

"What do you mean, I do everything you tell me to do, even now, huh?"

"I can't, I'm going to change the way I supply you, I'll call you."

And then, for a while, they're not in touch. He has another mission.

ep.6.5 

Woo-Jin arrives at the kickboxing gym quite angry.

He says he's doing it to avenge the trauma he suffered from the bullies who bullied him again.

That's why he's better than the other three guys I'm teaching.

I liked his attitude.

He wanted to get it right, just once.

He had suffered a ligament-stretching injury three days earlier, but he came back to do another exercise.

"Woojin, go do a thousand jump ropes, and I'll just hold your meat for you."

"Are you okay with the stretched ligament?"

"Yes, it's a little stretched, but it's okay."

"I'll be right back."

He never takes no for an answer. A relentless yes man.

I spend most of my days in the gym, but he was similar.

Sometimes anger is a good motivator. It's good to experience a lot of bitterness and sweat for the sole purpose of beating and breaking your opponent.

After all, it takes you to a higher place.

It"s never too late to think about revenge.

On a normal weekday, it's almost six o'clock when I finish my workout.

On days when I don't work as a courier, I train longer, but I usually only stay in the kickboxing gym until dinner.

Sometimes I would ask Hwang Chul-woo for advice on my plans.

"Bro, I'm done with my wife, so I'm going to do some other research."

"What kind of research?"

"The orphanage, but I think I need to play this plan like chess."

"Chess?"

"Yes. I don't have to kill all the pieces."

"I need to keep my moves simple and clear."

"Yeah, take it one step at a time. The body reacts to too much of anything at once."

"Thanks, Dean."

When I left the boxing gym, I received a text message from Myung-heon.