Chapter 50: Unexpected Kindness
Someone approached Cha Eui-jae, who was soaking wet from seawater, both in body and mind. A man cracked his knuckles, making bone-cracking sounds, and barked at him.
"Hey, you bastard, I can see you rolling your eyes under your eyelids. If you're awake, get up quickly..."
Something flew toward his face this time. Judging by the speed and the flow of the air, it seemed to be a fist. Cha Eui-jae remained seated, eyes closed, only wiggling his toes.
"Open your eyes!"
Thwack! A feather-light punch landed on his cheek. One second, two seconds, three seconds.
"Ahhh!"
The scream erupted from somewhere other than Cha Eui-jae's mouth. Cha Eui-jae finally opened his eyes slightly. The skinhead who had thrown the punch was hopping in place, clutching his reddened, swollen fist. The dim lighting reflected off his closely shaved head, flickering like a chaotic strobe light.
"My, my hand!"
As he hopped around as if his feet were on fire, the other thugs surrounding him jeered.
"Hey, stop whining, you bastard!"
"What's with the fuss after hitting his face with your fist?"
"It's not fussing, I'm telling you!"