twenty men, The moment Sun-ho finished speaking, chairs screeched back and tables toppled as Jaeha's men surged at him.
Sun-ho, he calmly rolled his wrist collar.
The first fist came, aimed directly at his face.
Sun-ho smiled.
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NAME:|- SUN-HO
HEIGHT:|- 186 CM
STRENGTH:|- [ XXX ]
SPEED:|- [ XXX ]
POTENTIAL:|- [ ??? ] [Awakened]
INTELLIGENCE:|- [ S ]
ENDURANCE:|- [ XXX ]
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In a blur that no one could follow, his arm moved once, no, four times, Four men collapsed at the same time, their bodies hitting the floor with bone-rattling thuds The others froze, confused, eyes darting to each other as if to confirm what they'd seen But the truth was clear, they hadn't seen a thing.
Jaeha Han blinked, his smirk slipping away His glass of whiskey.
"Get him!" someone shouted.
The rest of the men roared forward In the narrow space, fists, knees, and bottles came flying, but Sun-ho moved with a calmness that bordered on eerie, His steps were light, almost lazy, yet each movement sent bodies flying, He used their momentum against them, twisting wrists, redirecting punches, sending them crashing into walls and tables with the effortless flow of Aikido.
Men slammed into the floorboards, others tumbled over counters, One flew back so hard he shattered a neon sign.
But what unsettled them most wasn't just his strength it was his expression, Sun-ho wasn't even angry He looked almost… bored.
A man with a knife lunged from behind Without even turning his head, Sun-ho struck backward with a casual elbow, The man crumpled instantly, gasping for air.
Another swung a chair Sun-ho caught it with one hand, ripped it from the man's grip, and dropped it aside like trash before planting a fist in his chest, The man flew three meters, folding over a table.
Still, Sun-ho only used one arm, The other stayed in his pocket the whole time.
Between strikes, he muttered almost lazily, "I'm holding back and still..."
The words cut through Jaeha's men, already shaken, faltered mid-charge, realizing this wasn't even his full strength.
But before fear could stop them, more doors slammed open, Reinforcements poured out, another dozen men, stronger, faces scarred with the grit of real street experience, Among them, the lower executives Daeseong Hwang and Dohyeok Kang.
"Boss!" one shouted "We'll handle this!"
Jaeha gave them a nod With sweats at his Face.
The two rushed at Sun-ho with lethal intent.
But they never made it.
Sun-ho vanished, A blur of movement Then two loud CRACKS thundered through the bar, Daeseong and Dohyeok were already on the ground, sprawled in a crater of shattered Floor, unconscious before they realized what hit them.
"Impossible!" someone whispered.
Geon Park and Dongtak Seo, both hardened fighters in their own right, exchanged a glance They didn't hesitate, rushing forward, fists like hammers.
For two seconds, the fight looked even Then Sun-ho moved again Two seconds later, both Geon and Dongtak were sprawled out cold, one draped across a table, the other buried into a broken wall.
Jaeha's second-in-command, Changung Yeom, clenched his fists His jaw tightened, Beside him, Jaeha finally set down his glass, the last of his calm vanishing.
"Enough," Jaeha said, standing His eyes burned into Sun-ho "You wanted a real fight, You'll get it."
Changung stepped forward, ready at his leader's side.
Sun-ho tilted his head, a faint grin Forming. "Finally, something decent."
They lunged, Changung's fists were relentless Jaeha's kicks were sharp, precise, his Taekwondo honed to perfection The air curve with every strike.
But Sun-ho moved like water.
He slipped between Changung's punches, tilted his head past Jaeha's high kick, and weaved around their attacks with almost insulting ease, Every time they thought they had him cornered, he disappeared from their sight, reappearing just out of reach.
Sweat dripped down Jaeha's temple, His strikes grew sharper, faster, desperation mixing with skill, He unleashed his full arsenal of Taekwondo, axe kicks, spin kicks, flying strikes, each one deadly.
Changung roared, pouring all his strength into his fists, slamming the air with enough force.
And yet
Not a single strike landed.
Sun-ho danced around them with one hand still tucked in his pocket, his free hand deflecting their combined onslaught like flies.
After a full minute, their breathing was ragged, Their muscles burned.
Sun-ho sighed His smile faded into disappointment "That's it? I expected more, You've got the heart, but your strength?" His eyes hardened "Pathetic."
Both men gritted their teeth, throwing one last desperate charge.
And in the next instant, they were on the floor, Sun-ho's strikes were so fast, so precise, that neither had time to register the blows before, one second That's all it took.
....
The bar was silent, Broken furniture, shattered bottles, groaning men scattered across the floor.
And in the middle of it all sat Sun-ho, casually lounging on a couch as if nothing had happened, phone in hand, tapping at a game, amused smile.
When Jaeha and Changung finally stirred, groaning awake, they saw him there relaxed, untouched, like he had merely swatted away flies.
"Now," Sun-ho said, not looking up from his screen "join me."
He finally put the phone down, his gaze locking onto Jaeha.
"You and your Executives, you've got potential, Potential to stand where I stand To reach the strength I've reached, But not if you stay here, rotting in bars, wasting your time on scraps, You want power, You want respect, Then walk with me."
Jaeha's chest still heaved from exhaustion He glanced at Changung, then at the broken men littering the floor, His pride burned, but beneath that was something stronger, recognition.
Finally, he gave a slow nod "Fine, We'll Join your Crew."
Sun-ho smilez "Good, I knew you weren't stupid."
And just like that, bar shifted from battleground to recruitment ground, under Sun-ho's vision.
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Zack and Vasco were at it again, sitting across from each other and tossing petty insults.
"You call that a hairstyle? Looks like a bird's nest got electrocuted!" Zack jabbed, flicking his hair back dramatically.
Vasco shot back "Yours looks like it's been through hurricanes."
Zoe shook her head, muttering, "Idiots," under her breath.
Off to the side, Jay sat quietly, his usual stoic presence, He don't talk, but his eyes followed the group, calm and sharp Next to him, Daniel Park, sweating.
Minsoo, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair, sipping from his drink as Zoe sat beside him, chatting about the latest Things.
Then, Mary Kim walked in.
"Empress of Two Seconds" made her way straight to Minsoo's table She stopped at his side, standing tall, her piercing eyes scanning the group briefly before landing on him.
"Minsoo Right," she said, her tone softer than expected "Thanks, for disciplining Vin Jin, He's finally stopped bullying people, At least for now."
Minsoo simply smiled, standing up slightly to return her greeting "You don't need to thank me But, since we're at it, nice to officially meet you, Mary Kim."
Mary's lips curved into the faintest smile "Likewise."
She pulled up a chair, then quickly found themselves talking with her, She slipped into the conversation naturally, even managing to laugh at one of Vasco's ridiculous rants.
But soon her attention drifted back to Minsoo, intense.
Minsoo, didn't flinch like always, He leaned slightly toward Mary, his voice smooth "Can't blame you though, it's hard to ignore someone beautiful sitting this close."
Mary froze, Her cheeks tinted red, her confident mask slipping for just a moment She tried to compose herself, but Minsoo didn't stop.
"You've got curves that could put most runway models to shame" he added with a sly smile.
Zoe's jaw dropped, Zack muttered "No way" they didn't know Minsoo could be like this.
Mary's blush deepened, For the first time in a long time, she seemed flustered Without another word, she pushed her chair back, standing quickly "I'll see you later." She left in a hurry, her usual composure nowhere to be found.
Zack slapped the table "Bro, you rizzed Her!"
Not long after, Vin Jin Came, sunglasses perched on his nose as always He spotted Minsoo immediately, walking over with less arrogance than usual.
"Hey," he started, scratching the back of his neck "About before, Sorry for grabbing your collar, I… overreacted."
Minsoo stood "Apology accepted."
For a second, Vin Jin looked relieved, Then his usual cocky grin returned "Good, Because you'll need someone like me around here anyway."
"Here we go again." Zack muttered.
[AN: Man, do people even read Lookism or at least read the synopsis of Lookism? Because I got a second review talking about clones (^ー^) MC HAVING CLONES. BRUH, THEY'RE NOT CLONES, THEY ARE REAL BODIES! And about the female one, that one has a soul , A REAL SOUL. Sometimes I question these readers... HOW DO THEY EVEN READ? *coughs* I think I got a little rogue. You know I'm writing this with my mental condition being bad, and I'm not even writing this for money Or anything. If anyone were in my place, they would have committed suicide. I'm 18 years old, and in the past 3 years, I have never experienced real joy because of depression. Seven months ago, I got out of depression, but as for my mental health, huh , I don't know. Anyway , I already got 3 bad reviews.... At this ratio, I think my story will be below 4 stars. Now that's it. Bye, peace out. 👋]