The two people got together and started punching, and the sounds of flesh being crushed and bones being struck were horrifying.
"Uh...!"
Meanwhile, a woman who was passing by with foo d trays stacked on top of each other was hit by their eIbows and fell to pieces.
Some trays rolled on the floor with a sound as if they were breaking, while others fell on the woman's body with a clatter.
However, despite the loud noise, the two members, who had already turned their eyes, continued to pound their fists.
The lady had her hands on her waist and couldn't get up for a while. She was about to approach him when Seo-ryeong quickly took off her rubber gloves and walked towards him.
puck-! Something heavy hit her head and fell over her shoulder and onto her floor.
"!..."
I couldn't help but laugh when I was greeted by a meal tray that came flying out of nowhere. Red, sticky sweet and sour pork sauce dripped down her face, and kimchi and seasoned vegetables flowed from her hair. Her forehead was throbbing and tingling where it hit her tray.
The men, who did not stop punching despite all the commotion, now rolled on the floor again with the mo mentum of breaking even the furniture. It seemed lik e it wasn't normal for people to not be able to let go of their anger at all.
That's why they called me a patient. Patients with excess testosterone. Only then did Seo-ryeong nod to her interviewer's words and help the fallen woman.
"I'll clean the floor today."
"huh?"
Then he moved to his seat and lifted the food trash can. The woman, who was astonished by the unusual momentum, said, "I'm interfering for no reason..." That was when I even said "!"
Seo-ryeong poured food on the tangled crew.
"Lunch time is over."
All noise disappeared and silence came.
***
Without even being able to wash properly, Seo-rye ong just roughly shook off the leftovers and got into t he elevator.
People's gazes continued for a long time, perhaps b ecause of the dirty white clothes and the smell of foo d waste. In particular, those who rode the elevator to gether wrinkled their noses and turned their heads.
"Yeah, I heard you ran into the crew...."
Seo-ryeong was called and faced the interviewer fo r the first time in a long time. He muttered with a sigh, his eyes still wide open.
The man was said to be the head of the Logistics Department. Seo-ryeong hid her disapproving expressi on and lowered her head. What did I say at the end of the interview.... The discomfort did not go away.
The commotion that occurred in the restaurant quickly became known. A whisper about a young woman who spilled food waste on two crew members who were in a fist fight.
That frivolous gossip was talked about much more casually than the story about the vacancy in the special security team.
"I found out last time that Han Seo-ryeong is neither fearful nor naive...."
"..."
"I told you to cook a good meal, but who told you to leave me there?"
Seo-ryeong just lowered her head even further. Thi s was because he had learned through long experience that things would end more quickly if he did not make eye contact at times like this, rather than apologizing.
Everyone was like that. When people saw Seo-ryeong's unmoved and indifferent eyes, they became even more furious and excited.
She looked at the tips of her shoes, which had beco me dirty as she poured the food waste into them.
"Okay, well... Actually, it's the fault of those who fought. They said the crew broke chairs and stepped o n food trays. Seo-ryeong, I understand how you feel. still...."
"..."
"Among the fighters, there was one who was particularly hot-tempered. That's his original personality, but Seo-ryeong was very venomous. So our position was a little awkward. "He had a very spotted face as he was making a fuss to bring Han Seoryeong."
Oh that guy.... Lee Chae flashed across Seoryeong's eyes.
There was one guy whose mouth and fists were relatively rougher and more arrogant. The two members who were hit by the food bomb turned to ice, but one of them quickly came to his senses and quickly changed his focus to grabbing Seo-ryeong by the collar.
The blinking of the eyes was unsightly, as if the eyes were stinging from the food seeping into them. It was a shame that the crew members who were passin g by came rushing in and separated the two, and I couldn't forget the fierce look in their eyes that glared at Seo-ryeong until the end.
"Han Seo-ryeong was excessive."
"..."
"In such a situation, no one acts like Han Seo-ryeong. They're crew members. Blast is a company that re volves around combatants. We are the workforce that supports and supports those people. "Are you clueless?"
ah.... At that time, Seo-ryeong raised her head, which had been lowered the whole time.
"Ma'am, I think I need to check your waist."
"Is that something that can be said in this situation?"
"The crew only suffered bruises and a busted lip, b ut your back will be slow to recover."
"I have no idea what's important right now...."
The wrinkled eyes are nervous. The head of the department disheveled his messy hair even more.
Here, there were not only soldiers who had been exemplarily discharged from the regular army, but also many problematic people who had been kicked out after causing accidents.
Perhaps it was because they gathered together people who had learned and mastered nothing but using their bodies, and there were constant fights of one kind or another.
By nature, they were a group of people who only be came quiet within class and hierarchy, so once they got angry, things became complicated.
"I decided to leave it alone...."
The division manager clicked his tongue and sighed.
"If anything, please do not contact or meet with that member separately. Wear your mask well...."
"..."
"I will bear it once to see the face of Information Team Leader Pil-gyu Jeong. Otherwise, I would have just removed the protruding nail."
"Ma'am, your waist is-"
"Get out!"
He waved his hand as if he didn't want to hear it.
Seo-ryeong didn't understand why he was so angry. Tilting her head, she turned around with an unanswered question in her mind.
At that time, the irritated voice came again.
"At least take that towel..." !"
"yes?"
"Please tell me what to do with that face."
He crumpled the paper cup and threw it into the trash can, but it bounced off the edge. AC.... A soft curse was heard.
Before leaving the office completely, Seo-ryeong picked up a towel that was loosely hanging on the chair. Fortunately, it was a new towel with no musty smell.
She stood in front of the elevator with a towel draped over her head. She went down and first wiped her hair and changed her clothes first. And she did the rest of the laundry.....
She calmly reviewed in her mind what she had to do.
Ding-.
The elevator opened.
Because of the long towel that covered the top of the head, only people's feet were visible.
Filling the elevator were black military boots and flawless men's shoes.
It was a bad ride. I didn't have the slightest thought of hurting and getting angry at so many people like this.
It was time for her to take a step back.
"Why don't you get on?"
A low, slow voice pierced my ears. Seo-ryeong paused, but instead of answering, she just took a step back once more.
"Are you really not going to ride it?"
Even when I heard it again, it was a firm voice that strangely made my hair stand up.
As the door was about to close, he leisurely pressed the open button. Rough hands and an expensive-looking watch were caught in the view obscured by a towel.
At that time, I had the absurd idea that the man was somehow looking at me intently. My chin, neck, and forearms started itching one after another from the persistent gaze.
Seo-ryeong shook her head as if to shake off the at tention coming from all over the place. Then, her hand lightly dropped from the button as if she had suggested it.
Why doesn't it close quickly....
"..."
"..."
He just took his hand off the button, but didn't bother to press the close button. Seo-ryeong, whose mouth was dry for no apparent reason, just stared at the bottom of the elevator.
It was at that time that the man who had been standing motionless suddenly pressed the heel of his shoe, as if crushing it. It seemed as if he could hear a faint, self-mocking sound of the wind above his head.
Only when the elevator door was finally about to close did Seo-ryeong slightly remove the towel that was blocking her view.
There, soldiers in black military uniforms and a man in a suit were talking to each other. Even though only the profile of her face was visible, those flowing lines immediately made me think she was a beauty.
He's a strange-looking person....
Seo-ryeong thought nothing of it and turned around. She should just go to the emergency stairs. A steady pace continued.
Then, when I felt a strange throbbing sensation in t he back of my head, I turned around. My eyes met the man who was having a small conversation with the person next to me.
No, is it an illusion? Did we encounter it or not?
"...."
But before I could be sure of that, the elevator door was shut tightly. Seo-ryeong felt a little dazed and just stood still, holding the doorknob of the emergency staircase.
Even though it was only a passing glance, the eyes were so well-forged as if they could pierce through. The look in his eyes, which was completely different fr om his relaxed voice, made the back of my neck feel cold for a short moment.