Zhou Bao walked towards Baki. "Who sent you?"
Baki cracked his neck. "Does it matter? After all, dead men don't need to know much."
With that, Baki rushed from his spot and jumped, attacking with a downward two-handed hammer punch. Zhou Bao lifted his forearm to block, but the sheer force created a dent beneath his feet. Zhou used a single hand to throw Baki by his stomach.
Baki rolled away and stood up. "You've got some serious strength. But I like it."
With that, Baki rushed in once again. Zhou tried to grab Baki, but he executed a backflip kick, sending Zhou upward. Baki flipped over and drove his knees into Zhou's midsection while falling, slamming him into the ground.
Zhou stood up and dusted himself off. Then he grabbed Baki and slammed him down behind himself before throwing Baki high into the air. Baki flipped through the air and landed on his feet. Then he leaped forward with a rolling kick.
Zhou grabbed Baki's leg and tried to slam him on the ground, but Baki clung to his arm and twisted. Zhou groaned. Baki smiled and moved from his arm to his shoulder, then attacked with a downward two-handed hammer punch. The strike landed on Zhou Bao's head.
Baki leaped off from his shoulder. Blood began to seep from Zhou's ears, eyes, and nose. Zhou rushed at Baki once again.
Baki spun low on one hand, kicking Zhou repeatedly with both legs. Zhou stumbled back. Baki got up and backhanded Zhou in the nose. A sickening crunch echoed. Zhou fell to the ground, his mind blank.
Baki smiled. "Is it finished already?"
But Zhou groaned and stood up, then started slamming his own head against a wall several times. "Sorry. My head was buzzing. Shall we continue now?"
Baki chuckled. "Why not?"
With that, both of them rushed at each other. Baki rapidly barraged Zhou with punches, then uppercutted him away. But Zhou grabbed Baki and lifted him above his head, then slammed him down. Then he strangled Baki while he was on the floor.
Baki kicked Zhou in the belly, sending him flying back. Baki rushed at him, grabbed Zhou, and slammed him on his knee.
Zhou coughed out blood. Zhou grabbed Baki's head and started to squeeze it. Veins popped on Baki's face. Baki threw a rapid flurry of punches, but Zhou didn't move. Baki threw a straight punch shot from the waist, stiffening his body to its utmost limits at the moment of impact. His fist struck with the weight of his whole body. Zhou was sent flying, creating holes through walls.
Baki took a deep breath. He had used Goutaijutsu once again. But performing it every time was very difficult, as he had to fix all of his joints. Most of the time, fighters don't get enough time to do that.
The battle had finished. Meanwhile, Johan was amazed by the move. "Is this what he used against Daniel?! It's even stronger than what he did at the 4th affiliate!"
Baki stretched his body, then took out his phone and called Choi Bongpal. He turned to Johan. "Let's go outside."
When they reached outside, they saw several men. Choi Bongpal walked out from among them. "Hey~ can I keep those precious products?"
Baki shook his head. "The client requested to burn them."
Choi Bongpal sighed. "There should be at least millions of dollars' worth of drugs in them..."
Baki shrugged. "Can't do anything about that."
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White Tiger Job Centre
Baki was sitting on the sofa with Johan sitting next to him. Baki yawned as he waited for Tom Lee. Tom Lee entered with a grin. "Baki, my boy~ You've done a great job this time!"
Behind Tom Lee was Yeongcheol. Yeongcheol wiped his glasses. "Major General, Jo Gwigwan has transferred the money."
Tom Lee's eyes glinted. "Haha~ Good. Very good."
Baki was uninterested throughout the whole conversation. He got up and started to leave. "Old man, send the money to my account."
With that, Johan and Baki left. On their way, Johan noticed Baki heading towards Gangbuk. Johan asked, "Where are we going?"
Baki smiled but didn't answer. After a while, they reached a rehabilitation center. Johan was surprised. He and Baki dismounted from the bike. They entered the rehabilitation center and went to a private room. Inside lay a woman.
Tears began to well in Johan's eyes. He walked to the woman and knelt before her bed, grabbing her hand. The woman stirred awake. "J-Johan? Is that you?"
But Johan didn't answer. He brought the woman's palm to his face. Warm tears wet the woman's hand. It was Johan's mother. She softly touched Johan's face and started to wipe the tears. But she couldn't see her son.