Goblin Library - Chapter 163

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Chapter 163

The engine roared.
The tires screeched.
Mahmoud wrenched the steering wheel sharply and glanced back with a tense expression. A van was still visible in his mirror.
The gang members had come and gone, and Lee Gang-hun and I had been busy selling our goods.
Then trouble struck. As usual, we loaded the merchandise into the car and departed, but a van appeared and began tailing us.
That alone wouldn’t have been a problem—the Chinese had been conducting surveillance frequently enough.
But today was different. The van pulled alongside us, the window rolled down, and the man inside shouted for us to stop while brandishing a knife.
Seeing that, Mahmoud didn’t hesitate—he floored the accelerator. And so we found ourselves in a high-speed chase in broad daylight.
Mahmoud glanced back and shouted.
“Damn it… I can’t shake them!”
“Didn’t you say you were good at tactical driving during your military service? That your driving skills were incredible?”
Lee Gang-hun pulled a wrench from the glove compartment as Mahmoud accelerated, speaking as he did.
“If I ignored everything around us, I could lose them, but I can’t do that right now.”
Lee Gang-hun nodded in agreement, then barked an order as Mahmoud roughly steered the car into a side alley.
“Take the back alley.”
“The back alley will be tight for our car to escape through.”
“Can’t be helped. We’ll have to fight our way out.”
Lee Gang-hun turned to look at the van behind us, estimating the number of people inside.
“Five at most?”
“About that. If they’re planning to kidnap you, they’d need space in the van.”
“Kidnap? It’s come to that?”
“They can’t hold you up on the street and threaten you—they’d have to take you with them, wouldn’t they?”
Mahmoud’s words made Lee Gang-hun pause and think for a moment.
“Alright then. I’ll handle one, and you take down the other four.”
“That’s hardly an equal split, is it?”
“No, it’s perfectly fair.”
Mahmoud smacked his lips and spoke.
“When we turn into the alley, there’s another alley to the right. Run that way.”
As he spoke, Mahmoud twisted the wheel, steering the car into the alley before slamming on the brakes.
The moment the door opened, Lee Gang-hun was already sprinting into the right alley.
Mahmoud muttered something about his speed and followed him into the alley.
As Mahmoud rushed into the alley, he caught sight of Lee Gang-hun, eyes wide with shock.
“This is a dead end!”
Lee Gang-hun was right—the alley terminated in a wall.
“But the alley is narrow.”
Mahmoud turned around to face the direction we’d come from.
“Stay behind me.”
“Will you be alright on your own?”
“Well… if I feel like I’m about to collapse, we can tag out.”
As Mahmoud spoke, he extended his hand.
“What?”
“Give me a wrench. Fighting bare-handed against guys with knives puts me at a disadvantage.”
At Mahmoud’s words, Lee Gang-hun handed him the wrench.
“Don’t kill them.”
“Only if I manage to stay alive.”
As Mahmoud gripped the wrench and stared ahead with a hardened expression, five Chinese men entered the alley.
“Damn! Running into a dead end like this—why did you run so desperately?”
As one of the Chinese men spoke harshly between breaths, Lee Gang-hun peeked out from behind Mahmoud.
“You came by car, so you shouldn’t be this winded. Why are you breathing so heavily?”
“This bastard’s still got a smart mouth.”
Lee Gang-hun responded to the Chinese man’s remark with casual ease.
“But Boss, weren’t things good between us before? So why are you doing this all of a sudden?”
The Chinese man was someone who had shared cigarettes with Lee Gang-hun. At his words, the Chinese man’s eyes narrowed.
“You said you’d shut down once you sold everything, yet trucks keep going into the warehouse?”
“That’s because we need to move trucks to take out the goods, isn’t it?”
“Do I look like an idiot? Your deliveries are done by sedan.”
“That’s because the volume is small, but if it’s large…”
“This bastard still won’t shut his mouth…”
As the Chinese man grew angry, the man beside him spoke.
“Boss, let’s just take him in and talk there.”
At the man’s words, the Chinese man nodded and looked at Mahmoud. Seeing the wrench in Mahmoud’s hand, the Chinese man smirked and pulled a kitchen knife from his side.
Shing!
The Chinese kitchen knife drawn from its leather sheath gleamed with a cold blue light.
“Will that do?”
Despite the Chinese man’s mockery, Mahmoud simply watched them without a word. Seeing this, Lee Gang-hun spoke.
“He doesn’t speak Chinese.”
Surprised by the unexpected reason, the Chinese man’s eyes narrowed. Watching him, Lee Gang-hun sighed and spoke.
“Boss.”
Glance.
As the Chinese man looked, Lee Gang-hun smiled.
“If you think you’re about to die, just lie down.”
“What?”
“Then nothing will happen to you.”
At Lee Gang-hun’s words, the Chinese man studied his eyes for a moment, trying to discern his intent, then slowly stepped forward.
“Get him!”
With that, the men rushed past him toward Mahmoud.
However, only two of them could rush forward at once. It was because Mahmoud had deliberately drawn them into this narrow alley.
Mahmoud, wielding a wrench, advanced toward them.
“Die!”
As the Chinese man swung his kitchen knife in a wide arc, Mahmoud tilted his head slightly to the side.
Whoosh!
Watching the sharp blade whistle past, Mahmoud brought his wrench down hard against the man’s wrist.
Crack! Crunch!
“Aaaagh!”
The Chinese man screamed and collapsed. At the sight, the other Chinese men’s faces hardened.
His wrist bent at an unnatural angle—they lost their nerve. But only for a moment; one of them swung his kitchen knife at Mahmoud.
“Die!”
Mahmoud swung his wrench toward the shouting Chinese man’s blade.
Clang!
The kitchen knife and wrench collided with a loud crash, and the blade shattered.
Mahmoud grabbed the panicked man and shoved him backward.
“Why don’t you take one on?”
At Mahmoud’s words, Lee Gang-hun squinted.
“Just you—”
Before he could finish, Lee Gang-hun threw a punch like lightning.
Pow pow pow!
Lee Gang-hun delivered rapid strikes to the man’s face and ribs, then slipped smoothly to the side.
Thud!
As the man fell, Lee Gang-hun spoke.
“Done.”
“A promise is a promise.”
Mahmoud replied lightly, dodging the kitchen knife swung at him while continuously wielding his wrench.
Pow pow pow!
The other two Chinese men who had rushed at Mahmoud were beaten down by the wrench and collapsed.
“Argh!”
As the men fell, Mahmoud looked at the last remaining Chinese man, whose eyes were wide with shock.
His earlier aggressive demeanor had vanished without a trace.
As Mahmoud moved to step forward, Lee Gang-hun quickly spoke.
“Mahmoud, leave that one alone.”
At Lee Gang-hun’s words, Mahmoud looked at the Chinese man, then stepped back. He handed his wrench to Lee Gang-hun as he passed.
Lee Gang-hun took it and approached the Chinese man.
“Boss, let’s talk for a moment.”
“T-talk?”
“The situation seems a bit strange, but we really just want to sell our goods and leave. Do you think I’d want to do business here if I were worried about the Chinese? I’m not looking for trouble.”
“But you’re doing business right now.”
“That’s only because we still have inventory left. Please, just give us a few more days.”
The Chinese man observed his fallen subordinates. Whether he believed the words or not, there was nothing he could do at this very moment.
“Don’t think this is the end. My Organization has many members.”
“Of course. That’s precisely why I’m making this earnest request.”
“Earnest? A request?”
As the Chinese man gestured toward his subordinates, Lee Gang-hun exhaled deeply.
“You came wielding blades—what were we supposed to do? We couldn’t simply offer our necks, could we?”
“So you’re telling me you’ll leave once you’ve sold your goods?”
“Not much inventory remains.”
Then Lee Gang-hun posed a question.
“What products does Boss sell?”
“Why would knowing that matter?”
“If you tell me, I’ll ensure those products are distributed as little as possible.”
The Chinese man hesitated briefly at Lee Gang-hun’s words before revealing what products he dealt in.
Lee Gang-hun nodded in acknowledgment.
“Understood. Once I’ve sold the remaining inventory, I won’t sell any more.”
“You’re saying you’ll sell more inventory?”
“As you know, contracts are sacred. If a merchant like me makes a contract for goods and suddenly refuses to sell them, I’m ruined immediately. Surely you understand—for a merchant, or rather, for any man, credit is like life itself?”
The Chinese man appeared to consider Lee Gang-hun’s words for a moment, then looked down at his subordinates sprawled across the floor.
“Hey, get up! How long are you going to lie there?”
At the Chinese man’s shout, his subordinates groaned as they struggled to their feet.
“Argh! Ugh! I’m going to kill you, you bastard!”
One of them glared at Mahmoud while baring his teeth.
He was the one who’d been struck on the wrist with a wrench earlier, and his wrist hung limply.
Lee Gang-hun slowly raised his hand to show he meant no threat, then approached the injured man and spoke.
“My brother was in a dangerous situation, so my hand slipped. Allow me to provide some emergency treatment—just for a moment…”
At Lee Gang-hun’s words, the man clutching his wrist looked toward the leader.
“Get treatment at the hospital.”
Lee Gang-hun responded.
“It’s better to provide emergency treatment before going to the hospital. The longer treatment is delayed, the longer recovery takes.”
At Lee Gang-hun’s words, the Chinese man examined the man with the broken wrist and nodded.
“Get treated.”
The man extended his trembling hand while glaring at Mahmoud.
At that gaze, Mahmoud shook his head slightly and approached.
He flinched.
“I’m sorry.”
Mahmoud, thinking that even someone who didn’t speak English would understand this much, spoke in English and examined the broken wrist.
Lee Gang-hun, examining the wrist alongside him, grabbed the white shirt sleeve and pulled.
Riiip!
Having torn the sleeve in one motion, Lee Gang-hun carefully positioned the wrench beneath the broken wrist and wrapped it with the fabric.
“This will hurt a bit, but it needs to be bound tightly for proper stabilization.”
As I spoke, I tightly bound the sleeve around the wrist.
『Aaaahhh!』
The Goblin Man screamed in excruciating pain and struck my face with his fist.
Thwack!
The punch sent me stumbling backward, and Mahmoud moved to step forward.
I quickly raised my hand to stop him and got to my feet.
『You should go to the Hospital now.』
At my words, the Chinese men exchanged glances, then turned to leave with the one whose wrist was broken.
As the Chinese man was heading out of the Alley, he turned back to look at me.
『Next time, you’ll need to be more careful.』
The Chinese man looked at Mahmoud.
『We won’t be caught off guard again.』
As the Chinese man was about to leave the Alley, I called out to him.
『At least tell me the Boss’s name.』
『Chang.』
Watching Chang leave without even turning his head, I chuckled softly and glanced at Mahmoud.
『My skills haven’t dulled yet.』
『You were impressive too.』
『I keep up with my training.』
As I laughed and threw a few punches into the air, Mahmoud noticed my torn sleeve.
『But you tore your clothes? You always carry a handkerchief.』
『That’s what makes it impactful.』
I answered with a smile, pulling a handkerchief from my back pocket to wipe the sweat from my face. By providing first aid with my torn sleeve, those Chinese men would show some restraint the next time they came at us.
It might seem trivial, but there’s a difference in how the other person perceives the gesture—pulling out a handkerchief from your pocket versus tearing your own clothes to bind their wound.
That’s why in historical dramas, noble ladies tear the hems of their skirts to wrap wounds.

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