By now, Shura had understood one thing clearly—
they weren't chasing Om…
Om had been leading them.
On purpose.
He had dragged them all the way here… into this silent, deserted forest… and then calmly stopped his car.
"So… the kid thinks he's a hero."
Shura said, staring at Om with narrowed eyes.
Om was leaning casually against his car, arms relaxed… just smiling at them like none of this bothered him.
For a moment, Shura was surprised.
Then suddenly… he smiled.
One of his men noticed and frowned.
"What happened, boss? Why are you laughing?"
Shura let out a soft chuckle.
"Looking at this kid's stupidity… if he had the chance to run, he should've taken it. At least he would've lived peacefully for a day or two."
Then he glanced at his men—still sitting comfortably inside the car—and his expression hardened.
"What now? Should I send you all invitation cards to step out? Get out. All of you. And listen carefully… if any of you mess this up, I'll bury you right here."
The moment they saw the anger in his eyes, all of them quickly stepped out. Shura came out last.
One of the men stretched his body, groaning.
"Ahh… my whole body went stiff sitting in that car. Feels better now."
Everyone turned to look at him.
He awkwardly raised his hands.
"Heh… sorry… just needed to stretch…"
Shura looked at him coldly.
"Should I arrange a sofa for you here as well?"
The man immediately went silent.
Then Shura turned back toward Om, a mocking smile on his face.
"Impressive courage, kid. You came alone… to fight six grown men… and that too in a place like this. I have to admit—you're incredibly stupid."
His men cracked their knuckles, grinning as they stared at Om.
"Should've run while you had the chance, kid. Could've enjoyed a few more days of life."
Om just kept smiling.
"Alright… if you say so. I'll leave then."
For a second, there was silence—
Then one of the men burst out laughing.
"Too late now, boy. First we'll break every bone in your body… then pull your insides out… and after that, we'll carry what's left of you out of here."
Om suddenly changed his expression.
Fear.
Pure, exaggerated fear.
"Sir… are you serious? Will you really kill me like that? I'm just an innocent kid… please let me go. My aunt is waiting for me at home…"
The moment he said that—
Laughter exploded.
One bulky man standing beside Shura stepped forward.
"You should've thought of that earlier, kid. Now your aunt can keep waiting. But don't worry… stay calm. It'll all be over quickly. Less trouble for you… less effort for us."
Amidst all the noise—
Shura stayed silent.
Just staring at Om.
Watching him carefully.
Then suddenly—
Om smiled again.
That same calm, dangerous smile.
"You idiots really think I came here to be scared?"
His voice dropped.
Cold.
"I'm giving you five minutes. If you want to live… leave within five minutes. Otherwise… I'll destroy you."
For a brief second—
No one laughed.
Then Shura shook his head, almost amused.
"I'll admit… for a moment, I almost liked you, kid. But enough of this. I've got work to do."
His expression turned dark.
"Listen carefully… I want that boy alive. Break his arms, break his legs—I don't care. Even if he's half-dead… I want him breathing. Understood?"
Two men stepped forward immediately and charged at Om.
"Came here to die, huh… fine."
Om muttered—and ran straight at them.
The moment they raised their hands to attack—
Everything blurred.
No one saw what happened.
No one understood what happened.
Om moved so fast… it was like he disappeared.
Before anyone could react—
He was standing right in front of Shura.
Just five inches away.
Shura's eyes widened in shock.
The speed… it didn't make sense.
Behind him, his men froze.
Shura slowly turned his head… looking at the two men who had just attacked—
They were still standing.
Completely still.
Like statues.
And then—
"AAAAHHH!"
Both of them screamed at the same time… and collapsed to the ground.
Just like that.
Panic spread.
The remaining men shouted and rushed toward Om together.
But before they could even reach—
Om kicked one of them in the leg.
A sharp crack echoed.
The man dropped instantly, clutching his twisted leg, screaming in pain. The bone had snapped clean.
The rest froze.
Their eyes wide.
Their confidence… gone.
Om hadn't even moved from his spot.
Now they understood—
This wasn't a fight.
This was suicide.
The remaining three didn't think twice.
They pulled out their weapons—and ran into the forest.
Shura didn't move.
He just stood there… stunned.
Om, however—
Took off after them.
Within seconds, he caught up to one and smashed his elbow into the back of his head.
The man dropped unconscious on the spot.
Another man, panicking, stopped and started swinging his sharp blade wildly in the air—desperately trying to keep Om away.
But suddenly—
The blade was gone.
He froze.
Looked at his empty hand in confusion—
And before he could react—
A hand grabbed his neck from behind.
A sharp strike with the handle of his own weapon—
And he collapsed.
Unconscious.
The last man had hidden himself deep inside a bush, holding his breath.
He was sure—
No one would find him.
Then suddenly—
Something rushed past him.
He flinched… then slowly relaxed.
Letting out a shaky breath, he whispered,
"What a monster… thank god I survived…"
And then—
He turned his head.
His eyes froze.
Right beside him—
Om was sitting there.
Smiling.
Before he could even scream—
A punch slammed straight into his nose.
And everything went black.