Desire Me If You Can-Chapter 12

With a slight sense of unease lingering, Seojang returned to his office. As soon as his figure completely disappeared from sight, the remaining men simultaneously turned their gaze to Grayson. Standing still, they looked up at him with hardened expressions, as if facing a criminal.

Their arms crossed or one hand placed on their hips, their gazes were filled with blatant dissatisfaction. The hatred they felt for themselves, having been momentarily mesmerized by his unfamiliar beauty, only fueled their animosity, making it reach its peak.

In the suffocating silence, the air in the room grew tense. In the midst of it all, a man took a step forward, attempting to take the initiative, and spoke in a low voice while looking up at Grayson.

"You're a firefighter starting today? You?"

Another man, as if helping, quickly asked with a rough tone.

"How did you even get in here? We all went through tests. Don’t you have to do the same?"

"Right, the physical test. That's basic, basic stuff."

After quickly agreeing with the first man, others immediately jumped in, not wasting any time.

"You have to ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) carry heavy equipment and rush into dangerous places when there's a fire. Think you can do it?"

"Just showing up and calling yourself a colleague? That's bullshit. You can’t do that."

"We're a team. If someone like you gets in and messes things up, we’re all at risk. Hey, are you listening?"

"Answer me, you son of a bitch. Are you deaf?"

The men shouted in frustration, but Grayson remained unfazed. He looked beyond them with an indifferent expression before suddenly moving his body. As he began to ignore them and walk away, the men, enraged, blocked his path again.

"Are you ignoring us, you bastard?"

"Where the hell do you think you're going without permission?"

"Get out of here. This isn’t a place for someone like you to be hanging around!"

The men swung their fists under Grayson’s chin, and as they did, Grayson contorted his face and let out a deep sigh. By then, the men were still full of bravado. Finally, this bastard is starting to back down. Of course, we are the firefighters who protect this area! Do you really think someone like you can take us on? With satisfaction, the men puffed out their chests, and Grayson slouched his shoulders as if defeated, mumbling in a voice that was drained of all energy.

"Ugh... I really hate ugly people..."

Although he muttered to himself, it was clearly intended for everyone in the room to hear. In an instant, a chilling silence fell. The men, who had been shouting and causing a ruckus just moments before, stood frozen as if struck in the back of the head. It was only a brief moment, but it seemed as though all the energy had been drained from Grayson. With his hand pressed against his mouth, as if to stifle a gag, he took a deep breath, causing the men’s hearts to burn with fury.

"What did you say? Hey, you little bastard!"

"Fuck, you wanna die? Fine, let's go right now!"

"I'll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch! Where do you get off saying that?"

"Bring it on, coward! Come at me! I’ll turn you to dust!"

Along with curses, someone threw a punch, and as if it were a signal, all the men rushed at Grayson. Seeing them, Grayson furrowed his brow and stopped. Surprisingly, with a sigh and a pout on his face, when the men hesitated, he muttered in what seemed like a complaint.

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"Ugh... I really hate touching ugly people..."

In that moment, the men’s anger erupted.

"What the fuck? Who the hell does he think he is!"

"Let's fucking kill him, right now!"

"I won't let you get away with this, you rotten son of a bitch!"

The man at the front, who heard his words, veins bulging on his forehead, threw a punch. At this point, it wasn’t about pride as a firefighter. The only thing on their minds was their anger at this arrogant bastard, and the desire to teach him a lesson.

Unfortunately for them, Grayson barely turned his body, easily avoiding the painful blow. The man, who had missed with his wild swing, gritted his teeth and adjusted his stance, but before he could react, another man rushed in. This time, it was a kick. The foot rose to thigh height and came flying, but Grayson easily dodged it by stepping back just one step.

The situation repeated itself, but the men did not give up. Rather, they threw themselves at him more fiercely, their eyes burning with determination as if they would somehow knock him down. This was not going to end easily. Grayson was beginning to grow tired. It was frustrating to waste time on such pointless matters when he should be focusing on finding his destined one. Impatient, he was irritated by having to deal with these fools.

At that moment, Grayson dodged another flying punch, and his eyes caught sight of "it." The crowbar, a tool usually used by firefighters to open locked doors, suddenly reminded him of another use.

With a dull thud, a man’s fist landed in Grayson’s stomach. Almost simultaneously, Grayson grabbed the crowbar.

"Oh."

The man, who hadn’t even realized that he had struck Grayson, stood dazed for a moment. At that moment, a shadow loomed over him. Looking up, the man saw Grayson, smiling broadly.

"Now it’s self-defense."

Before the man could react, the crowbar cut through the air. The man didn’t even have time to scream before he collapsed to the ground. The other men, witnessing this, hesitated for a moment, but there was no time to hesitate. By the time they realized that Grayson Miller had intentionally let himself be hit, the crowbar was already flying toward their bodies.

What followed was one-sided beating. The men hastily corrected their postures and rushed at Grayson, but not a single one of them could touch him. Their arms, backs, and sides were repeatedly pummeled. Fortunately, their heads were spared, but the shocks that reverberated through their bodies were no less painful. A man screamed as he fell, and as he did, another man threw himself at Grayson. When he went down, the man who had just fallen staggered and charged again.

At this point, the idea of teaching Grayson Miller some manners had completely vanished. All they had left was their pride and stubbornness. Their last will was that they couldn’t just let themselves be humiliated.

While they were this desperate, Grayson didn’t even seem out of breath. His movements were precise and efficient, swinging the crowbar just enough to deal the necessary blows. The man who had first charged at him gritted his teeth and cursed.

This monster might kill us all. Fear and a chilling premonition filled their hearts. No, it was certain. Even if it wasn’t now, it would happen eventually, maybe sooner than they thought.

This bastard is going to kill all of us.

At that thought, the crowbar flew toward the man’s body.

This time, he couldn’t withstand it. Is it the end? The man thought as he closed his eyes.

A loud crash echoed. The sound seemed to come from farther away than expected. The noise, as if it were coming from somewhere else, made the man freeze.

When he slowly opened his eyes, a surprising sight greeted him. Someone had slammed Grayson Miller’s back into a chair. And when he saw the red-haired man holding the broken chair leg, he let out a sigh of relief without even realizing it.

"Dane...!"

It was as if he had met his savior, and as he called out the name, he saw Grayson Miller slowly turning around, his face contorted in a scowl. Their gazes met in the air. The deep purple eyes filled with displeasure and the deeply furrowed blue eyes.

Throwing aside the broken chair, Dane scowled.

"What the hell? You."