Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 164

What does it mean to have a righteous heart?

Does such a thing truly exist?

The hero could answer confidently.

"Yes, it does exist."

Because I’m showing it right now.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The guy taking the punishment now was undeniably a criminal.

"Sa... spare me... please...!"

"Quiet."

At a young age, he orchestrated bullying and physical assaults.

He relentlessly tormented his victim to the point of putting them in a coma,

yet he faced no consequences simply because he was "too young."

Does that make any sense?

Because he was young and immature, he could smash a classmate's head with a beer bottle?

He knew exactly what he was doing.

He was fully aware of the consequences.

Which is why—

Crash!

"Aaaaaagh!"

He had to pay it back in kind.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Through the natural law of the world where those who sin must receive punishment,

and through the inevitable self-correction of society.

"Urghh..."

Today, I saved one person.

"What? Is he dead? Just from foaming at the mouth?"

Luring him in was nothing.

A few shoulder bumps here, a little provocation there—it was enough.

The idiot probably doesn’t even realize he got into a fight in a spot without CCTV.

"Hoo..."

I let out a refreshing breath, slipping off my knuckles and gloves.

Judgment ends here.

By tomorrow morning, society will deal with him again.

I quickly scaled the wall to leave the alley.

"Okay! That’s a wrap!"

As if waiting for the moment, an enthusiastic "OK" signal was given.

"Wow, your acting today was phenomenal! It always is, but maybe it feels more vivid since it’s been a while?"

"It’s because of your direction."

"Haha, getting a compliment from you, Kim Donghu, makes me feel amazing."

Director Lee Seongdeok approached me with a flood of compliments.

We reviewed the footage together, pondering ways to improve the scene.

"Oh, by the way! I almost forgot."

"Yes?"

"The script for the midsection came out, and there’s a part where your input could change things."

"Me?"

"Yes."

Director Lee pulled a script from his bag.

The storyline followed the beginning closely, but one particular detail caught my eye.

"He’s throwing a ball?"

A baseball.

The protagonist, the hero, was shown using a baseball to chase down a fleeing enemy.

"We can’t use guns in our country, and swords are a no-go too... so, baseballs it is."

"I like it."

"That’s a relief. But what do you think? We could use a stunt double, or if it feels awkward, we can cut it entirely."

The director looked at me expectantly.

I scrutinized the script again before answering.

"No, I can do it. I can throw it."

I quickly confirmed my readiness.

Afterward, I used the break to retreat into the van.

Immerse.

I dove into the script.

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Huff. Huff. Huff.

I was out of breath.

"Are you insane? What the hell are you doing?!"

It was supposed to be another ordinary day.

I strutted around the streets with my shoulders squared,

bumping into someone weak-looking, roughing them up, and taking their money.

Among drunk idiots, the most important thing was size and tattoos.

Seeing their faces sober up at the sight of me was priceless.

So, I beat them.

And if I took a few hits back, it’d end up as a mutual fight—no arrests.

We’d just shake hands and call it even.

But—

"Don’t follow me! Stay away!"

This weird guy suddenly came up to me,

bragged about his criminal record, and acted cocky.

I decided to give him a good beating.

But...

‘How? Why?!’

He was on a different level from anyone I’d ever fought.

His face was completely covered, and his technique was flawless.

He was someone who had trained.

Knowing I couldn’t beat him, I tried to escape the alley.

Thud!

"Urk!"

Something struck me square in the back of my head.

Thanks to my usual bulk, I didn’t pass out—just stumbled.