Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 176

Vrrrrr.

The camera starts rolling.

The world seen through the lens is completely severed from reality—an entirely different dimension.

"Ready!"

Unreality begins.

"Action!"

The hero walks away from the scene of a brutal battle in a warehouse.

Ji Hyuntae dials the police from his phone before leaving the premises with a calm demeanor.

By the time the authorities arrive, it’s already too late.

"Damn it."

Choi Yongsoo, played by Han Taegun, surveys the crime scene, furrowing his brows.

"...How many people did he kill?"

The air reeks of iron—not just any metal, but the unmistakable scent of blood.

Squish, squelch.

With each step, blood sticks to his shoes, clinging like glue.

"He beat them all to death."

The low temperature of the warehouse has preserved the scene in chilling detail.

The perpetrator’s handiwork is immediately apparent.

Blunt force trauma, like the aftermath of a sledgehammer.

Bodies twisted, bones crushed, limbs unnaturally bent—

as if a giant had clenched them in his fist and then let go.

"It’s him."

"Him? That violent psycho?"

"Yeah, just look at these knuckle marks."

The imprint is undeniable.

To deliver punches this devastating—to pulverize bodies like this—

this wasn’t the work of an ordinary man.

"There are at least twenty of them, and he took them down in under thirty minutes."

The more they analyze the scene, the clearer the perpetrator’s skills become.

"He even took down guys with guns?"

"Guns?"

"Yeah, look closely. You see the bullet marks?"

Judging by the caliber, it was a handgun.

But—

"There are bullet holes, but no gun."

"He took it?"

"Yeah. One gun vanished from the scene... and we still don’t have the bastard."

Once again, they were left cleaning up the mess.

Catching a criminal is never straightforward.

Investigations take time.

Every step must follow legal protocol to avoid future complications.

Naturally, this process slows things down.

Tch.

Choi Yongsoo scowled.

That’s why the bastard took matters into his own hands.

He had always been like that.

"Still, if you count up all the criminals he’s taken down, it’s over ten."

Hearing this nonsense from a junior officer was infuriating.

Choi Yongsoo couldn’t let it slide.

"So what?"

"Huh?"

"So what do you want to do? Give him a medal? Name him a model citizen?"

People were making a mistake.

Killing criminals didn’t mean he wasn’t a murderer.

Judgment wasn’t something an individual could just take upon themselves.

"He’s undermining the legal system. You think vigilantism is justified?"

And yet, this fool of a cop was practically defending him.

How could that not piss him off?

"I-I didn’t mean it like that..."

"The hell you didn’t. You read the articles, didn’t you? ‘Justice faster than the sluggish police’—that kind of bullshit. And you just accepted that?"

"S-Sorry."

"Don’t just sit there nodding along to that crap. He’s a criminal who’s been slaughtering other criminals. You really think that makes him a hero?"

The media had already labeled him a savior.

Twenty confirmed kills.

A body count that would go down in Korean history as one of the worst serial killers—

yet the press glorified him.

They called him the true executioner.

Victims’ families even thanked him.

"Just because people are clapping doesn’t mean he’s some righteous hero."

In eight years on the force, this was the first time Choi Yongsoo felt truly conflicted.

Screeech.

The forensics team finally arrived, parroting exactly what he had said moments earlier.

Bullet marks, a missing gun, bodies crushed beyond recognition, and so on.

And, as always, their conclusion was the same.

"It’ll take time to analyze the evidence."

"You said the same thing last time. When the hell is that going to be finished?"

"Well... he’s just really good at covering his tracks. All we’ve got is that—uh—his fists are heavily calloused—"

"I could’ve told you that."

"Other than that... there’s nothing."

Choi Yongsoo chuckled.

What a ridiculous bastard.

He tracks down criminals with inhuman precision.

He wipes them out.

And he leaves behind no evidence.

How? That’s what intrigued him.

"Even the most meticulous criminals leave some kind of trail."

"But he’s focused purely on killing them. That’s all he cares about—so there’s nothing else to find."

"...Yeah."

The forensics team looked down in defeat.

He wanted to see this bastard face justice, to remind him that the law wasn’t a joke.

But that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

Another dead end.

There was nothing more to do.

Soon, the press would show up.

He’d give the same tired responses.

And then, by the time it all settled, he’d probably be smoking a cigarette by the waste bins.

With that in mind—

"I’m leaving."

Dumping the grunt work on his junior, Choi Yongsoo walked away from the scene.

Stopping by a convenience store, he picked up a cup of coffee and a pack of instant noodles to settle his hunger.

"Hm?"

Just outside, at one of the plastic tables, someone was already sitting there.

A young man, casually eating two rice balls.

There was still plenty of room.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Huh?"

The man looked up.

He was ridiculously handsome.

The kind of face that could easily belong to a celebrity.

"There aren’t any other seats."

"Oh, sure. Go ahead."

Good-looking and easygoing.

Choi Yongsoo sat across from him, blowing on his steaming noodles.

At the same time—

Why the hell is he here?

It’s already the afternoon.

Kids these days.

He knew there was commotion?

Am I just forcing a narrative because I think this guy is the culprit?

In that moment, he knew.