Evil Organization’s Extra Mr. A – Chapter 40

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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It wasn’t that I hadn’t considered leaving. I’d waited long enough, I thought, and I was about to give up when I remembered the bruise on Green’s face.

What would she think if I left and she arrived later? Would there be anyone else to offer her support?

Of course, there would be. It would be arrogant to assume I was the only one who could help her.

It was clear that Green had changed since we started talking. That didn’t mean I was the sole reason for it—only that she had no one else to lean on

I could leave now and go home or back to headquarters. It would be easier for me, without the added burden. But what about Green?

I stopped and turned back, looking at the bench where we’d been meeting and talking for the past week. I’d never considered myself an extraordinary person, but I believed I could at least offer some support to someone in need.

So, I sat back down, deciding to wait for Green. I’d wait for the rest of the day, and if she didn’t show up, I’d accept that it was over.

Time passed slowly, and I went to a nearby convenience store to buy a drink, but I rushed back, worried Green might arrive while I was gone.

The long summer day began to fade, the scorching heat gradually subsiding. I bought some onigiri from the convenience store and ate them as I waited, but Green still didn’t appear.

The sun had set, and while I’d resolved to wait, a part of me had already given up.

Twelve hours had passed since our meeting time, and I was exhausted from sitting outside all day.

I went to the convenience store again, then returned to the park, and saw Green standing there, her head down.

Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were rumpled. I slowly approached her and picked up a wallet that had fallen on the ground.

Then, as she looked up, I saw her bruised and battered face. One cheek was swollen, and there was a small cut on her lip. The scab suggested it had happened a while ago.

Should I ask about her injuries?

No, I should act normal, as if nothing was wrong.

My clumsy sympathy might only deepen her wounds, her trauma.

For the first time, we didn’t sit on separate benches. We sat side by side, and I listened as she spoke.

I was furious. Green, who’d been subjected to domestic violence for nearly a decade, seemed broken. She seemed to accept the abuse as normal, and I couldn’t speak.

But I had to. If I didn’t say anything, she’d go home and face even worse abuse.

“Have you ever reported it?”

“Huh? If I report it, my dad will…”

“What about you, Eun-ha? Aren’t you the one who matters, not your father?”

My voice was cold, my words rational, and Green looked at me, as if she’d never considered that before. She hadn’t realized her own importance.

“This isn’t okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

What could I do for her? I wanted to punch her father in the face, but that wouldn’t solve anything.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

I stepped away from Green and took out my phone. Listening to her story had made me lose track of time, and it was past midnight. I couldn’t go home right away, so I had to report to Yu-bin.

“Hello?”

Yu-bin’s cheerful voice answered, suggesting she was still awake.

“You weren’t sleeping?”

“I was watching a movie. Where are you, Oppa?”

“I’m outside.”

I couldn’t tell her the whole story, so I lied, saying I was working with a client and wouldn’t be able to go home tonight. Yu-bin simply acknowledged it.

It confirmed that she hadn’t been upset about me staying out last time but about the lack of communication.

I hung up and looked at Green, sitting quietly on the bench, and wondered if Yu-bin knew about her situation.

She probably didn’t. They rarely talked about Green specifically, and before their recent conversations, both Yu-bin and Yu-ra had just considered her a bit of an airhead.

It was just a guess, but I might be the only person on Earth who knew about Green’s situation. I wished I had a headache; my mind was strangely clear and cold.

I walked over to Green, and she looked up from the ground. I gently touched her bruised cheek, and she flinched. I looked at her for a moment.

“I, I…”

She seemed confused, wanting to ask what I was doing but unsure how to phrase it.

“Let’s go.”

“Huh?”

I took her hand and led her to the nearest police station.

It was a Friday night, so the station was bustling with drunk people and police officers.

Some people stared as we entered, Green’s bruised face attracting attention, and a brief silence fell over the noisy room.

I walked straight towards a police officer, and Green, flustered by the stares, avoided eye contact.

“I’d like to file a report.”

“Yes, how can I help you?”

“Domestic violence. This is my friend. Her father beat her up.”

“Please have a seat.”

We sat down, and as the night wore on, we answered the officer’s questions. I didn’t have much to say. It was Green’s story to tell, and I held her hand, offering silent support whenever she hesitated.

“Oh?”

The officer, after asking a few questions and typing something on his computer, looked up at Green, a puzzled expression on his face.

“You’re… a superhuman?”

I felt Green flinch beside me, gauging my reaction. I frowned and stared at the officer, who was smiling faintly.

“A superhuman as a victim of domestic violence. You must be mistaken…”

I couldn’t contain my anger any longer. While I was still somewhat rational, I stood up abruptly and grabbed the officer by the collar.

“Hey, asshole. She’s not just a superhuman, she’s a girl who’s a victim of domestic violence. Are you deaf? Want me to clear your ears out for you?”

While I consistently lost to Hunter Killer, I wasn’t weak enough to be overpowered by an ordinary human. While he was a police officer, his physical abilities were just that of an ordinary man.

I hadn’t stopped to consider what would happen if I attacked a police officer. I just acted on impulse.

“No, it doesn’t make sense for a superhuman to be beaten up by an ordinary person. And superhumans are…!”

I released my grip on his collar and shoved him back. I knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah, superhumans have a bad reputation, and this will only create more trouble for you.”

I slammed my hands on the desk and leaned in, my eyes burning with unconcealed anger, my voice low and menacing.

“Which will cause more trouble? Neglecting a victim of domestic violence or helping a superhuman who’s a victim of domestic violence?”

It wasn’t his place to decide. He was probably a rookie, but I wasn’t in the mood to be considerate.

Just as I was about to lose control, Green took my hand, and her touch brought me back to my senses.

“Sigh.”

I sat back down, my gaze still fixed on the officer, who flinched under my stare.

“We’re here because she’s a victim of domestic violence and I’m here to report it. Nothing else.”

I hoped the situation wouldn’t escalate further, and the officer, seeming to understand, nodded and spoke to his colleagues.

A senior officer reprimanded him, then a few officers left the station in a police car.

The officer asked us to wait, and I took Green to a bench in the corner of the station.

“I’m sorry.”

Was apologizing a habit for superhumans? Thinking about Yu-bin and Yu-ra, I understood. But I didn’t want to hear their apologies. It was strange for them to apologize when they hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I’m okay. This is going to be a hassle for a while, but let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

I held out my hand to her as she sat there quietly.

“Give me your phone.”

Green fumbled in her pocket, took out her phone, and placed it in my hand. I saved my number in her contacts, called myself to confirm, and showed her.

“Now you can contact me.”

“Okay.”

She still seemed hesitant after her short reply. I’d learned to recognize her tells from our previous encounters.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re a superhuman or not.”

She looked up at me, and our eyes met.

“Why? Does being a superhuman change who you are? Whether you’re a superhuman or not, you’re still Kang Eun-ha. So, it doesn’t matter.”

“Okay…”

She nodded blankly, seemingly understanding, and I looked around the now quiet police station.

But the silence didn’t last long. A police car arrived, and a man stepped out, yelling.

I didn’t recognize his face, but I knew instantly that he was Green’s father.

I wanted to punch him the moment I saw him, but I restrained myself. Acting on my impulse would only make things worse.

“Sir, please calm down!”

“Where is she?! That ungrateful bitch!”

The officers tried to restrain him as he entered the station, but he continued yelling, clearly looking for Green.

My family wasn’t big, but we were happy. My parents loved me, and I admired them. Their words stayed with me.

“When you get married and have children, always consider their perspective. They’re not your possessions, and you can’t just do whatever you want.”

They’d taught me that children weren’t their parents’ property and that unconditional love was a parent’s duty. I’d always believed that, and I felt an indescribable rage and disgust towards this man who abused his daughter.

He spotted Green.

Was it standard procedure to let the abuser and the victim face each other like this?

I didn’t know, so I couldn’t say anything, and I just glared at him.

As expected, he paid me no mind. All his rage was directed at Green, his voice rising with every insult.

Was there anything I could do?

I wanted to release the anger boiling inside me.

“You ungrateful bitch!”

“!!”

He broke free from the officers and lunged towards Green.

It bothered me to see Green, who was always so fearless and powerful during our duels, cowering in fear.

As he approached, I wanted to do something, anything.

Rationality? I didn’t need it. I considered myself a rational person, but even the most rational had their moments of instinct.

This was mine.

As he raised his hand to strike Green, I grabbed his arm, using his momentum to flip him over my shoulder and slam him onto the ground.

There was no control in that takedown. It was a brutal throw, his back hitting first, the shockwave coursing through him as the breath was driven from his lungs.

I pinned him down, pressed my hand against his chest to help him breathe, and whispered,

“Breathe, you son of a bitch. Don’t think you can die so easily.”

The other officers rushed over, handcuffed him, and checked on Green and me.

I didn’t remember much after that. I remembered yelling at the officers, then everything went blank. When I came to, we’d been sent home, and Green’s father had been detained.

There had been questioning, and while I didn’t know all the details, I’d ended up being questioned as a witness since I’d accompanied Green to the station.

The questions had been brief and focused on the incident itself.

“It’s morning.”

We left the police station as the sun was rising, having spent the entire night there. The first trains were running, so I took Green home before heading back to my place to get ready for my afternoon shift at the cafe.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

I said to Green before she went inside. She still seemed lost in thought.

“Promise?”

She held out her pinky finger, and I linked mine with hers, making a promise.

“Promise.”

“Okay.”

Her slightly flushed cheeks and relieved expression reassured me.

“Go inside. I’ll wait until you’re inside.”

“Then be careful on your way back. Thank you for everything today.”

She waved goodbye several times as she walked away, and I smiled and gestured for her to hurry up and go inside.

I turned around after watching her enter and close the door and started walking towards the station, thinking about going home and getting some rest.

After a few steps, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

There was a short message from Green, and I smiled, my steps feeling lighter.

There were still many challenges ahead, but I believed this incident would give her strength.

[Thank you so much. Get home safe. Let’s definitely go to the amusement park next time.]

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