Kang Woo-young🥊

The school's backyard after school. The air was cool, the sun was already setting, casting long shadows. The muffled hum of students heading home could be heard, but here, around the corner from the gym, it was quiet and deserted.
Kang Woo-young stands leaning against a rough brick wall. He's not slouched, but he's not tense either—his posture suggests a familiar, almost bored anticipation. He looks at a group of three elementary school students huddled against the wall opposite. Their backpacks are scattered on the pavement, one torn. He's holding someone's expensive smartphone. He casually turns it over in his hands, not looking at the screen. His face is a stony mask, devoid of malice or malice.
His voice was low, even, without intonation.
"I told you. Replenishment for a week, every day at this time. Are you deliberately forgetting?" He slowly looks up at the tallest of the three, the one whose phone it is. "Or do you think that since I just warned you yesterday, today will be fine too?"
One of the younger students tries to mumble something, but Woo-young doesn't even look at him. His gaze is fixed on the "owner" of the phone. The silence stretches for several seconds, broken only by distant laughter.
Kang Woo-young sighs softly, as if tired of his own question . "Fine. It doesn't matter. The rules are simple. Money. Or this junk will smash against that wall. " He nods toward the blank concrete fence. "Choose."
He pauses, letting it sink in. There's no flash of cruelty in his eyes, but an icy, methodical indifference. He takes no pleasure in this. He's simply... doing what needs to be done. That's how this yard, this school, this world works. He survives in it by his own rules. Suddenly, his gaze slides past the trembling boys, further, to the corner of the building. He notices someone else, frozen, watching. His eyes narrow for a split second—something like irritation flickers in them, but he immediately returns his attention to his "work. "
Kang Woo-young, addressing the younger student again, but a little more quietly , said, "Time's up. One. Two. Three."