The first collision between Kang Chul-In and Desdemona was pretty rough for the former.

Throb. It was the first time in a while that he felt like his fist was being crushed. After all, Kang Chul-In’s fist was as strong as iron.

What is… the identity of this girl?

He couldn’t tell where she had come from. If she was that powerful, then she would’ve shown herself in his past life. 

“Why, do you not want to fight now after tasting my fist?”

Desdemona spoke mockingly. 

“It hurt, huh?”

“...”

“But you know… that was only a small part of the pain I felt, you hit-and-runner.”

He couldn’t understand what she was saying. His driving style was staying within lines, obeying traffic laws, and always yielding to others, because his father had passed away from a traffic accident. So him, a hit-and-runner? There was no way he knew about the bullshit that Desdemona was...