[ Chapter 5]

In three perfect motions, the man’s arm was bent behind his back, his knees forced to the floor. Mo applied just enough pressure to immobilize—but not injure.

The man let out a choked gasp. “W-what are you—”

“Taekwondo,” Mo said quietly. “You picked the wrong store.”

With the robber restrained, Mo gently guided him to the ground, keeping one knee against his back. His wire-frame glasses still glinted beneath the buzzing lights, unmoved.

To anyone watching, it had all happened in five seconds.

From clerk to combatant.

From stillness to storm.

I could only stare, wide-eyed. “You know Taekwondo?”

Mo looked over, adjusting his glasses with one hand while keeping the robber pinned with the other.

“Only when I have to.”