I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 124
Noise erupted from all around.
The bustling voices of merchants hawking their wares filled the market, echoing loudly in the air.
When the wind blew, it carried the distinctive, fishy scent of seafood mixed with the salty tang of the ocean. People passing through often pinched their noses against the smell.
Thunk.
Slice.
Yet, on the outskirts of the fish market, things were quieter.
In a secluded corner where few would venture, a woman silently filleted fish. Her sharp eyes seemed out of place for someone running a small sashimi restaurant.
Perhaps it explained why her business was non-existent.
As the evening passed and she began to prepare for closing, uninvited guests arrived.
Creak!
Bang!
“...?”
The door was flung open violently, and a group of men swaggered in.
There were about a dozen or so of them, and their demeanor made it clear they weren’t here for a peaceful meal.
The owner sighed quietly to herself.
She had chosen this remote spot precisely to avoid attention, but every so often, customers still came—
and occasionally, they were this sort of troublemakers, arriving in droves.
Each time, she gritted her teeth and endured, thinking it was just bad luck. But sometimes, the frustration was too much to bear.
“Is this the famous Nampo Sashimi place?”
“Hey, boss! How about serving us some sashimi?”
They casually took their seats and placed orders. At first, they quietly ate their meals without issue.
But things took a turn when one of them suddenly stood up and shouted.
“Hey, what’s this?!”
The attention of the other thugs—and the woman running the restaurant—turned toward him.
“This is a parasite, isn’t it?!”
“Excuse me?”
“Here, too! There’s one right here!”
“Hey, there’s a fly on this one!”
The complaints escalated.
Soon, the group began protesting loudly, overturning tables and smashing utensils in a display of chaos.
If this had been Incheon, the owner might have pulled out a shotgun to deal with them immediately.
But this was peaceful Nampo.
The woman holding the sashimi knife trembled, shrinking back.
“Wh-why are you doing this?!”
“Why do you think?!”
Crash!
One of the thugs kicked a chair, breaking it into splinters.
“....”
The woman’s gaze turned slightly cold.
Thinking about cleaning up the mess and repairing the damage made her blood boil.
“You can’t run a business like this! What kind of sashimi place serves fish with parasites?!”
The thugs were causing a ruckus, doing exactly what they had been sent to do.
What made it all the more ridiculous was that there really were parasites in the fish, making their claims easier to justify.
“Hey, lady. If this is how you’re gonna run things, maybe you should just close up shop, huh?”
One of the men approached her.
The woman, looking scared, told them to back off and threatened to call the police. But her words only emboldened their aggression.
They began hitting her, hurling lewd remarks, and even attempting to tear her clothes.
“Kyaaaah...!”
“Hey, lady, how old are you? You’re pretty cute!”
One particularly lecherous thug clung to her persistently.
‘These bastards...!’
This wasn’t something she could let slide.
If it had been a mission where her body was violated or she died for a cause, she might have accepted it as an honorable end.
But being assaulted by worthless thugs like this for no reason? She wasn’t having it.
The fear on her face vanished, /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ replaced by a chillingly cold expression.
As the man reached to wrap his arm around her waist, she grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind him, and slammed him to the ground.
Crash!
“?”
Without hesitation, she picked up the sashimi knife that had fallen to the floor and slashed it across the writhing man’s throat.
Slash!
The cut was clean.
The man couldn’t even scream before blood spurted from his neck, and he died.
“What the hell?!”
Killing one meant she’d have to kill them all. She couldn’t leave any witnesses.
While the remaining thugs hesitated in shock, she charged at the nearest one.
She drove her knife into his stomach, heart, and throat with precision.
“Guh... gack?!”
There was no stopping her.
No matter how they flailed to block her, she slipped through their defenses and struck vital points with surgical accuracy.
“What the hell is with this woman?!”
“Get your weapons out!”
“You bitch!”
A thug pulled out a small knife, but his movements were clumsy and amateurish.
The woman dodged easily, slashed the arteries in his wrist with her sashimi knife, and continued to stab and slice his arm, side, heart, and neck in rapid succession.
Her speed was so blinding it was nearly impossible to track with the naked eye.
The man collapsed, dead.
The remaining thugs began to sweat nervously, retreating a few steps.
“W-who the hell are you? What are you?!”
“Isn’t that my question? Why are you raising hell in such a peaceful place?”
Then, she disappeared.
Not metaphorically—physically.
At least, to their eyes, she was no longer visible.
“What the—?”
Slash!
Another thug fell, and for a moment, her figure reappeared before vanishing again.
“She’s got implants?!”
Why was someone like this in a peaceful fish market, of all places?
Thinking it was an easy job, they had brought rookies, but this was turning into a disaster.
“Damn it!”
One of them pulled out a gun.
They had avoided using firearms to prevent the situation from escalating unnecessarily, but it had come to this.
However, before he could fire, the hand holding the gun was severed cleanly at the wrist.
“AAAAH!!”
The woman followed up with a flurry of slashes.
Her blade darted across his body as if she were filleting fish, stabbing and cutting without hesitation.
Covered in blood, the woman finally revealed herself. She looked like a grim reaper incarnate.
“You know what they say? Only those prepared to be shot should pull a gun.”
“What?”
Somehow, she had taken his gun.
Without hesitation, she aimed it at his forehead and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The man’s head exploded, his body collapsing backward.
“This place has excellent soundproofing, so don’t worry about me.”
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Evening subtly transitioned into night.
I lay sprawled on a massive bed, flanked on either side by female knights, while Seunghee delivered her naked briefing.
By "naked briefing," I mean it literally—Seunghee was presenting her report completely nude, having stripped off every piece of clothing, even her underwear.
"Two weeks from now, I attempted to set an appointment, but Prosecutor General Jong Jin-hyuk declined, citing his busy schedule."
"...Does he have some kind of invincible backing? Why is he acting so stiff?"
"I believe he's trying to establish his authority early in his tenure. Additionally, there are unpleasant rumors circulating within the prosecution's ranks. It seems he’s being cautious about associating with you during such times."
"Unpleasant rumors?"
"That the former Prosecutor General died licking the boots of the Koryo Group."
"Ah."
I remembered barging into the Incheon Prosecutor's Office and humiliating the former Prosecutor General by forcing him into a dogeza. Unfortunately, his subordinates witnessed the scene.
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It seemed the event had spread far and wide, evolving into such gossip.
"Ridiculous how they feel the need to save face."
Annoyed, I vented by roughly groping the breasts of the female knights beside me.
"Fine, don’t bother trying to set an appointment. I’ll just show up in two weeks."
"...Understood."
"They don’t make it easy to behave civilly. It seems brute force is the only language they understand."
Seunghee continued her report, touching on topics such as Koryo Entertainment's projected quarterly revenue, the status of Nokonoko’s head office acquisition, the progress of the second auditions, and the land acquisitions in Namdong Industrial Complex.
"Looks like that’s everything. Now, time for the ‘personal’ report."
"...Yes, my Lord."
The final item was the “personal report,” a euphemism for what was about to happen.
Seunghee set her papers aside and climbed onto the bed. She positioned herself over me, just as-
Knock, knock.
"My Lord, it’s Baek Seol."
At that very moment, Baek Seol called from outside the door.
I had sent her to assist Soo-ah, but her unexpected return suggested she had uncovered something significant.
"Come in."
Baek Seol entered the room, and simultaneously, Seunghee impaled herself on me.
"Ah...! Ngh..."
"Yeah. What’s this about... wait, who’s that?"
Baek Seol was dragging an unconscious woman with her.
The woman, while older, had a pretty face.
Not exactly tempting enough to devour, but intriguing nonetheless.
"This is the mother of Seo Eun-mi, strongly suspected to be an NIS agent."
"Oh."
