Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter Title: Chapter 68 - 67화
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter 68: Finally Found Them
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Finally found them.
Yoon Na-rin and Han U-sol had spotted the guys doing drugs in a bar and dragged them back to the dorm. They weren't the drug suppliers we'd been desperately hunting for, but who cared? Beating answers out of these punks would reveal the criminal organization behind the sales soon enough.
"Names."
"Bernard Zyakov."
"Blasichini Zokofsky."
"Veynard Hera."
"You fucking assholes."
"Eek!"
Who the hell were they trying to mess with? A surge of rage boiled up, and I couldn't hold back—I smashed a fist into each of the three druggies.
I wasn't in a great mood right now.
"From now on, you're all just BJ."
It was 3:30 a.m., the dead of night.
Han U-sol and Yoon Na-rin had gone out on a night patrol and brought back the drug dealers, forcing me out of my sweet sleep.
I asked why they didn't interrogate them themselves instead of waking me up, but they said the idiots just spouted nonsense and wouldn't crack. So they woke me and Reisi Hearts, the experts at threats and intimidation.
It wasn't wrong, but the phrasing left something to be desired. They could've called me a specialist in on-site investigations and interrogation techniques.
...Ah, these little shits.
Anyway, I'd finally drifted off peacefully without any hallucinations for once, only to be interrupted by these unwelcome guests. I already saw the druggies as scum, but names like that? They deserved a hundred beatings.
"...Whatever. Who'd you buy the drugs from? Just tell us that, and I'll let you live."
I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed. I wanted to wrap this up and get back to bed.
"……..."
The men clammed up, rolling their eyes and glancing around nervously.
"Not talking? You've gotta be kidding."
Reisi chimed in from beside me with a menacing tone. As expected—one good student teaches ten. She knew exactly what to do without me saying a word. Reisi truly was a genius among geniuses.
"Hiiik...!"
The men let out shrill yelps at Reisi's icy voice. She, too, had been forcibly woken in the wee hours and wasn't thrilled.
Reisi and I glared at them. Sunken dark circles and glazed pupils—they were so steeped in drugs, I doubted they could even speak properly.
After a moment of staring, the middle guy looked at me and opened his mouth.
"Bal..."
"Bal?"
"Balls!!!"
"......?"
"Hey, Veynard!!! Look at that!!! There's balls on his head!!!"
"What!!!! No, dear God!!!!"
"Is this even possible!!!!"
Their eyes locked onto me.
"No way!!!!! That's horrifying!!!!!"
"What the fuck. Why are these assholes acting like this?"
The three foamed at the mouth, writhing and screaming. No surprise they were BJs—their reactions were insanely over-the-top.
...Are these fuckers hallucinating from drugs?
Irritation rose to the brink of explosion, but I forced it down and spoke to them again.
"Hey. Cut the bullshit and answer quick..."
"The b-balls talked!!!"
"Impossible!!!"
"A rare treasure!!!"
"You fucking bastards!!!"
I finally snapped. As I lunged at them, Han U-sol grabbed me.
"Ah, Anis! Calm down!"
"Uwaaaah!!! Balls!!! The balls exploded!!! It's dripping down!!!"
"What horror!!!!"
"Kwaaaaaah!!!!!"
"Let me go!!!! I'll kill them all!!!!"
"Anis!!"
There's a saying: Beat them first, and they'll talk.
I think it's a brilliant saying. It pierces right to the heart of human history—a truth worthy of the highest praise.
The human body is a mysterious thing. Whether words work or not, if you just bash it enough, it'll communicate somehow by design.
In other words, even these drugged-out nutjobs with loose screws would start making sense if you tie them up and beat them. The wonder of the human body. I couldn't help but marvel.
The men and I had a little body talk. Nothing special—just some light skinship. I'd asked in human language, but got beastly grunts in return, so we exchanged some body language to sort it out.
There was a bit of commotion with Han U-sol and Yoon Na-rin holding me back while Reisi cheered me on, but it was minor.
"Kehkeh. You're on fire."
Fergus was grinning.
"Alright, BJ gentlemen. Take a seat."
The men sprawled on the floor scrambled up and sat down. Their dark circles remained, but their glazed eyes had regained sharp focus.
They were cooperative now. As the old saying goes, following ancient wisdom never leads to loss—they detailed exactly who they contacted for the drugs.
"So the organization supplies brokers, and the brokers sell to you. Judging by your state, you're seasoned users. Spill every broker name and face you know."
These guys were just consumers buying drugs for cash. They didn't know the organization's location. But we got details on several brokers. Grabbing them would lead straight to the org. We'd squeezed out all the useful info.
"Guys, let's go. Right now."
Han U-sol gestured toward the door.
Handle business swiftly. Once the target is in sight, accelerate. We had to nab the brokers before they got wind and bolted. We geared up to head out immediately.
"So... what happens to us now...?"
"Shut your mouths."
I tied the druggies' bodies with ropes to keep them from moving and called out to DJ.
"Hey, DJ. Watch these guys."
"Huh...? Uh, yeah."
Including the night patrol team, Reisi and I bolted out of the dorm. Then we started raiding entertainment district buildings one by one.
Bam!
"Everyone freeze!! Here for the drug dealers!!"
"You there!! Don't move!!"
"Anis, Reisi! Too rough!"
"Are you gangsters!?"
"Kehkeh. You're on fire."
Yoon Na-rin and Han U-sol were too naive. In a place like this, you go in aggressive to win half the battle upfront.
"Hey! That one's running!!"
"Get him!!"
See? No need for hard work—they practically scream "I'm the criminal, catch me!" by running.
Reisi and I chased the fleeing man immediately. My sweet midnight sleep had turned into a night pursuit.
"Gotcha!"
The runner didn't get far. His civilian-level physique couldn't shake us.
The page turns. Quickly.
Stories always accelerate toward the end.
After dragging on forever, now that the organization's outline emerged, the case raced toward resolution. Tomorrow—no, today—we'd uncover and uproot every criminal group in the district. It was close.
Time had slipped past 4 a.m. For some, prime sleep hours, but in this neighborhood, it was peak time with crowds everywhere. Word spread fast that we were raiding places and arresting brokers left and right.
Brokers scattered and fled upon hearing. But they didn't get far. I hunted them down with overwhelming physical prowess and hauled them in.
"How many total?"
"Five."
"Missed one."
"Doesn't matter. We'll get org info from these."
We headed back to the dorm with the five brokers. The men, tied like fish on a string trailing behind, wailed to be freed.
"You'll regret this! Those guys are ruthless, no mercy! Word's already reached their ears! You're all dead!"
I snorted inwardly.
So they can take down two mid-tier magic beasts? We took out two Cerberuses.
At best, puffed-up thugs from slum alleys. If they were that skilled, they'd be wanted and famous by now. No way they'd hide like this.
"Ha! From that look, you don't believe me? A monster showed up there recently. Even the rumors were terrifying. I'll say it again—you're all dead."
"So where is it, you punk?"
"Kugh!"
Reisi kicked the man's shin.
Monster my ass. I dismissed it as typical third-rate villain bluster. How do they nail the cliché so perfectly?
The man yapped nonstop on the way back, spewing useless crap without stopping. This guy's due for some body talk later.
We reached the dorm, ignoring his babble.
But something was off.
"...The door."
The front door was ajar.
Strange. Why?
We'd definitely closed it.
"Hey! DJ! Daniel!!"
I rushed inside, shouting their names. No response.
I dashed to the living room. First thing I saw: the three tied-up druggies, all knocked out. No sign of DJ.
Thud. My heart sank. I scanned desperately.
Then, a single sheet of paper on the table. I snatched it up and read the scrawled message.
"......"
I clenched my fist hard. The crinkle of the paper echoed lowly in the room.
I hurled the crumpled note aside and bolted from the dorm. Destination: the abandoned building in X-4 as written.
"Anis! Wait up!"
Voices called after me as I suddenly dashed out. I ignored them and kept running.
Rage surged. Irritation boiled.
A kidnapping.
Pure third-rate villain bullshit.
Like rage over a prized possession stolen after pouring your heart into it. Disgust.
Dark emotions enveloped me, pulling me under.
At least it wasn't dead yet. Lucky.
But.
No.
Thump thump. Heart racing.
This won't do.
No.
Absolutely not.
My tumultuous life had never included being kidnapped.
So, no.
'It' must be the same as me.
A tall watchtower. Four figures crowded a cramped space.
Two were recent rookies assigned to the fortress. The others: Yoon Kang-woo and his old colleague Aselrica, now veteran heroes respected by many.
"Hey. How many times have I told you not to climb the watchtower? Gotta drag you down myself to satisfy you?"
Aselrica, irritated after calling up repeatedly with no response, had climbed up herself. Yoon Kang-woo ignored her outburst, silently peering through binoculars at the distance.
"Damn it, are you even lis—"
"Hold on."
Yoon Kang-woo raised a hand to silence her.
"………."
A lot. Yoon Kang-woo muttered softly. Sensing the ominous vibe, Aselrica composed herself and asked.
"...What's wrong?"
"Sound the alarm."
"Magic beasts are coming."
The page turns.
Quickly.