Chapter 126
Chapter 126
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 126
Chapter Title: That's When I Become the 'Thug'
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"That's when I become the 'thug'."
A victorious smile crept across Park Sojin's face.
It wasn't a smile of joy or amusement.
It was the cold, cruel smile of a hunter who had laid every trap and now watched her prey step into the final one.
"So, I did warn you."
With that mocking remark, she pulled a thick stack of documents from her bag and slammed them down on my desk with a sharp thud.
At the top of the pile, emblazoned alongside the stark logo of the Financial Supervisory Service, were the horrifying words: [Notification of Investigation into Alleged Violations of the Capital Markets Act].
"This is the Capital Markets Investigation Division of the Financial Supervisory Service."
Park Sojin flashed her government ID right in front of my eyes once more, her voice dripping with official authority and intimidation.
"We are commencing an official investigation into unfair trading allegations against Blue Sky Investment Co., Ltd."
The moment she finished speaking, the two men in suits standing behind her sprang into action as if on cue.
One started slapping yellow "Evidence" stickers on every filing cabinet in my office.
The other approached Choi Yang, demanding access to all company transaction records and server permissions.
Her burly sidekick—the thug-like brute who moonlighted as her enforcer—had now planted himself like an impenetrable wall in front of the representative director's office door, glaring daggers at Ri Suhui by my side.
I'd prepared for violence, but this? This perfectly legal, procedure-perfect, polite form of "violence"? I'd never even imagined it.
My Post-Nut Clarity, my money, even my new "weapon" Ri Suhui—all of it was utterly useless against the colossal violence called the "state."
Park Sojin leaned back in her chair,
and with a final question, turned to me as I watched everything unfold helplessly.
"Well, Director? Will you cooperate now?"
In response, I let out a hollow laugh instead of answering.
"Ha... fuck, this is pretty fucking novel."
I scanned the intruders who had seized my office, eyeing them like some amusing sideshow.
"Pissant investigators thinking you're hot shit... So, Investigator Park, what kind of rotten cunt factory did you crawl out of? Suddenly... I'm fucking dying to know."
Just as I said, my trash-talking tone made the two suited guys rifling through documents shoot me contemptuous glares.
But I coolly ignored their stares.
'Yeah, I've got Ri Suhui. What're you gonna do about it?'
For the first time, a flicker of displeasure crossed Investigator Park Sojin's face at my nonchalant expression.
"Your mouth is filthy."
"You already know where I come from. Street rat trash. If you're gonna play with a guy like me... you gotta expect this much, right?"
"Fine, whatever. No plans to file a separate report for sexual harassment or verbal abuse."
"Do what you want. We both know hiring a top-dollar lawyer gets me off with a warning anyway, so don't pretend to be merciful. Just spit out the real reason you're pulling this bullshit."
To my provocation, she responded with silence instead of words.
In that silence, my Post-Nut Clarity brain pierced the heart of the situation and whispered the answer to me.
The method Park Sojin had chosen—and the one her superiors had chosen—was far too convoluted and inefficient.
An investment firm with total assets under 100 billion won.
To normal eyes, it might look huge, but in this industry, it was just the kind of outfit that got dismissed as "whose ass is this taped to?"
The Financial Supervisory Service going all-out on a pipsqueak company like this?
This wasn't about screwing me over.
It meant they wanted something from me.
To my final question, Park Sojin flashed a strange smile for the first time—as if seeing me not as an enemy, but as "talent."
"Impressive. Your instincts are as sharp as your chart-reading skills."
"Yeah, my dick gets hard pretty fucking fast too. Cut the bullshit and get to it."
To my crass urging, she clicked her tongue with a tsk and finally got to the point.
"Work with us."
"...Are you fucking insane?"
I couldn't believe my ears.
The bitch who had just turned my company upside down was now asking to team up?
"Not a bad deal."
Ignoring my reaction, she calmly laid out her offer as if it were the most natural thing.
"You get our 'protection.' We get your 'skills.' A win-win for both sides."
She was holding out a devil's contract to me.
At that moment, I couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
"Puhahahahaha!!!"
It started as a small chuckle, but soon the sheer absurdity of it all had me clutching my stomach, roaring with laughter.
Real, heartfelt laughter—not feigned—echoed through the tense representative director's office.
As my laughter died down, Park Sojin asked with a face twisted in utter disgust.
"What... is so funny?"
"Nah, your retarded antics are just fucking hilarious."
"Retarded? Don't you grasp the situation?"
"What're you gonna do about it?"
I leaned back in my chair, looking at her leisurely.
"You know it. All my trades are squeaky clean. What hook you got to reel me in with?"
To my words, she replied coldly, as if playing her final card.
"Investigations have no set timeline. Naturally, Blue Sky's funds will be 'frozen' during that period. You know that, right?"
Her ultimate threat.
But it meant nothing to me.
"Yeah, I know."
With genuine curiosity, I shot back at her.
"So?"
Park Sojin seemed momentarily speechless at my dismissive "So?"—as if it brushed off everything.
She quickly played her last, most powerful card.
"Frozen funds for an investment firm. You really don't know what that means?"
She spoke with utter confidence that I'd crumble.
But I just laughed.
"Did you check our client list?"
"......"
"This company? It's a shell I started just to shave off a penny in taxes. No operations, no clients—ever. Angry investors foaming at the mouth to trash my office? We don't have any."
Park Sojin couldn't possibly be unaware of that fact.
Masking her fluster, she changed tack.
"...I know you're free from investor liability, but having that much capital tied up is still a massive loss for you, isn't it, Director?"
"Hey, Choi Yang."
I called to Choi Yang standing by my side.
"What's our total company funds at right now?"
"827 billion won."
"Heh, we've raked in a shit-ton lately."
I muttered contentedly, then flashed a devilish grin at Park Sojin.
"Anyway, that 'massive loss' you're so eager to freeze? You think that's all my money?"
I locked eyes with her and dropped my final question.
"Did you... check how much my net worth was around this time last year?"
".........."
She had no answer.
She'd probably dug through my bank records already.
So she couldn't respond.
Last year at this time, my account had barely 100,000 won.
The pitiful wallet of a day-trading crypto junkie scraping by.
To the speechless woman, I kindly—and oh-so-casually—began recounting my "history."
"Last year, after I had this massive epiphany and started reading charts perfectly... my first scalps on crypto netted me like 1,000 won, 2,000 won tops."
I stared straight into her eyes, smiling.
"Started from there, and in exactly one year, I built an asset management firm worth 827 billion. Get what I'm saying now?"
"........."
"Company money? Freeze it all you want. But no matter how much bullshit you pull, can you freeze Kim Cheolsu's personal investments?"
"........."
"If I take just 100 million right now and start growing it again... how long before I eat your whole operation alive and turn you into beggars?"
I stepped closer to her. And crushed her last shred of hope.
"Thinking of running by tweaking chart patterns? Don't even try. If I found you once, you think I can't twice?"
At my final words, her face drained white with despair.
"...I thought you weren't total dumbfucks, so I got scared and hired bodyguards for all this drama. Feels like I'm the idiot now?"
"......."
"Haa, fuck... this is so goddamn pathetic! Hey, you fucking bitch! If this is all you got, why the hell did you even pull that 'dangerous people' crap?!"
From the start, there was only one way to deal with me: raw, primal violence.
My overwhelming trading record, my godlike charting skills—they forced that on my enemies.
And even that physical threat they'd been forced to choose...
...no longer worked on me.
Ignoring Park Sojin's trembling gaze on me, I shifted my eyes to her burly goon still behind her, glaring at me with disgust.
To my "weapon" standing calmly by my side, I issued a command in a perfectly serene voice.
"Ri Suhui."
"Yes, Comrade President."
"Break that fucker's leg."
I added the reason.
"His fucking glare is pissing me off."
The words had barely left my mouth when Ri Suhui moved.
No, "moved" isn't right.
She wasn't there one instant—then the next, she was right in front of the brute.
Thwack-!
"Gaaahhh—!"
A dull rupture echoed, followed by the brute's scream filling the entire office.
Ri Suhui's kick had precisely reversed his right knee joint.
She left him collapsing in agony and soundlessly returned to her spot by my side.
With the utterly indifferent, matter-of-fact expression of someone who'd just picked up a dropped tissue and tossed it in the trash.
To Park Sojin, who had watched it all with a face gone pale as death, I flashed the brightest smile in the world.
"What do you think? Pretty badass performance, huh? 10 billion annual salary, plus bonuses. Worth every penny, right?"
I nodded toward the brute writhing on the floor, clutching his leg.
Then, slowly approaching Park Sojin, I lectured her in a disappointed tone.
"Anyway, I figured you'd go full movie-villain on me—like kidnap me, threaten my contacts... hell, even ram my car off the road with a dump truck or some shit like that. 'Cause that's the only way."
I stood right before her, looking down as I tsked.
"But fuck. Your brain must be total mush. How the hell did a retard like you even get into the Financial Supervisory Service? Just memorized national history and math like a good little drone?"
"......."
"Whatever. No interest in chatting with small fry like you anymore. Call your boss."
To my order, she just bit her lip hard, unable to reply.
Leaning into her ear, I whispered the final truth like a devil.
"Call him, you fucking bitch."
"The money you're playing with isn't yours anyway. It's mixed with shares from all sorts of dangerous scumbags, right? This guy, that guy..."
At my words, her eyes flew wide with terror.
To shatter her last composure, I continued.
"If that goes tits-up, you know you'll get shish-kebabed by some sashimi knife outta nowhere... Think you can handle that?"
In that instant, all fear vanished from her face.
In its place bloomed a bitter, hollow smile—the kind of someone who had given up everything.
"No... superiors."
Her voice trembled, but she said it clearly.
"I'm... the top dog."
"...A pissant investigator?"
To my skeptical retort, she just stared at me silently.
From her demeanor, I realized her words were the truth.
But my Post-Nut Clarity brain couldn't comprehend this absurdity.
How?
One final, filthy, ugly possibility floated up in my mind.
"...You spread your legs for the director or some old geezer like that?"
To my vulgar question, she closed her eyes for the first time.
And after a long, long silence, in a voice of total resignation, she confessed her secret.
"...I pay regular tribute."
With her final confession, the last puzzle piece clicked into place for me.
I stepped up to her and fired off confirming shots, one by one.
"Pussy on tap, bribes on top, that's how you greased your way up to this spot?"
"...Yes."
"Hmm... Just my hunch, but... that money you're managing? It ain't the old geezers' behind you—it's dirty gangster scum you set up a side pocket for, right?"
"...Yes."
"And that precious cash just ate over 10 billion in losses 'cause of me."
"...Yes."
"Can't cover that hole... and you're headed to some nameless island, slurping fishermen's cum for life?"
".........Yes."
Her final answer was barely a whisper.
"Hmm..."
The math was done.
I looked down at her and slowly unzipped my pants.
Then, pulling out my cock, I told Park Sojin.
"Suck."
"......."
Her eyes flew wide like a condemned prisoner hearing the sentence—pure horror and despair.
To her, I whispered the devil's salvation.
"I'll clean up your whole fucked situation for you."
At my final words, all light faded from her eyes.
With hollow eyes, she slowly—ever so slowly—dropped to her knees before me.