Chapter 140
Chapter 140
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 140
Chapter Title: Faction Hunter
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Faction Hunter.
Saturday night, 9 PM.
Park Sojin glided her black sedan silently into the underground parking garage of her officetel.
The engine clicked off, bringing a hush along with the faint lingering warmth.
She closed her eyes for a moment, replaying the day's events.
Her body, quivering in orgasm as it was "used" by the president.
And the bloody war that was about to begin anew.
Her head throbbed.
A sharp click sounded as she stepped out of the car, her high heels echoing through the empty garage.
Just as she locked the door and turned, her footsteps halted.
There, in the shadow of a distant pillar, stood a familiar silhouette.
Park Sojin let out a long sigh. A puff of white breath escaped her lips, along with a single mutter.
"...Thug bastards."
The man leaning against the pillar was BJ Khan.
The "Prince of the Ants," who had plummeted into ruin just days ago.
The cocky confidence from his streams was nowhere to be seen.
His expensive designer clothes were rumpled, and dark circles hollowed his eyes from sleepless nights.
Spotting her, he approached with a servile grin.
"Investigator Park Sojin, I've been waiting for you."
His voice feigned calm, but it trembled ever so slightly at the edges.
Park Sojin treated him like he was invisible, striding toward the elevator hall.
"Didn't I tell you not to show up in my private space?"
Her voice was cold as ice.
As she brushed past dismissively, BJ Khan roughly seized her wrist.
The fawning smile vanished from his face, replaced by the impatient, violent scowl of a stranger.
His grip was far stronger than she'd expected.
"Ugh, I'm in a bit of a rush here. I wanna play nice too, so don't make a fuss, alright?"
His back-alley thug tone brought naked disgust to her face.
She twisted her captured arm and said coldly,
"Let go. I don't like men touching my body."
She shook free of his grasp, but her strength fell short.
BJ Khan shoved her roughly against the wall instead.
A heavy thud as her back hit the cold concrete.
He pinned her shoulders and spat vulgar threats.
"Do what I say while I'm being nice. Unless you want a roofie, stripped naked, and tossed to the bums."
In that instant, Park Sojin's eyes changed.
Not fear, but the icy contempt one might give a bug.
And then, from the darkness behind them, another set of sneaker steps approached.
Thud. Thud.
The sound closed in without a hint of hesitation.
Khan whipped around irritably toward the noise.
Emerging from the shadows was a woman with short, sporty hair.
Her body was covered in scars, yet her face was unrealistically beautiful by contrast.
Lee Soohee.
She fixed her cold gaze on Khan's hand gripping Park Sojin's wrist and spoke.
Her words carried a chilling North Korean lilt.
"Dog bastard, let go of that hand. Our boss comrade hates other men touching her possessions."
Khan's face twisted in disbelief.
"What the fuck is this ethnic Korean bitch? Wanna join the fun...?"
Before he could finish, Lee Soohee's form vanished.
Or seemed to.
The next instant, she was right beside him.
And her hand gently encircled the wrist that held Park Sojin.
Crack.
A dull thud echoed through the entire garage.
An inhuman scream tore from Khan's mouth.
His wrist was bent at a grotesque angle.
"Aaaagh! My... my wrist!"
Lee Soohee stood impassively beside Park Sojin, gazing down at the man writhing on the floor as if her work was done.
There was no tremor on her face from having just snapped a man's bone.
She turned to Park Sojin and asked,
"What now?"
The role set by Boss Kim Cheolsu was clear: Park Sojin's shield and the weapon in her hand.
Lee Soohee awaited only her next command.
Instead of answering, Park Sojin pulled a wet wipe from her bag.
She meticulously cleaned her wrist where he'd grabbed it, as if scrubbing off filthy grime.
Then she tossed the used wipe onto Khan's groaning face on the floor.
Only then did she look at Lee Soohee and ask coldly,
"Torture... ever done it?"
A faint smile tugged at Lee Soohee's lips for the first time.
"Heh, that's my specialty."
She flipped open an old folder phone from her pocket and held down a shortcut key.
It connected on the first ring.
[Hah... ha... fuck... so good... ha... finger... in the back... hng...]
Lee Soohee listened silently to the voice on the other end.
Lewd feminine moans leaked faintly from the receiver.
It was Han Yura's voice.
Lee Soohee's brow furrowed ever so slightly.
In a flat tone, she spoke.
"Nearly died the other day, and your dick's hard again?"
A brief silence passed on the line. Then came an annoyed voice, thick with heavy breaths.
[Shut up, what is it?]
"Can you wipe the surveillance cams in Comrade Park's officetel basement garage?"
[Huff... huff... One quick jerk and I'll handle it right away.]
"Got it."
Lee Soohee hung up the moment her business was done.
She strode to Khan, clutching his broken wrist and groaning on the floor, and yanked his belt.
Then, dragging him one-handed like a piece of light luggage, she hauled him toward Park Sojin's car.
'Surveillance cams?'
Lee Soohee smirked.
With the boss comrade's bizarre abilities, erasing every trace would be child's play.
Ignoring the CCTVs mounted everywhere in the garage, she dumped Khan into the trunk of Park Sojin's car.
She slammed the trunk shut and asked Park Sojin, who was heading for the driver's seat,
"Where to?"
Park Sojin replied calmly.
"Rented a warehouse near the Incheon industrial complex."
A genuine smile curved Lee Soohee's lips for the first time.
Impressed by her preparedness, she said,
"You're well prepared."
Heh. The two women exchanged glances and smiled.
It was the cold, satisfied smile only fellow predators could recognize.
The black sedan slipped through the late-night roads.
Behind the wheel was Lee Soohee in comfortable athletic wear.
In the passenger seat sat Park Sojin, sharp as a blade in her suit.
The car was eerily quiet, belying the fact that it carried a man in the trunk.
Only the occasional engine hum and the city's passing noises filled the space between them.
Their destination: an old industrial zone in Incheon.
A secret warehouse Park Sojin had prepared in advance.
How long had they driven? The car halted at a red light.
In the ensuing quiet, Lee Soohee's gaze flicked briefly to Park Sojin in the passenger seat.
Park Sojin stared out the window.
Streetlamp light illuminated her profile, casting deep shadows.
The woman who feigned perfect submission before the president and ruled like an ice queen before thugs.
But now, in Lee Soohee's eyes, her face bore faint traces of deep fatigue and tangled thoughts.
'This woman too, in the end...'
Lee Soohee shook her head, cutting the thought short.
The light turned green. She stared ahead and pressed the accelerator.
No words passed between them, but they knew they shared the same thought.
Tonight would be a very long one.
The abandoned warehouse in Incheon's industrial zone reeked of dust and rusted iron.
A single worn incandescent bulb dangled from the ceiling, barely illuminating the space.
With practiced efficiency, Lee Soohee seated BJ Khan in an old metal chair and bound him tight with box tape.
Her movements wasted not a single inch, pure professional.
Park Sojin watched impassively, then pulled out her smartphone and called her "master," Kim Cheolsu.
"President, it's Sojin."
[Yeah, speak.]
The voice on the other end was still languid.
"How should we handle him?"
[That's your call. As much as you can stomach. That's why I assigned Soohee.]
"Yes, I'll proceed carefully so you don't have to worry."
[Oh, and come to Paju tomorrow.]
"Yes, sir. If you tell me the purpose... I'll prepare in advance."
[Nothing big. Teach the Yura bitch and Slgi bitch some fellatio techniques.]
"......Yes."
With that, Park Sojin ended the call.
Why did her body heat up at being used as a sex toy?
She'd enjoyed sex before, but never like this...
'Cunt House No. 5.'
Park Sojin let out a small sigh at how her panties grew damp from the crude label the president had given her.
Hiding her tangled emotions, she walked toward the fully bound Khan.
Clack. Clack.
As her high heels echoed through the warehouse, Lee Soohee's feral eyes turned to her.
Seeing Park Sojin approach like she might yank out his fingernails, Lee Soohee advised in a flat tone,
"Cut off one finger first—it makes things easier. And info from torture ain't reliable."
"Ah, it's fine. Not after any premium intel."
Park Sojin stood right before Khan, looking down at him as she spoke. Lee Soohee's eyebrow arched slightly.
"Then? Why go through all this?"
Instead of replying, Park Sojin grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.
Meeting his terrified eyes, she said low and clear enough to fill the warehouse.
"Warning."
That single word dissolved all of Lee Soohee's doubts.
This wasn't torture for information.
It was a letter to the remaining nineteen beasts.
A ritual showing how cruel and merciless the new master could be.
A serpentine smile crept onto Lee Soohee's lips. Far more vicious and elegant than mere bone-breaking.
"Ah, now... I get it."
Only now did she understand why the boss had paired her with Park Sojin.
Park Sojin was the brain that devised the plans.
She was the hands and feet that carried them out.
One cold reason, the other hot violence.
The perfect combination.
Park Sojin said nothing more.
She merely gave Lee Soohee a tiny nod.
That was enough.
Lee Soohee approached the battered toolbox she'd brought and pulled out a hefty hammer.
She pinned Khan's flailing left hand under her sneaker-clad foot.
Then raised the hammer high with her other hand.
Their eyes met in midair: his wild with terror, hers utterly blank.
The next instant, the hammer came crashing down.
In the deserted old warehouse of the industrial zone, the sickening crunch of bone and flesh mingled with a ripping scream that echoed deafeningly.