Cool My Heat (10)
"Master, you're going to be rich in Korea soon too."
"With 150 billion Laria sitting there, I'd have to be a fucking idiot not to become rich."
"There are so many idiots like that in Korea. Turning upstarts into complete beggars is literally our specialty."
"Even if they have 100 billion?"
"You know that con artist Kang Joo-hyun?"
"I've heard of him. That bastard's dead, isn't he?"
"Exactly. And where do you think all his money went? Hehe."
Seong Hwayeon laughed with a sly, cunning smile.
"I'm a wicked bitch to those stupid fools, but to you, Master, I'm a good girl who listens well."
Kang Geon filled Seong Hwayeon's pussy with a thick load of cum in his room before sending her off, then headed out to the club with his friends. It was the end of the year, so everywhere was packed with people, and beautiful women were everywhere. Park Sun-woo managed to pick up three girls, and everything that happened that night was saved in full on their phones.
Gangster organization members fall into two categories: those who know about Ferum and those who don't. Knowing about Ferum meant they had gotten close to the Inviter power cartel. Some of them were chosen by the five major organizations and became Inviters themselves, while others remained mere errand boys.
Jeong Il-sik was one of those who had been marked by Seong Hwayeon and remained a lowly errand runner. To the freshly adult Kim Tae-san, he was an untouchable figure, but to Seong Hwayeon, he was someone she could kill with a single glance.
Even though Jeong Il-sik was nothing more than an Inviter's errand boy, he enjoyed considerable wealth and status. He lived with his pretty wife in a luxury Gangnam apartment over 60 pyeong, drove a foreign car, wore luxury watches, ran a major loan shark business, and owned several hostess bars.
His day usually started in the afternoon. After managing the bars that operated until dawn, he'd go home to sleep, wake up, eat lunch, and head to Namsan Finance. That was his routine.
Jeong Il-sik sat in his office with his feet propped up on the desk. It was a privilege only he could enjoy in this room.
"What happened to the girls that bastard Kim Tae-san took?"
"They shot a few porn videos, paid off their debts, and that was it."
"Fuck, I told that asshole not to do that. Didn't I say to inflate their debts more and use them as hostesses?"
"I did tell him, but he wouldn't listen."
"These fucking kids these days have no manners. Where is that bastard now?"
"I sent him out to collect debts."
"Collect debts my ass. He's probably out there messing with the female debtors. Bring him here right now."
"Yes, boss!"
Just as Jeong Il-sik had predicted, Kim Tae-san, who had been hitting on women, was practically dragged back to Namsan Finance.
"You fucking dog. Who the hell are you to give women jobs and let them pay off their debts? Who taught you to handle shit like that?"
"I just did it the way you do it, boss."
"This son of a bitch is talking back from the first word. Hey! Those bitches you took were carefully selected from second-tier finance companies so I could put them in my bars. Sitting next to men and pouring drinks makes way more money than shooting that kind of porn."
"......"
"Take that look out of your eyes before I gouge them out."
"Boss, this is getting difficult."
"What? Has this bastard gone crazy?"
"They say the scar on your face didn't come from fighting another organization, but from getting beaten after hitting on the Hellfire boss."
"What the fuck did you just say? Who the hell is spreading that bullshit?"
"I heard it from Seong Hwayeon."
"You fucking dog! How the hell do you know that name?"
Jeong Il-sik was fuming.
"How do I know? Because Seong Hwayeon is my friend's woman."
"Hahahahahahaha—! This bastard must have overheard that name somewhere by luck and thinks he can threaten me with it? You think that kind of obvious lie will work on me?"
"It's the truth."
"You sure about that? What do you think will happen if I send that exact story to Seong Hwayeon? A guy like you would get his dick and limbs chopped off and fed to dogs, then she'd laugh while watching you crawl around on your stumps."
"Go ahead. I'm confident."
"Goddamn it, you fucking dog. Trying to drag me into your mess. If you're gonna die, die by yourself!"
Jeong Il-sik kicked Kim Tae-san in the chest. Kim Tae-san could easily guess that behind the violent reaction was pure fear. The name Seong Hwayeon, boss of Hellfire, was that much of an untouchable giant in this world.
"You piece of shit!"
Jeong Il-sik raised his leg to stomp on Kim Tae-san. But his foot was easily caught in Kim Tae-san's hand.
The lower body contains seventy percent of a person's total muscle mass and strength. And that kind of leg had been stopped by a hand? It meant either an overwhelming difference in power or some special ability was involved.
There was no way the power gap could be that big. While Kim Tae-san's arms were thick, Jeong Il-sik was a man who had been lifting iron for over twenty years.
"This... this bastard...?"
Jeong Il-sik realized that Kim Tae-san hadn't blocked it with pure muscle strength, and he knew very well what kind of people possessed such special power. After all, Seong Hwayeon was exactly like that.
Kim Tae-san stood up and brushed off his clothes. He wanted to kill him using his skills right then and there, but he held back because Kang Geon had told him to use the power of an Inviter discreetly.
"If you apologize now, I'll let it slide appropriately."
It was a lie. He planned to accept the apology and then repay this humiliation twice over.
"Get the fuck out of here, you dog!"
Jeong Il-sik bluffed. If he lost face in front of his subordinates to a twenty-year-old kid, he'd never be able to hold his head high again.
"See you later."
Kim Tae-san left Namsan Finance with a rotten smile on his face.
"That fucking bastard! Aaaargh!"
Jeong Il-sik threw everything he could get his hands on. The desk flipped over and flower pots shattered. The office quickly turned into a disaster zone.
Kim Tae-san spat on the ground outside the Namsan Finance building and called Seong Hwayeon.
"Sister, it's me. Kim Tae-san."
"Yeah. Let's take care of that bastard Jeong Il-sik quickly."
"He threw a fit saying I let the girls pay off their debts, and when I told him you were Geon's girlfriend, he called it bullshit."
"Yes, please take care of it."
After hanging up, Kim Tae-san glared at the fourth floor where Jeong Il-sik was.
"You're fucking dead."
Upon receiving Kim Tae-san's call, Seong Hwayeon decided to deal with Jeong Il-sik first. Using the information she received from Kim Tae-san, she anonymously reported the bars Jeong Il-sik operated to the authorities. His establishments, which had committed every possible illegality—watering down drinks, recycling food, prostitution, and more—were investigated despite the bribes paid to the police. Business suspension orders came down immediately.
Namsan Finance was the same. For charging interest rates above the legal limit and illegal debt collection, Jeong Il-sik was arrested and investigated. Finally, the bank demanded immediate repayment of all loans.
With his cash flow completely cut off, Jeong Il-sik struggled even to pay the interest. To make matters worse, one of his stores caught fire. It wasn't an ordinary fire. It was hot enough to melt the building's support columns and cause the entire structure to collapse. The cause of the fire remained unknown.
When the investigator muttered that it seemed like the fire had started as if by magic, one name flashed through Jeong Il-sik's mind.
Seong Hwayeon.
"But why would that woman... No way..."
Jeong Il-sik called Kim Tae-san.
"I'm not ruined yet!"
"W-wait!"
"Was what you said back then true? That your friend is Seong Hwayeon's underling."
Jeong Il-sik felt relieved. The single sentence he had just recorded from Kim Tae-san was his lifeline.
'If I play this for Seong Hwayeon, both this bastard and his friend are as good as dead!'
Jeong Il-sik judged that Seong Hwayeon was only playing around with Kim Tae-san's friend for a short while. No matter who Kim Tae-san's friend was, he couldn't possibly be anyone important. There was no way Seong Hwayeon would date someone like that seriously.
"Alright. Tell me what I need to do to make you stop."
"I want to apologize to Lady Seong Hwayeon too. Arrange a meeting."
"Why Jihyun?"
Kim Tae-san laughed crudely.
"I'll bring her. Send me the address by text."
Kim Tae-san hung up and sent a text. It was the address of Kang Geon's building.
Jeong Il-sik called his wife Kang Ji-hyun and headed to the address in the message together. Kang Ji-hyun, Jeong Il-sik's wife, was eight years younger than him, beautiful, and innocent. She was the complete opposite of Jeong Il-sik, who had slept with every thug and whore imaginable since his youth.
Jeong Il-sik had taken a liking to her when she had just graduated university and started working. Using all the experience he'd gained from seducing countless women, he showered her with gifts and successfully won her over. During that process, he never told her exactly what kind of work he did, so Kang Ji-hyun simply believed her husband was an honest businessman working in secondary finance.
'Fucking bastards!'
His blood boiled at the demand for his woman. He swore he would only stop once he saw Seong Hwayeon burn Kim Tae-san and his friend alive.
"Honey, are you okay?"
Kang Ji-hyun asked worriedly when she saw her husband's grim expression.
"I'm fine. Everything will be resolved soon. You were surprised by those sudden bills, weren't you?"
"I was a bit surprised, but I'm okay now. Where are we going right now?"
"We're going to meet someone who can fix this."
"And you're taking me with you?"
"That person told me to bring you too."
"Why?"
"I don't know either. Just sit quietly when we get there and don't say anything. Whatever you see or hear today, don't tell anyone. Understand?"
"Yes. I'll keep it in mind."
Jeong Il-sik drove while groping his wife's breasts and thighs. They soon arrived at Kang Geon's building and took the elevator to the fifteenth floor. When they rang the doorbell, Kim Tae-san opened the door. He looked Kang Ji-hyun up and down with a mocking sneer. Feeling his sticky gaze, she hid behind Jeong Il-sik.
'You fucking bastard. You're finished soon too.'