Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Chapter 29
Hunt (4)
Arte's headquarters was located near an apartment complex in Namyangju. They used an old two-story building, and outwardly it was an ordinary volunteer organization.
I had been watching for two days, but there was nothing particularly suspicious.
Then on the third day, I saw something questionable.
The representative of the volunteer organization left work later than usual and loaded a bag into the trunk.
I followed, leaping over buildings with Gyeonggong.
The car entered the back of an abandoned gas station, where a black mid-sized car was waiting.
Without any particular conversation, the bag was loaded into the mid-sized car's trunk.
Arte's representative's car left first, and when the mid-sized car was about to move, I jumped in front of it.
Before the driver's surprised expression could fade, I opened the passenger door and got in. Since I opened it with force, the door was almost torn off.
"Only answer what I ask."
The driver's face turned ashen.
"If you answer well, you can live. I promise."
This statement must have given him some hope.
"Whose errand are you running?"
No answer.
I grabbed the driver's shoulder. I infused my internal energy and let it flow into his body.
The driver foamed at the mouth and fainted from the pain of his entire body feeling torn apart.
I pressed lightly on the back of his neck. Like magic, the driver opened his eyes, and I asked again.
"Whose errand are you running?"
"Assemblyman Han Min-cheol."
"Drive. Go where you were originally heading."
The car started moving with the door torn off.
One hour later.
The car entered an upscale residential area in central Seoul.
"Do as you normally would."
I left the driver alone and got out of the car.
As I hid nearby, the car stopped in front of a well-decorated luxury house.
When the car arrived, two men who had been waiting in advance moved the bag from the trunk.
They seemed to be asking something about the damaged car, but I couldn't hear their conversation.
'It doesn't matter what happens anyway.'
Ignoring their conversation, I infiltrated the house.
Beyond the glass wall of the living room overlooking the garden, there was a rocking chair with a middle-aged man in his late fifties sitting in it.
Watching the man entrusting his body to the rocking motion of the chair, I was certain of my target.
I opened one of the doors in the glass wall, entered inside, and stood next to the middle-aged man.
He had a surprised expression when the glass wall door opened, but before he could react, I grabbed his neck from behind.
"Stay quiet if you don't want to die."
The middle-aged man nodded, and I dragged him into a nearby room.
The room was an office that doubled as a study.
I sat him in the office chair and perched on the desk.
"Wh-who are you?"
"Someone who came to kill you."
The guy rolled his eyes.
I spread my palm and swung it.
Pak!
Five teeth broke. Even though I controlled it, it seemed excessive.
Watching him spit out blood, I asked.
"Han Min-cheol, what kind of promise did you make with Arte?"
Han Min-cheol was hunched over, covering his bleeding mouth with his hand.
"You don't seem to grasp the situation, do you?"
I thrust my index finger into his shoulder.
"If you scream, you die. Try it if you think I'm lying."
Han Min-cheol trembled and finally raised his head to look at me. I could feel his desperate heart directly.
Then, I heard a knock.
"Answer."
I placed my hand on the guy's head and commanded.
"I'll be alone for a while, so withdraw."
"We'll leave the bag in the living room."
I heard footsteps moving away from the door.
"Now, I'll ask again. This is your last chance. What promise did you make with Arte?"
My finger was still digging into Han Min-cheol's shoulder. He hesitated for a moment before answering.
"To use part of the donations as political funds..."
There was no sincerity in his eyes.
"This is why I can't trust politicians."
I lightly pressed the back of the guy's neck.
After checking the external situation with the unconscious guy on my shoulder, I left the mansion.
Everyone is equal before death.
Even if births are different, death is uniform. Overcoming this is not easy, even for warriors.
The greatest fear in the world.
That is death.
"Please spare me."
Assemblyman Han Min-cheol.
A figure currently called a power player in the ruling party.
Called a candidate for the next presidential election, it took only 5 minutes to break down his composure.
When internal energy is injected into an ordinary person's body, they experience a shock as if their energy channels and blood vessels are being torn. It's possible with even a minute of internal energy.
That pain is like Juhwa Ipma, making one feel extreme fear.
I gifted Han Min-cheol such hell three times.
One minute each, three times.
He was sprawled like a garbage bag on the riverbank floor where grass grew tall.
"Please..."
"If you joined the hunter group, you should have been prepared to be hunted in return."
The guy looks up at me pitifully.
I hate that look.
Tung.
I flicked my finger. A hole formed in the guy's shoulder, and blood spurted out.
I pressed his blood points to stop the bleeding and asked him.
"Should I spare you?"
Han Min-cheol nodded vigorously as if he had been waiting.
"Then call all the guys you know. Secretly."
"What?"
"Emergency assembly. You have that much authority."
The guy's face turned ashen.
"If you don't like that, just die. I'll be clear, it will be very painful. Because I'm very angry."
I flowed internal energy into the guy's body again. This time it was enough to destroy his energy channels.
As his insides started tearing apart, Han Min-cheol nodded with eyes begging to be spared.
"Start."
Eventually, Han Min-cheol picked up the phone with trembling hands.
11 PM at night.
Ten luxury sedans were parked at an upscale Korean restaurant that had already closed for business.
Food was prepared in a detached building behind the restaurant, and ten middle-aged men had taken their seats inside.
—We found a company run by a Korean reincarnator.
They received this message. The sender was Han Min-cheol.
Including Han Min-cheol, there were 3 assemblymen.
Two businessmen.
A prosecutor and a judge.
A tax office director and a police chief.
The last one's identity was unknown even to Han Min-cheol. However, he said this was someone who always attended meetings.
He said this person usually didn't speak and only listened to opinions.
I hid near the detached building until everyone gathered. And when all the members had assembled, I knocked out all those guarding outside and went in.
When I entered, everyone had puzzled expressions. Only Han Min-cheol trembled greatly.
"Everyone, listen carefully to me. From now on, anyone who stands up from their seat dies."
At my words, one assemblyman frowned and stood up.
He seemed to trust the assemblyman badge decorated on his suit.
I flicked my finger.
Ping!
"Keok!"
A hole appeared in the throat of the assemblyman who stood up.
Blood burst out like a fountain, and he trembled. Then he soon collapsed and died.
"Try moving again if you think I'm lying."
Only then did the atmosphere settle.
"You are hunters, I am a reincarnator. The reason we should kill each other is clear, right?"
I flicked my finger once more.
This time, the throat of one businessman was pierced.
The chairman of Daejeong Group.
It was the 7th ranked company in the business world.
Even his glorious past is equally worthless before death.
"There's a lot of food prepared. Eat. It'll be your last meal before you die."
Even though I said this, no one picked up their chopsticks.
Those seated around the two tables all remained silent, and only the ticking of the clock on the wall sounded as loud as thunder.
"Uh, excuse me..."
Tung!
Since someone tried to speak, I pierced their throat again.
It was another businessman.
"Don't speak without permission."
Everyone froze like statues, unable to say anything.
"Now, I'll give you a chance to speak. From now on, tell me all the information related to Arte. Anyone who doesn't speak or lies dies."
I had set the atmosphere, but no one readily stepped forward.
So I released the killing intent I had been holding back.
A blade-like energy filled the room. At this, everyone's bodies began to tremble.
However, one person was different. Though his body trembled, his reaction was a bit slow.
I went in front of that guy.
"Were you a watcher?"
The guy who had been sitting hurriedly turned his body and swung his hand. A dagger was gripped in the guy's hand.
Tuk.
I caught that hand. Then I applied force and twisted his wrist.
Uduk!
Breaking his wrist, I pressed the guy's blood points. As expected, I felt strong internal energy.
"In the end, you're all scarecrows. Because you were being monitored by this guy."
It was a completely illogical statement. And they would have expected such a watcher, too.
But this process is necessary.
It's giving them a reason to betray.
"I-if you just spare me, I'll tell you anything."
One of the guys who had been watching the situation hurriedly opened his mouth.
In the end, groups that gather for profit are like this.
Assemblyman Jeong Man-seok.
Outwardly, he belonged to the opposition party, which was the rival of the ruling party member Han Min-cheol. Such guys were secretly on the same side.
In the end, political fights through the media were also a show.
"I'll spare you if the information is worth sparing you for."
From that point on, the guys gathered there began competing to tell information.
Their information wasn't much different from Japan's Feral Company, which I heard about from the Witch.
However, the difference was that Korea had more people politically infiltrated compared to Japan.
Companies and politicians created connections to greatly grow their allies. Not only Kim Mu-jin's Hanjeong Group, but also other companies were also pressured.
In the end, their plan was to dominate the business world. Now was the process of proceeding with mergers and acquisitions one by one.
Because of this situation, many companies were joining the connection even while taking losses.
The reason the Hanjeong Group of Kim Mu-jin was no longer given opportunities was because they were selected as an example.
"You're saying a new connection is being born that surpasses the old connection."
The connection between politics and business is Korea's long-standing evil practice.
"It's a power that transcends the nation, so we couldn't refuse."
Han Min-cheol trailed off as he answered.
A force strong enough to collapse the existing connection had entered. The new line was that attractive.
"You mean you weren't really interested in reincarnators."
They didn't believe in reincarnators, and even if they existed, they weren't very interested.
What they wanted was only to stand at the center of power and money.
'They haven't completely taken control yet.'
From Hunter Hall's perspective, Korea was just one of many branches. And they didn't consider it a very important point.
So Arte hadn't yet seized everything in Korea.
'But the progress has gone quite far.'
I pressed the guys a bit more, but their interests and mine were very different.
So I stated exactly what I wanted to know.
"Who is the one actually operating Arte?"
At my question, everyone closed their mouths. It must be the information they most wanted to hide.
"If we tell that, we'll die."
Tung!
I pierced the guy's throat.
He was the prosecutor.
"If you don't tell, you die right here."
Dense killing intent extended again, blocking even the guys' breathing.
When the guys' faces turned red, and they sent desperate looks, I withdrew the killing intent.
"Ch-Chinese! Wang Sa-baek..."
It was a name I'd already heard.
Chinese Wang Sa-baek, who brought in Wi Jeok-cheon.
He was managing even Korea's Arte.
'In the end, he's someone I have to meet.'
I obtained all the information I wanted. Now it was time for a cleanup.
Tung! Tung! Tung! Tung!
Energy waves flew consecutively.
The guys who had been sending desperate looks collapsed, spraying blood with those expressions intact.
Only two guys survived.
Han Min-cheol, who gathered them here, and the watcher.
I made eye contact with Han Min-cheol and said,
"Whether these guys' families will be safe depends on you. Of course, including your family too."
Of course, I had no intention of touching their families. That wasn't my way.
But these words would be the force that moves Han Min-cheol.
"I-I'll do anything."
"You'll have to. Then start with cleaning up here. Make sure no other stories come out. And Arte stops all activities from today. Otherwise, you'll see me again."
I shouldered the watcher whose blood points were pressed and left the room.
"Wh-what are you going to do with me?"
The watcher guy asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm going to throw you away. To the Witch."
I pulled out my ring and created a teleport magic circle.