67. Gold Lion TV - Justice Implementation: Judgment on Internet Broadcasting's Eel, BJ Eokgang (Jang Ji-un)

Justice Implementation doesn't provide specific methods for dealing with targets. How I roast and fry them is entirely up to my judgment.

So, I don't necessarily need to borrow the power of the judiciary for criminal punishment. As long as I can make them crash and burn somehow, that should be fine, right?

In that case, it's a piece of cake. Unlock their phone number and weaknesses on the Black Market, and it's done in a snap.

The Hacking Tool has gone through tons of upgrades by now, and I've got all sorts of handy apps, so it's like lying down and eating rice cakes.

'Might as well grind that cocky bastard into the dirt so he can never make a comeback.'

Quick and decisive. No reason to hesitate.

I unlock the phone number and check his weakness.

The weakness unlocks for a measly ten thousand won, but from experience, these things usually pop up in the most ridiculous places.

This time, it's, "......A photo?"

A picture of Jang Ji-un and some woman smiling sweetly together. They're pressed close, grinning ear to ear. Jang Ji-un still looks disgustingly ugly, while the woman next to him is fresh and pretty.

It's a half-body shot, so I can't tell her exact height, but she seems pretty tall, dressed in a stylish outfit. Nothing else stands out.

Probably a girlfriend he bought with money or a photo with a newbie BJ, I guess.

Why is this a weakness? Puzzled, but there's an explanation attached below, so I read it.

My eyes narrow slightly, then widen in shock. It's like watching an F1 race, my gaze flicking left and right.

Fuck, are these really siblings? Did they genetically engineer it, or swap heads like that rice cake guy?

It's not just uneven genes—there's not a single resemblance. They're total opposites, and the sister even looks taller relatively.

The photo title would fit a paid couple better than siblings.

...A miracle? 0.01% probability. Like hitting the jackpot on a one-in-a-million gacha pull.

Of course, compared to my girlfriends, she's a duck next to swans, but next to that bear bun, she's a fairy goddess.

Maybe her parents were religious or bought lottery tickets when she was born.

"Okay, got it—she's a miraculously pretty little sister... but why is the sister his weakness?"

Because she's hot, should I just fuck her like always and humiliate him? That's my usual MO, but I shake my head.

Doesn't seem that simple. Sure, it'd be petty revenge, but messing with the sister alone won't lead to Jang Ji-un's total ruin.

The sweet photo suggests a close bond, but it won't hit hard enough.

Need to go one step further. No, to call it ruin, I need to smash him big time.

I use the Black Market to hack Jang Ji-un's phone number.

Thanks to updates, successful hacks now let me snoop through the contacts or invade the photo gallery.

Think of it as full control with the same privileges as the owner.

I start with the photo gallery, the surefire spot for damning evidence.

"......Nothing much?"

I expected a flood of shady illegal shit from a guy who's committed tons of crimes, but surprisingly, nada.

Just selfies with young women—certification shots, face pics. No sleazy stuff.

No password-protected folders either, like he's totally above board.

'Looks sloppy on the outside, but surprisingly cautious, huh.'

Nothing useful, so I check the contacts.

Spot something usable: Jang Cheong-ah.

<Jang Cheong-ah♥>

'Why the pukeworthy heart between siblings...?'

Nothing salvageable on Jang Ji-un's phone, so time to pay a visit to hers.

"Uncle, time for a little chat with your sister~"

Of course, Yes.

***

BJ Eokgang's personal broadcast. It's been a while since he went solo at a street food stall, grilling shellfish snacks and doing a booze mukbang without any women.

Boring, but good for occasional rants.

"You guys eating too? Cheers, let's drink~"

He clinks his glass to the camera lens and chugs.

Then he gripes about the world this way and that. Slams baseball players, rambles about politics.

A thoroughly drunk uncle spouting mundane crap, yet 1,872 viewers tuning in. Proof of his solid fanbase.

A perfect hot topic for the spicy booze session. He downs another shot with full swagger and replies.

"Psh, my haters? A dime a dozen. Concept or not, haters gonna hate. Don't sweat it, guys."

Looks like a casual breather corner, but it's all calculated. Drop these "sincere" broadcasts occasionally, and viewers mistake it for authenticity.

They think you're spilling your guts, so toss in some drunken truths, and they buy it hook, line, and sinker.

BJ Eokgang's been diluting his image by selling sympathy like this. Sweeping scandals big and small under the rug with emotional appeals.

He's been running his channel with sneaky smarts.

The annoying question pops up, and Jang Ji-un fiddles with his phone.

"Guys, I get the love~, but she's studying hard at school. Can't burden the kid already, right?"

"Hey hey, focus on my stream. Don't derail, or I'll chat ban."

Whenever sis gets mentioned on stream, he hurriedly changes the subject. For good reason.

'Those old farts, eyeing Cheong-ah with lecherous stares?'

Ridiculously, Jang Ji-un knows exactly what his viewers are. Perverted fucks who only see tits and ass when women appear, fitting his stream concept.

Lots of 30-something uncles getting vicarious thrills through his prematurely aged avatar.

He knows it, so he guards her.

His cute sis, 8 years younger. He's sold his dignity and conscience on stream, but he has to protect his sister no matter what.

A host covered in pretense, viewers covered in pretense.

*

Couldn't dig up dirt from Jang Cheong-ah's phone. But it was a chance to track her every move.

Scanned photos and SNS—figured out her university, her hangouts.

In one word: typical college girl who loves playing around. Posts pointless crap on SNS as proof of her vibrant youth, craves attention.

Collects likes with bold exposures, pulls aggro with videos of luxury splurges and tantrums at stores.

Deep down, just like her bro. Communities say she's appeared on his stream a bit, but Jang Ji-un hates media exposure and cuts/edits her out.

Ruins other women's lives inviting them on stream, but family is precious, huh.

Anyway, seeing their tight bond, Jang Cheong-ah is definitely the key to judging Jang Ji-un.

Know her type now, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she'll react to this event for sure.

"Oh, spotted another pretty lady!"

Not regular-guy Chae Seon-woo, but Gold Lion Chae Seon-woo in helmet mode. Pretends to stumble upon Jang Cheong-ah wandering university street mid-hunt stream.

Thirsty for attention, her outfit's on point. High-waist mini-skirt hugging tight, white shirt with blonde woman print. Skirt so short a breeze shows panties; long-sleeve shirt cropped airy, wind or raised arms might flash bra.

Heels a given, bare legs in midwinter flaunting stems. Tiny bag on armpit.

First impression: easy.

Per my hunting experience, the flashier the exposure, the quicker they fall—like those delinquents before.

Standing side-by-side with friend on crowded street, slurping takeout coffee, she squints at my mask.

"What?"

"Ah, hunting stream, looking for pretty ladies. Think I just found one."

Skip bullshit lies, straight talk. Admit it's hunting, friend slyly steps out of frame; Jang Cheong-ah smirks casually.

"Put the phone away? Friend's uncomfortable."

"No worries. Mosaic filter covers faces."

"......What?"

Show her the feed. Her face pixellated. Suspicious, she close-ups my selfie stick phone—mosaic confirmed.

Wary expression. First time seeing this tech, but it checks out.

"...Wow, this function exists?"

"Wanna see something cooler?"

"Huh?"

"Magic trick: send a photo with my heart to a beauty I just met. One, two, three!"

Mimic magician gestures, pretend to infuse her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bag. It buzzes; she checks text, gasps.

"Whoa, rose pic! How?!"

"Anything's possible with sincerity."

"Whoa, for real insane. Hey, come check this!"

"...What? Staged?"

"Swear! Unknown number."

Wary friend joins the fuss. Magic to them, but I hacked her phone—prepped text sent easy.

From there, shower her with flirty hype lines. Smooth talk from hunt experience melts the mood friendly.

But suggest going all-in to the motel? Face flips.

"Fun guy, but that's a bit..."

External exposure worries her, politely declines. Common reaction, I've seen tons.

But I won't let go. Usually more clowning wins 'em, but for speed, drop the deal.

"Cooperate, 5 mil appearance fee. Unsatisfied? Add 3 mil more. Call it?"

Stream off, away from friend, whisper offer.

Eyes change at the sum.

"Paying? ...And that much at once?"

"Entertainer perk. Standard fee plus extra 'cause I like you. Viral potential. Pass if no, say now."

Money works 8/10 when direct fails. Her SNS screams luxury lover. College kid rarely touches this cash even with allowance.

Realistic number hooks her. Fingers fidget, undecided.

No signal, so I move first.

"Get it. Spot awkward? We pass."

"W-Wait...!"

Hesitant Jang Cheong-ah glances at friend, whispers hot-faced.

".........Identity protected, right?"

Bingo♬

"Yeah, you saw. 100% safe."

"You guarantee?"

"Magic-sent number too. No incidents ever. Anxious? Prepay 5 mil."

"Mm... that convincing..."

"Hey, for real?"

Friend ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sneaks close. Eavesdropping from afar.

Jang Cheong-ah snorts at stunned stare.

"Fine. It's entertainment stream."

"Serious? Straight-up whoring for cash."

Blunt callout, she scoffs.

"Oppa said he's an actor? Just life experience event. Pro stream, no accidents, actors involved—what's the biggie."

"Flowers in your hair? Just greedy for cash. What if your bro finds out?"

"Ugh seriously... Bro doesn't care."

Bro mention sours her face. Loves him but sick of his nagging.

Greed wins, friend backs off defeated.

"......Fine, do you. I'm heading home."

"Yeah. Bye."

Casual send-off. Friend's sharp, truly cares. Wild contrast to this girl.

Anyway, smooth for me.

"Shall we move?"

"Yes!"

Walk street arm-in-arm perfect height, head to nearby motel.

Alright, opening shot: taste the sis this old fart babies.

Smack lips under mask.

Eel hunt begins.

+++

'Ah fucker won't quit aggro even after I said stop.'

Changed topic, but chat drops blue link.

Click to kick annoying viewer, but fat finger hits link instead.

Link: single photo upload. Not front, back view.

Too familiar back silhouette arm over Gold Lion mask. Daily sight at home.

Snapped in front of some motel.

..........What?

Live stream, face heats like a kettle.