Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: qpr1_User
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"But I've never seen you before. What's your name?"
"Liu Tie."
"Hmm."
We were heading back underground with my Black Society friends in tow.
Following the path Camellia Flower had guided us through, we boarded the elevator and plunged deep below. On a whim, I asked the Black Society member's name out of curiosity, and what came out was... not at all what I'd imagined.
Judging by her looks and outfit, she seemed more like someone who'd work a brothel or a bar, offering her body for sale.
She was ridiculously tall too, so she probably had decent demand. But Liu Tie...?
"Mandarin? Yanbian? Macau?"
"Macau."
Oh ho, from Macau, huh.
No wonder she didn't quite match that typical Mandarin vibe.
There was a reason she carried that decadent, flashy, seductive Macau aura.
"Then what about that big guy?"
A Macau woman in the Black Society was a bit surprising, but only up to a point. The Black Society was China's largest crime syndicate, so naturally it included all sorts—Hong Kong, Taiwan, Macau, Yanbian Koreans, Manchurian ethnic Koreans, you name it.
"Zhao Gang's Mandarin."
"Got it."
So the big lug was from the mainland.
"A Mandarin and a Macau girl teaming up? Wild."
Mainland Black Society types had a habit—no, more than a habit, a strong tendency—of looking down on folks from elsewhere like Taiwan, Yanbian, Macau, or Hong Kong.
They were indoctrinated with a unified-China, Chinese nationalist ideology—an entirely different breed from Korean gangsters. To them, Koreans, ethnic Koreans, Taiwanese, Macanese, and Hong Kongers were all the same lowlife.
For a Mandarin guy and a Macau girl, a woman no less, to get along like that...
"You two dating or something?"
"Say that crap one more time, and I'll crush your head next year and scatter it across the entire South China Sea."
Hmm, guess not.
"Too bad."
The sight of the Black Society crew grunting and heaving that massive body was comical, and the beauty sighing deeply as she watched was straight-up spectacular.
...I'd been pretty tall back when I had a guy's body.
"Anyway, aren't you Hadal's admin kinda c—"
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Weapon Transformation (A) Desert Eagle → Remington 870
Ka-chunk—
"Say cute and you're dead."
"...I'll be careful."
Shotguns really are the ultimate conversation tool. Even taming a fierce Macau woman like her was a breeze. Yup, yup.
"Anyway, what's your name, admin?"
"Call me Tree Tree."
"...Tree Tree?"
"Yeah."
I'd said from the start I wasn't an admin, right?
I was deeply involved with Hadal, sure, but it was strictly business. Not like I belonged to them.
And Hadal wasn't some organization like the Black Society or Yakuza.
It was more like a bunch of galleries and communities on the surface—except this one was the dark web hunter gallery. Hadal was its name, Camellia Flower one of its operators, and me just a loyal customer.
That was my relationship with Hadal.
"I see."
"So why'd you guys come all the way to this shitty little peninsula in the Far East? Black Society folks didn't buy jack."
"Boss said go, so no choice."
Huh? Boss?
The Black Society boss was a massive deal. Problem was, my client list didn't have anyone like that...
"What'd the boss buy?"
"Something..."
Liu Tie pondered, stroking her chin at my question.
Once she'd thought it over, she nodded and slowly parted those beautiful... lips.
And what spilled out was shocking—like "delicious British food" levels of absurd.
"Yeah. She said she bought the corpse of a hunter called Sword Princess."
I mean, British food being tasty? Fucking impossible.
The Black Society—better known here as the Triads—was different from the actual Triads.
Triads operated around Hong Kong and Macau scale, but Black Society spanned the entire Chinese mainland.
Triads were just a splinter faction; Black Society was the overlord of all China's crime orgs.
So their boss? Obviously a shadowy titan.
On par with Yakuza oyabun or Mafia godfathers...
"...Bought Sword Princess's corpse?"
The only Sword Princess I knew... was one person.
And the one who bought her body... only one. No way I wouldn't know—I'd been cackling about it in the gallery just minutes ago.
But please, god, not that person. Not that crazy bitch as Black Society boss. Don't bullshit me.
"Lemme check... our boss's nickname..."
No, seriously, no. Don't do it. It's not her.
"qpr1_User."
"Fuck my mom, you goddamn bitch."
The overlord of China's massive crime syndicate that swallowed the whole mainland was actually a corpse-fucking lesbian drug-addicted humiliation play master?
Wow.
Screeech—
"? Admin, not getting off?"
"Yeah... gotta go down."
While I sorted my thoughts, the elevator had already stopped at the deepest basement.
The Black Society crew dragged the huge corpse with grunts, Liu Tie following behind...
"So."
The woman who'd been flirting with me moments ago... was the Black Society boss?
Human trafficking, prostitution, kidnapping, contract kills, torture, arson, looting, bribes, lobbying—all the dirty shit under the sun, and she was the head of China's biggest crime org...
Haa.
"No wonder so many women who went to China lately vanished."
Probably all got railed.
...
Rest in peace to the departed.
For everyone turned into sex toys by that lunatic who makes something out of nothing and fucks it.
Amen.
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"H-heeek... R-right now, I'm, uh, writing, writing a post..."
"Write faster."
Bam—!
"..."
Sob, sniffle, sob...
"M-Mom... I miss Mom..."
Dark iron bars. Inside, a single glowing computer.
And a woman seated before it, sobbing uncontrollably.
"F-For real... I, I really... Mom, Mom, I miss you so much. Ah, aaah..."
Revealing clothes, seductive legs and jewelry.
But a face utterly mismatched—pure misery.
Somewhere in China. In the pitch-black back alleys, Koreans, Japanese, Taiwanese, Russians—regardless.
Dozens, hundreds bartered their lives to scrape by another day.
Beneath the Black Society's building, under the brightest light there.
Today too, someone was ending their own life.
Weeping softly as they browsed SNS and communities beyond, savoring ordinary folks' posts.
Gazing toward Gensokyo.