Chapter 124: Ha Eun-young (Seo Eun-mi)
Noise erupted from all directions. The shouts of vendors hawking their wares and the clamor of the marketplace pounded into my ears. When the wind blew, the briny stench of seafood mixed in the air, and people often pinched their noses. Thwack. Crunch. Even in this bustling fish market, the outskirts were quiet.
A woman silently slicing sashimi in a spot where no eyes could reach had eyes a bit too sharp for a simple raw fish restaurant owner. Maybe that was why business was nonexistent. As evening fell and she prepared to close up, that's exactly when the uninvited guests arrived.
Creak! Slam!
"…?"
Rough-looking thugs burst through the door. There were about a dozen of them, and none looked like upstanding citizens. The owner sighed inwardly. She'd chosen the most remote spot to avoid customers, but they still showed up sometimes. And among them, packs of lowlifes like this came all too often.
She endured it each time, thinking of it as stepping in shit, but occasionally reality hit hard.
"This the famous Nampho sashimi joint?"
"Boss, let's grab some raw fish."
They grabbed seats and ordered sashimi. At first, they ate quietly without issue. But that changed when one guy suddenly yelled and stood up.
"Ow?!"
The thugs' eyes—and the restaurant owner's, Seo Eun-mi's mom—snapped to him.
"This has parasites in it!"
"Pardon?"
"Here too!"
"No, there's a fly on this one!!"
Complaints piled up. They all stood as a group, protesting. The protest quickly turned to chaos—they flipped tables, smashed furniture, pure vandalism.
In a place like Incheon, the owner would've grabbed a shotgun and blasted them. But this was peaceful Nampho. Seo Eun-mi's mom trembled, clutching her sashimi knife, shrinking back.
"Wh-why are you doing this…!"
"You asking 'cause you don't know??!"
Crack! A chair the thug kicked toppled and splintered grotesquely.
"…."
Her eyes chilled slightly. Thinking of cleaning up and repairing made her blood boil.
"You can't run a business like this! How do you manage your fish to let parasites through?!"
The thugs rampaged gleefully. It was their assigned job. The absurdity? Parasites actually showed up, giving them perfect cover.
"Hey, auntie. If you're gonna do it like this, maybe pack it up. Huh?"
One gangster approached. Seo Eun-mi's mom pleaded in fear—don't come closer, I'll call the cops—but that only egged them on. They grabbed at her, groped her sexually, even tried ripping her clothes.
"Kyaaack…!"
"Auntie, how old are you? You're pretty hot."
One particularly sleazy bastard clung persistently.
'These fuckers…!'
This wasn't passing peacefully. If it were mission-related defilement or death, she'd take it honorably. But getting wrecked by random punks? No thanks.
Her terrified expression hardened instantly. She twisted the hand groping her waist, snapped it back, and slammed him to the floor.
Bang!
"?"
Follow-up: she grabbed the fallen sashimi knife and slashed the writhing thug's throat.
Slice! It cut clean. He gurgled blood, dead before screaming.
"Wh-what the??"
Body disposal was a hassle, but once force was used, it was kill-or-be-killed. As enemies panicked, she charged. Knee to the gut of the nearest, then precise stabs to abdomen, heart, throat.
"Gurk, guh?!"
Impossible to block. They flailed arms in defense, but she slipped through gaps, stabbing relentlessly. A burly man crumpled in seconds.
"Wh-what the hell is this bitch??!"
"G-get weapons!!"
"Fuck!"
A punk drew a small knife and lunged. His form was amateurish. She dodged reflexively, slashed the artery in his knife hand with sashimi blade.
Gush! Elbow, armpit—slash and stab. Then side, heart, both neck tendons in rapid succession. So fast, eyes couldn't track.
He collapsed dead. The men, sensing danger, stepped back sweating.
"Y-you, who the fuck are you?!"
"Shouldn't I be asking? Why shit up a peaceful place."
She vanished. Not metaphorically—physically. Invisible to the eye.
"What?"
Gush! One man crumpled. For a split second, her form flickered, then gone.
"I-implants too???"
Not Incheon—why a monster like this in a quiet fish market? They'd brought rookies thinking it easy; now it was disaster.
"Fuck this!"
Guns drawn. They'd avoided them to prevent stray shots escalating, but no choice.
But the wrist holding the gun sliced clean off.
"Aaaagh!!"
Followed by a flurry of cuts. Was she filleting sashimi? She stabbed and slashed everywhere. Blood-soaked, she emerged like the Grim Reaper.
"Y'know? Only shoot if you're ready to get shot."
"Wha."
She'd snatched his gun somehow, aimed between eyes, pulled trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
His forehead exploded; he flew back.
"Soundproofing here's top-notch, so don't worry about me."
Baekseol watched silently as the woman handled the bodies. She'd invisible-cloaked and slipped in when the thugs opened the door.
'No way that's a regular sashimi shop owner's moves. At least a decade of brutal training—warrior level.'
Baekseol recorded the whole fight with Seo Eun-mi's mom and sent it straight to Sua.
"Serve people sashimi here too?"
"!!!"
The agent freaked at the sudden voice, assuming combat stance. Too late—Baekseol's fist connected.
Thwack!
The agent dropped in one hit.
+++
Evening slipped into night. I lounged on the massive bed, secretaries flanking me, getting a naked report from Seung-hee. Nothing fancy—just her reporting buck-naked. No regular clothes, no underwear, full nude.
"Tried scheduling for two weeks out, but Chief Prosecutor Jong Jin-hyuk refused, citing busyness."
"…That guy's got some big backing or what? Why so stiff."
"Seems he's riding high early in his post. Plus, bad rumors swirling internally at the Supreme Prosecutors' Office. Probably figures now's not the time for a meet with Master."
"What rumors?"
"Ex-chief prosecutor died sucking Goryeo Group's ass."
"Ah."
When I stormed Incheon's Supreme Prosecutors' Office before, I'd dogged that chief. Bad luck—his underlings saw. Word spread, birthing the rumor.
"Strutting needlessly."
Dazed, I groped the secretaries' tits freely.
"Fine. Skip the appointment. I'll just drop by in two weeks."
"…Understood."
"Try acting gentlemanly, they won't play ball. Gotta go full scoundrel to get heard."
Seung-hee continued: Goryeo Entertainment's quarterly projections, Nokono-go HQ merger progress, second auditions, Namdong Industrial Complex land buys.
"That's all. Now pussy report."
"…Yes, Master."
Final item: pussy report. Ra Seung-hee set down papers, climbed onto the bed. Straddled me—
Knock knock.
"My lord. Baekseol."
Baekseol at this timing. Sent to assist Sua; her return meant something big.
"Come in."
Baekseol entered as Ra Seung-hee perfectly timed swallowing my cock with her pussy.
"Ngh…! Hnngh."
"Uh. What’s up…. What the hell is that?"
Baekseol dragged in a passed-out woman. Older, but pretty. Not quite fuckable though….
"Seo Eun-mi's mom. Strongly suspected NIS agent."
"Oh."