As Planned
Even after hearing the situation from Gomuyeol, Gominyoung couldn't just let it slide. After all, it was a fact that he'd headed toward the most dangerous spot in Incheon. And it wasn't just risky—it was a place where a massive battle could erupt at any moment. Leaving her beloved nephew—her husband(?), really—in a spot like that without protection? Unthinkable.
"Perfect timing. It was passing near Incheon anyway."
For the thorough protection of the group's interests, "that thing" was always patrolling the entire country incognito. Though it wasn't public knowledge yet, it was set to be revealed soon enough, and the Korean government already knew about it, so dropping it now wouldn't cause any real issues. Plus, with Gomuyeol mobilizing 15 knights (Pacific Night) for the Namdong Industrial Complex redevelopment plan, they already figured the Goryeo Group was deeply involved. Tossing in one more thing wouldn't raise eyebrows.
Why not go all out, then? It'd secure Gomuyeol's safety and boost the group's image to boot.
"Just don't get hurt, okay?"
I kicked the charging fatty like a zombie. Pure reflex. The bitch looked so punchable, I couldn't help it.
"Shut your fucking trap, you cunt."
But looking closer, it was the district head I was planning to beat down anyway. No reason to hold back.
"Gwehk!!"
The district head let out a scream matching his ugly mug and tumbled backward. The avenue had a slope—AV street, you know? Kicked while climbing it, he rolled ass-over-end downhill.
"D-District Head!!"
"Wh-Who the hell are you—"
I smashed the shin of a bodyguard rushing in shock. He crumpled with a yelp. Oh. Nice one. Probably panicked over the district head and couldn't dodge, but taking out a pro like that? Solid win.
"Protect!"
A beat late, my secretaries surged out and neutralized the bodyguards. Baekseol the knight was handling the district head's institutional knights. No point chewing her out for being slow—I'd bolted first, blocking the entrance so they couldn't follow. Protocol was secretaries first, then me. But I'd ignored that shit...
Whatever. Water under the bridge now.
"Wh-What?"
"What's going on?"
"Did that guy just beat the district head?"
"Who the hell is he??"
In the murmuring crowd, my secretaries deliberately widened the gap between me and the district head. The filthy toad on the ground—smeared in grime from rolling—gurgled as he struggled up. I charged and slammed my foot into his flabby jowls.
"Gaaahk!!"
He rolled once more with an ear-grating screech. Too heavy to fly; my toes throbbed.
"Wh-Who the fu-fu-fuck are yoooouuu!!!"
"Me, you fucking prick."
I kept pounding. All my stress and rage massaged into every inch of him.
"How dare you stick your spoon in my business!!"
Beat him till he was bloody. He must've built immunity from the thrashing—got up howling "Gwahaaak!"
"You! You little sh-shit—"
"Don't show your face!"
"Gwehk!"
I slapped his cheek hard. So thick, my wrist nearly twisted. How much blubber in those jowls and neck?
"Fuck."
District head down again. I shrugged off my jacket, handed it to a secretary, and snatched her wristwatch for my right hand.
"Guh... guhrrk... Anyone! Somebody heeelp?!?"
Bloody district head thrashed, calling for his guards. I strode to the trembling toad, scanning around, and smashed his cheek with the watch-clutched fist.
Splat! Saw a few teeth scatter.
"Kek, wh-why, whyyy... ughk,"
"Don't know why? Then take more."
A few more slaps. Eventually, teeth gone, blood pouring from his mouth.
"Fuck. Gross."
Stress gone, nausea hit. Didn't want to touch that body anymore. Backed off quick.
"Gwek."
Flopped like roadkill, twitching pathetically now and then.
"Ow, my hand hurts. Why's it so damn tough?"
"Thick ones always hurt a bit."
Im Sua brought water, poured it. Washed my hands—knuckles skinned, bones protruding bloody, even bruising around. Hurt like hell late.
But felt good. People gotta get their payback to live right.
"Master, your clothes."
"Huh? Oh."
Head clearing, I scanned around. My outfit first. Jacket off midway, but vest and shirt splattered with what I figured was toad blood.
"Ugh."
Not some beauty's blood—toad blood? Unforgivable.
"Get me new clothes."
"Yes."
While secretaries fetched, I stripped vest and shirt, tossed at the still-twitching toad.
"Sell it for compensation. Add extra."
Then pants off. Cool air chilled bare skin, but secretaries dressed me quick.
"Cigarette."
"Yes."
Secretary lit one for me. Sizzle. Inhale deep, familiar smoke.
"Hoo."
Crystal clear now. Puffed, swept back messy hair. Glanced around—dead silent. Huge crowd, all staring at me and the district head in shock, no chatter.
"Master, the district head's speech was live."
"Oh yeah? Live broadcast?"
Makes sense. Who records this crap? But do people even watch district head streams? That nerdy chief of staff who stole my trainee only got like 30k views on his exposé.
"Yes. Across all media channels, about 110k viewers."
"Damn. That's a lot."
"It's climbing now. Stimulating situation."
"Figures."
"Block it all?"
Link with Prestige, handle like last time. Cut live feeds, nuke devices that watched, factory reset any uploading vids. Hammer till info sinks.
But...
Worth it? This stage was prime.
"Nah. Let it ride."
I dug my ear, climbed the podium. Reporters snapped alert, gripped phones and cams. Swept eyes over the buzzing swarm, stubbed cig on podium.
"A disgusting toad caused a brief commotion."
"…!"
"This success comes from me, Gomuyeol, CEO of Goryeo Entertainment, our group, the police commission always grinding away, and the special prosecutors. Oh, and the Public Safety Committee and Assemblywoman Kim Eunji. All together."
Shoutout to my key players, pointed at the dying toad.
"That bitch blocked me nonstop. I said I'd rebuild this land with our group's power and you citizens'. But all she did was nitpick and obstruct. Now that it's happening, she shows up claiming credit? Couldn't stand it."
Lit another cig. Shit, wasted the last one? No lighter anyway—secretaries always handled it. She hesitated, then hurried up at my glance. Waved her off, tossed cig on ground.
"Anyway, don't elect trash like that next time. Use some judgment. And today's op—"
Then it hit. Sky thundering like doom.
"…?"
I looked up instinctively. Everyone did. Freaky shit unfolding overhead.
Fuck. What the hell.
Something materialized dead center sky. Massive, heavy. Shaped like a sci-fi mothership, building-sized. As it appeared, it spewed somethings everywhere. Hard to see from altitude—drones? Mechs? Something.
Why the fuck now...
Whoa. No way—Auntie??
Insane weapon, only one handling this now: auntie.
Clapped. Eyes shifted from sky to me.
"Today's op has full Militaris support. Let's roll."