Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: No Wonder This Shitty Country's Fucked
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No wonder this shitty country's fucked.
The punks swarming through downtown causing a scene weren't actually a gang.
Just local delinquents.
But when the real gang, Lucas's crew, showed up, they were shaking in their boots.
"P-Please... spare me..."
The cold touch of the gun barrel against his temple made the delinquent's legs tremble uncontrollably.
Lucas glanced at Ji-hoon, who silently shook his head.
Lucas nudged the gun forward slightly, forcing the guy back into his chair.
"This is Hell's Angels territory. And you're out here causing trouble?"
As Lucas's eyes hardened, the men could barely breathe.
That's when Ji-hoon stepped in to defuse things.
"Come on, Lucas. Enough."
Ji-hoon looked at the delinquents and spoke kindly, as usual.
"So... you gonna pay up?"
At that, the men frantically dug into their pockets and pulled out cash.
Ji-hoon smiled in satisfaction and guided them to the counter.
Once they'd paid, the delinquents bolted out of the shop like their asses were on fire.
With the commotion over, Ji-hoon scanned the dining area. Lucas was already back at his usual spot.
Ji-hoon shuddered for a moment, remembering the man's real line of work.
'America's still America, huh.'
"Been a while, Lucas."
"Ji-hoon... I thought that rice wine was gonna kill me for a few days."
Lucas's face looked even more gaunt than a few days ago.
"Hell, I thought you'd poisoned it to assassinate me. Hahaha!"
"Haha, I told you to drink in moderation. You have any idea how much trouble it was cleaning up your puke?"
"Sorry, sorry. I took your warning too lightly."
"Tsk tsk. Stomach feeling better?"
Lucas nodded at Ji-hoon's question.
"Still some aftereffects... but I think I'm good now."
"Alright, then I'll hook you up with something warm. Gotta soothe the gut and sweat it out for real recovery. Three of you, so whole chicken soup—sound good?"
"Perfect. Need to recharge my energy."
Ji-hoon served up a hearty spread of steaming whole chicken soup.
They dug into knife-cut noodles and even polished off the porridge, sweat pouring down their foreheads.
"Ahh... perfect. Feels like a sauna."
When Ji-hoon brought over cool sweet rice punch, Lucas asked,
"Heard you're expanding soon? How long's it gonna take?"
"Hmm... about a month, I guess?"
"Where am I supposed to eat for a month...? Can't handle greasy stuff anymore. My tastes have changed."
"Haha, no helping it. Gotta recharge during the break and handle some business. Cut me some slack."
"Well... bigger place means my family can come in groups. Too cramped for us before—might have to do some team dinners here. You take group reservations?"
"Of course. Always welcome. Just give me a heads-up, and I'll prep specials not on the menu."
"For real? Haha! Your service is always top-notch, Ji-hoon."
Lucas grinned in satisfaction.
Considering the help today, that level of service was a given, Ji-hoon figured.
"Yeah, Lucas. Bring all your buddies and help me make bank. Interior cost a fortune."
"What? Hahaha!"
Lucas finished his satisfying meal and headed out.
Outside, he murmured to his subordinate.
"Philip."
"Yeah, boss."
"Tell the local punks not to pull any shit here again. If they're caught once more, say we'll put a hole in their heads."
"Got it."
Lucas was genuinely hooked on this place called Babsang—and its owner, Ji-hoon.
The ever-peaceful Stock Gallery.
The modern Colosseum, where men and women brawled daily.
That afternoon, a post went up.
It had been a full year since his saga stopped.
As the forgotten Loser Male's welfare check post surfaced, the gallery denizens piled on comments like they'd been waiting.
The Stock Gallery users banded together to bump the welfare check post to featured status.
But the 'Loser Male' they sought never commented.
And that night.
One post shattered the gallery's silence.
It was Loser Male's return.
His bombshell update flooded the comments instantly.
The gallery exploded.
His return reignited the dormant Colosseum.
Squawk squawk~ Fake!~ Chirp chirp tweet tweet! Chirp chirp chirp chirp!
Anonymous communities had one ancient tradition.
When a story unfavorable to someone—especially a certain group—popped up, they'd scream 'fake' first.
Loser Male's shocking asset split case was no different.
A verdict defying common sense.
Whenever such tales emerged, resident women inevitably started the fake brigade.
The funny part? They never logically refuted.
Just parroted one line like birds.
"Yeah~ No proof? Fake~"
Dumping all burden of proof on the poster.
Why?
Prelude to Korea's grand tradition: the doxxing trap.
They demand 'proof' to boost credibility.
But their real goal? Not truth—just piling on the target.
No proof?
"See? Fake. lol"
Easy win, poster branded lying retard.
Proof provided with effort?
That's when real doxxing kicks off.
They nitpick tiniest gaps in proof to dox the poster's real life.
Then enshrine and roast them in the community.
The infamous 'goroshi' begins.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't—a total shit structure.
The hordes of 'fake parrots' on Loser Male's post were mere opening salvos for this.
His past was etched online.
Just type 'Loser Male' in Stock Gallery search, and his history spilled out.
Then at some point, he flipped completely.
From 'marry parrot' to 'don't marry parrot'—his dramatic arc.
Stock Gallery users weren't missing that.
One user compiled his post titles chronologically into screenshots and posted them.
It rocketed to featured on explosive upvotes.
The comments became a festival mourning his tragedy.
Once everyone's Hate Nick punching bag.
Now, he'd become a legend who'd proven Stock Gallery theory with his life.
Ji-hoon pulled out the complaint from the consul recently.
He blacked out his name, address, case number—anything identifying—with a pen.
Stuck a Post-it: 'Stock Gal Loser Male'.
Snapped a photo with his phone.
Of course, added date and time five minutes later.
The complaint clearly showed 'Asset Division Enforcement Lawsuit', partial plaintiff and defendant addresses.
Undeniable court order for asset split compliance.
That night, Ji-hoon posted the pic to Stock Gallery with a short caption.
Tacking 'Don't get married, you guys' to every post had become his signature.
His proof was kindling tossed on dry tinder.
The post skyrocketed to featured on furious upvotes.
Ji-hoon himself replied to that one.
The gallery went wild again at his reply.
But the women turned vicious beyond compare.
Curses and insults poured.
Channeling old 'NoNoJapan' vibes, they framed Ji-hoon as a 'traitor who ditched the country'.
Cue the Stock Gallery counterattack.
The comments became an endless battlefield Colosseum.
And that day marked the official listing in Stock Gallery of a new escape route from unfair asset splits.
Meanwhile, Ji-hoon posted his bait and immediately grabbed popcorn and a cold canned beer, plopping at the PC.
On screen, the fire he'd lit raged.
Men sharply critiquing marriage flaws.
Women desperately defending the system favoring them.
Watching them fight tooth and nail, Ji-hoon nodded instinctively.
Munching popcorn, he muttered,
"Kya~ Fighting good."
This was Ji-hoon's style.
Toss bait sparking a fight, then watch them tear into each other.
The essence of trolling.
Trolling after so long was pure nectar.
"No wonder this shitty country's fucked."
Why Ji-hoon could leisurely troll the gallery?
Babsang was entering remodel.
A month's forced vacation. No better playground for him.