Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: 046. Vampire Detective
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“Uwaaaaaah!”
Crash!
The priceless orchid worth over 15 million won shattered on the floor.
Kim Chun-seok stomped on it with his shoe, then grabbed nearby objects and hurled them against the walls or slammed them onto the ground without stopping.
The TV exploded, computer parts flew everywhere. Items in the office were breaking one by one.
In one corner of the office, Jang Tae-jeon, Kim Chun-seok’s aide, stood silently watching the scene unfold.
Kim Chun-seok losing control and smashing things happened four or five times a year. Nothing unusual about it. But today’s destruction wouldn’t end here. The damages would probably exceed 200 million won.
An old guy who doesn’t even work out, but damn, he’s strong.
Jang Tae-jeon thought to himself as he quietly waited for the rage to subside.
About five minutes passed. Aside from the sofa, nothing in the office remained intact. The desk and bookshelves were smashed by the golf club, and the table in front of the sofa had one leg broken.
“……Jang, aide. That thieving bastard who stole my money… Jeokgwang, was it? Where’s that fucker now?”
“The police and the Black Cross are searching for him.”
“Searching? Fuck! I heard that shit this morning too! Useless bastards! Get the Baekjeon faction moving!”
The Baekjeon faction were the political thugs Kim Chun-seok favored. He always used them for dirty work. But right now, that wasn’t possible.
“Over half the Baekjeon faction members were killed this morning. With Han Kang-jun dead too, keeping them in line is difficult. On top of that, the police are watching the Baekjeon faction.”
Han Kang-jun. The vampire pureblood Kim Chun-seok had contracted with. He’d been assigned to guard the safe, but Jeokgwang killed him.
“Fuck! Ignore the police! You’re the boss—handle the leadership yourself!”
“That was years ago. I’m Representative Kim’s aide now. You know getting involved would only complicate things.”
No matter how powerful Kim Chun-seok was, with the police watching, he couldn’t openly commit crimes.
“Uwaaaaaah!”
Kim Chun-seok let out a scream-like yell and kicked at the table slumped in the corner.
Bzzz.
His smartphone vibrated. The aide pulled it from his pocket. As he read the message, his expression hardened seriously, then turned pale.
“R-Representative! We have to run! Now!”
“What? What the hell are you talking about all of a sudden?!”
“A video of you with sex workers has just leaked at Gwanghwamun!”
“Jang, aide. You joking with me right n—”
“See for yourself!”
Jang Tae-jeon shoved the phone forward. A famous video site was live-streaming Gwanghwamun.
It was Saturday evening. A rally demanding National Assemblyman Kim Pil-jung’s resignation was underway at Gwanghwamun, with over 30,000 people gathered. Anti-Japanese sentiment was at its peak, drawing this huge crowd.
At the center of the rally stood a massive screen. And on that screen—set up for the protest—the video of Kim Chun-seok receiving sexual favors from a girl idol group played. No mosaics whatsoever. Kim Chun-seok’s face and the idols’ faces were perfectly clear.
“Th-this is…”
-Stop. All of you, get on the bed. Just once. I need to taste each one.
-…….
-I’ve been stressed lately, but relieving it with your bodies really perks me up.
Kim Chun-seok’s voice boomed across Gwanghwamun.
Faced with this unbelievable reality, Kim Chun-seok felt dizzy and collapsed onto the sofa.
“…Tae-jeon. Is this a dream?”
Kim Chun-seok’s political career was over. His immense power was gone.
“It’s reality, sir. We have to run.”
“R-right! We gotta run!”
As Kim Chun-seok jumped up, the door burst open. Armed police stormed in.
They swiftly grabbed him and Jang Tae-jeon, cuffing them in seconds.
“You crazy fuckers! Do you know who I am?! I’m Kim Chun-seok! Let go! You wanna get fucked too?! Where the hell are you from?!”
Kim Chun-seok bellowed, but the police silently did their jobs.
Thud. Thud.
Someone walked in slowly.
“Long time no see. Sorry it’s under these circumstances. Assemblyman Kim Chun-seok… no, just Kim Chun-seok now.”
Jang Tae-jeon sighed upon seeing him. He was a National Intelligence Service agent with a grudge against Kim Chun-seok.
“Y-you little shit! Do you know who I—”
“Who? A heinous criminal. Still think you’re in power?”
He smirked, walked up to Kim Chun-seok, and met his eyes.
“Hey, Kim Chun-seok. A red clown just flipped South Korea upside down. Even the president can’t stop this. Hell, the president’s in danger too. To survive, he’ll have to kill everyone connected to you. You’re definitely rotting in prison for life.”
“Y-you…! Tae-jeon! What are you doing?! Kill these bastards!”
Kim Chun-seok screamed, face red. But Jang Tae-jeon closed his eyes.
“…Chun-seok. It’s already over.”
Over 30,000 citizens at Gwanghwamun had already seen the sex video. No covering it up.
???
“Haa…”
Moon Ji-hyuk sighed.
Jeokgwang Task Force.
A department of experts gathered to catch Jeokgwang. But in reality, no proper investigation was happening.
An invisible wall existed between the detectives and the Black Cross members dispatched there. To be precise, the Black Cross kept their distance. They had no intention of working together from the start.
I thought joining the task force would let me catch Jeokgwang…
This was even worse than being in the detective division. He tried to get along with the other detectives, but they didn’t seem interested in catching Jeokgwang. They treated it like a vacation, taking it easy.
…Jeokgwang feels like a criminal from another world entirely.
Chaos had erupted recently.
National Assemblyman Kim Chun-seok’s celebrity sex scandal video leaked. The original was publicly circulating on overseas sites, igniting public fury. On Sunday, hundreds of thousands gathered in front of Gwanghwamun for protests.
Government, police, citizens—all eyes on Kim Chun-seok. Jeokgwang got pushed aside.
But people aren’t fools.
Netizens had already deduced Jeokgwang hacked the Gwanghwamun screen. Not Jeokgwang himself, but a colleague who was a master hacker.
Evidence? The traffic light hack during his escape. Lights went haywire, thwarting police pursuit. No way multiple lights failed by chance—hacking was obvious.
Jeokgwang stole Kim Chun-seok’s slush funds? He’s still active. The Neowl Fitness Club targeted vampire hunters, and this time, it was the slush funds.
Fortunately, the Black Cross shared Jeokgwang-related info. Formal cooperation, at least.
Stealing money for operating funds? But did he need Jang Seong-min’s cash or Kim Chun-seok’s slush funds specifically?
With Jeokgwang’s abilities, he could rob anywhere. Yet he chose dirty money.
…Does he have a sense of justice?
No other explanation fit.
And online, some hailed Jeokgwang as a dark hero.
Jeokgwang will keep going. Stage might shift from Seoul to provinces. Need to predict his next move.
If justice-driven, crime syndicates would be targets.
And he’s hostile to vampire hunters.
Black Cross and crime syndicates.
Moon Ji-hyuk couldn’t touch the Black Cross. Messing with them risked exposing himself as a vampire.
Crime syndicates… The strongest in Seoul now is Tusung faction, right?
Moon Ji-hyuk stood up. In his view, vampire hunters and Tusung faction were Jeokgwang’s likeliest targets.
Tusung faction feels right. Team Leader Oh Jeong-jin said not to act on hunches alone… but right now, that’s all I’ve got.
He planned to dig into Tusung faction first.
???
I skimmed the barrage of articles and smirked.
“They’re pissed. Real pissed.”
Comments on the articles were nothing but Kim Chun-seok hate. With ironclad evidence, the insults flew freely.
“Netizens are digging up the female celebs who serviced him… and the prosecutors are finally drawing their swords this time.”
South Korea would stay noisy until Kim Chun-seok’s trial ended.
“Heh. Guess I’ll head to Yeonghyejeong.”
30 billion won in cash.
It was in Kim Chun-seok’s safe. I’d asked Gang Wook-seong to handle the artworks inside. He took a 40% cut, but I got it. Disposing of stolen art isn’t easy.
“Still, 120 billion. Heh heh heh.”
Total with the cash: 150 billion. I was rich.
“Spending 10 billion at Yeonghyejeong… what could I do? Nothing fresh comes to mind.”
???
“First, deal with these gold bars.”
Back in reality, I muttered at the pile of gold bars before me.
Each had markings: 99.9% purity, English text. Quick search said they were from a U.S. bank—real one, even here.
“Sell at a gold dealer? Let’s see… 65 million won each? Gold prices up again.”
I had 214 bars. Plan: sell 14, move, get license, buy car.
Car’ll make life easier.
Even selling in bulk, a gold dealer wouldn’t suspect a hunter like me.
Hunter ID covers most things.
“Oh, this looks good? …Wait, this officetel… definitely…”
Browsing online, I found a luxury officetel near Gukcheon University.
What surprised me: my first love, Han Ha-rin, lived there.
Pure coincidence. Overheard her chatting with a friend on campus once.
No exact address. Just knew she was in this building.
Close to university. Price: 800 million jeonse? …Gonna need to sell 20 bars.
Dedicated parking, convenient transit, tons of restaurants nearby.
Not moving here because of Han Ha-rin. No way.
Wonder what floor she’s on. Next door would be nice.