The God of Controls' One-Coin Clear: Bounty (5)
Schweitzer Angel ground his teeth so hard it sounded like they might crack.
“Help? You shameless son of a bitch…”
“Huh? Weren’t you in a tough spot? I heard this auction was basically just for that one ‘item’ anyway.”
Taeyang’s brazen provocation made everyone inside the auction house hold their breath.
The situation was on a knife’s edge.
Some watched Taeyang with curious eyes, while others waited to see how Angel would respond.
Not a single person looked scared or trembled.
After all, there wasn’t a single ordinary human among those who had entered this auction house.
Instead, they began chatting with open excitement.
Even though they were openly disregarding Angel for a moment, there was no denying that Schweitzer Angel was one of the most powerful figures in the city when it came to financial influence.
In Amerigo, money was power. And power was force.
Click.
Countless guards stationed throughout the auction house leveled their guns at Taeyang.
Of course, these weren’t ordinary security personnel. They were Angel’s personal troops.
“You’re going to regret this.”
“You’re the one who’s going to regret it.”
Angel spat the words like they tasted foul, then immediately raised his voice.
“Unexpected disturbance! I sincerely apologize to all our distinguished guests. Please consider what follows as entertainment! We will suppress the threat immediately and resume the auction right away!”
Messiah pondered for a second.
Should he call in his teammates now?
It didn’t seem like a bad idea.
If he saved Yoon Taeyang from this predicament, the man would naturally view him more favorably.
But.
Messiah shook his head.
No. Not yet.
Yoon Taeyang definitely had some kind of countermeasure prepared. Something Messiah couldn’t predict.
If Messiah ruined the board by calling in his allies now, it would only backfire.
Messiah lifted his signature four-white eyes and stared at Taeyang.
Ratatatatatang!
Dozens of gun barrels spat fire. Taeyang’s body was flung to the left.
Roughly twenty-six men. At least one behind every pillar.
“Okay.”
Taeyang, who had dodged the bullets with explosive movement, zigzagged across the floor and reached the nearest pillar.
“You—!”
The guard who noticed Taeyang’s approach too late tried to swing his gun around, but it was already over.
The problem with guns.
Even before firing, the barrel clearly revealed the user’s intent.
It wasn’t an issue on Earth, but in the world of superhumans inside the dimensional labyrinth, it was a fatal flaw.
Crunch.
Taeyang’s fist caved in the guard’s forehead.
At the same time, he launched himself in the opposite direction.
Ratatatatatang!
Bullets slammed into the guard’s body, which had become a corpse in less than 0.1 seconds.
“You bastard!”
Angel, who had somehow gotten behind him, aimed a pistol.
He hadn’t pulled out the Hand Cannon.
Well, even regular guns had already turned the club into a warzone. If he brought out the Hand Cannon, it wouldn’t be a mess anymore. It would be a ruin.
Bang!
Taeyang lightly dodged Angel’s shot and closed in on his second victim.
“Kaaaaah!”
A guard whose eyes had already turned blood-red charged at him.
Half-baked, but clear evidence of vampirization.
Looked like one of Angel’s direct subordinates.
Whoosh!
The claws came in fast, but the path was obvious.
Taeyang didn’t dodge.
Instead, he raised his shoulder and deflected the point of impact.
It was the signature move of the world-class boxer Floyd Mayweather—Shoulder Roll.
Tap.
Boxing basics.
Swish—Bam.
When the opponent attacks and you successfully counter, an opening appears.
Well, the current situation was a bit different from a standard swish-bam, but still.
Booom!
Taeyang’s punch landed squarely on the bridge of the creature’s nose.
Teeth poured out of its gaping mouth like rain.
Ratatatatatang!
Bullets rained down on Taeyang again. This time, he used the fallen guard’s corpse as a shield.
“You fucking bastard!”
“How can you call yourself human?!”
At the guards’ accusations, Taeyang let out a hollow laugh.
“That’s rich. You guys aren’t even human.”
Although two victims had fallen in the blink of an eye, Taeyang could clearly feel that these guards were quite skilled.
In that short time, they had already formed a perfect encirclement around him.
Well, not perfect enough to actually catch him.
Angel roared.
“Die!”
Dozens of gun barrels spewed flames.
Taeyang stamped his foot.
Starburst High Kick – Canon Form.
A variation that sacrificed firepower for speed of deployment.
Since he had mana to burn, even this version still packed decent power.
Kwaaaaaang!
The beam of light tore through the net of bullets. In an instant, Taeyang was among the guards.
One straight punch to the jaw.
Booom!
Another to the chin.
Crack!
This one had an open abdomen.
“Guhk!”
Angel tried to cast a spell a beat too late.
Shadowless.
Whoosh.
“That trick won’t work twice.”
Taeyang, who had been calculating the distance between his shadow and Angel’s the entire fight, easily avoided it.
Bang!
Kwaaaang!
Crrrrunch!
This can’t be real.
Messiah felt a cold sweat run down his spine.
Surrounded by over a dozen enemies, yet not a single attack got through.
It was like he had eyes in the back of his head. He dodged attacks from his blind spots and even countered every close-range strike.
Messiah’s chat window scrolled rapidly.
According to Messiah’s prediction, the card Taeyang had prepared was Ran.
The woman with the fan who always followed him around.
He thought she would create some kind of variable from outside.
If not that, then maybe spreading information about V-Heroin to bring in other mafia factions and turn the whole situation into chaos.
“Hah.”
A sigh escaped Messiah’s lips.
His prediction was wrong.
There were no schemes.
Yoon Taeyang had simply come here planning to crush them all with pure physical ability.
If I keep moving according to your level…
The gap between us is too big to match pace, isn’t it?
Remembering the conversation they once had made his face burn with embarrassment.
That movement.
That combat power.
It was only natural that their levels didn’t match.
Yoon Taeyang’s combat ability far exceeded even Messiah’s imagination.
His skill level was so high that not only other players, but even Messiah would struggle to keep up with him.
Thud.
Taeyang’s front kick slammed into the last guard’s abdomen.
The guard’s body folded in half like a flip phone.
“Guhk.”
Crash.
The guard flew back, vomiting blood.
Taeyang casually looked around and muttered.
“What? It’s already over?”
“Th-this is…”
Schweitzer Angel, his face deathly pale, stumbled backward.
The club had fallen into chaos in the blink of an eye.
“This is way beyond what I expected.”
“Were Angel’s troops always this weak?”
“They only look weak. Don’t you know each one of them is on the level of a city monster extermination squad team leader?”
“Doesn’t look like it at all.”
“Just two days ago, five of Angel’s men wiped out three newborn drug rings. That’s confirmed by our side. Their skills weren’t exaggerated.”
The 6,000,000-point criminal, Antigone Flot, muttered under her breath.
“If Angel’s side isn’t weak, then the conclusion is simple.”
“What?”
“What else? That guy is just ridiculously strong.”
Taeyang, who had been staring at Angel, tilted his head as if bored.
Then he turned toward the table where the auction participants were seated.
Crash!
“What the—!”
“Don’t come any closer!”
Whooooosh.
Just a small movement from Taeyang.
Yet that single motion instantly changed the atmosphere inside the club.
The seated guests instantly shifted into combat readiness.
The massive flow of mana was enough to create wind inside the club.
Black mist spread thickly across the floor as if dark magic had been cast.
Crack.
Someone even ripped off a chair leg to use as a weapon.
Taeyang smirked and walked toward them.
“Wow, you guys are really overreacting.”
A powerful aura completely different from Angel’s subordinates stabbed at Taeyang’s skin like knives.
Nearly twenty auction participants.
Each one was a powerhouse with strength close to Angel’s level.
The closer Taeyang got, the more intense the pressure became.
He didn’t stop walking. Just as some of them could no longer hold back and were about to charge—
Click.
Taeyang sat down at the table.
“What?”
Taeyang waved his hand lazily.
“You said it was a show, right? I showed you everything I had.”
Angel’s face twisted in fury.
“Why? With this much, don’t I at least qualify to participate in the auction?”
For a moment, silence fell over the club.
Then.
“Puhaha! Puhahahahahahaha!”
A woman burst into hearty laughter.
It was the 6,000,000-point criminal, Antigone Flot.
“Kuhk! It’s been so long since I’ve seen someone this entertaining! Hey, Angel. What do you think?”
The other guests began to speak up as well.
“The auction? Why not! Wouldn’t it actually be better for us? He said he’d put the ‘item’ up for auction too!”
“I’m against it. Isn’t this just a trick to steal the items that come up?”
“If that was the plan, he wouldn’t have shown himself here. He would’ve raided the warehouse!”
“That’s true!”
“This friend seems like he’d never let things get boring if we got close.”
“Angel! It might hurt your pride, but who cares! We’re not ending the party like this, are we?!”
“Let’s keep it going! You can always raise more troops! Money’s rotting in your pockets anyway!”
Overwhelming support.
Schweitzer Angel felt his mind go completely blank.
He was the host of the auction and the party.
Yet everyone was agreeing with the madman who had slaughtered all of his subordinates and then shamelessly sat at the table asking to join the auction.
It was an open declaration that they were ignoring him.
Grind.
Angel gnashed his teeth.
“Goddamn it.”
But he couldn’t kick Taeyang out.
It was the law of Amerigo.
The strong take everything.
Money, drugs, weapons.
The weak are ignored, looked down on, and beaten down.
By facing Angel’s entire family alone, Taeyang had proven his strength.
And by failing to take down even one man, Angel had revealed his weakness.
At least in this moment, he had become the loser.
Angel glared at Taeyang.
I’ll kill him. Even if I have to gather every scattered member of my family, I will definitely kill him.
But one thing was certain. It was impossible right now.
He had no choice but to wait for the next opportunity.
Angel swallowed his boiling rage and asked Taeyang.
“Do you even have money? It won’t be the amount you’re imagining.”
“Money?”
Taeyang smirked.
It was clearly a mocking laugh.
“I’ve got plenty of money. Didn’t you know? I took it from your vault last time. There was a lot besides the V-Heroin, you know?”
“Kuhahahahahahaha!”
“Puhahahaha!”
“That’s right! He robbed the vault of Schweitzer Angel, the richest man in the city! Of course he has money!”
“This guy is seriously messing with him!”
Angel couldn’t say a word.
All he could do was tremble with his long body, barely enduring the flood of humiliation that washed over him.