Chapter 151
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 151
Chapter Title: Shut Your Trap
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“Heavens, no. We're about to become business partners soon, so at least use some respect...”
“Shut your trap.”
“Pardon?”
[……Ah, this is bad.]
The moment Moon Cheonyeop's face twisted in confusion at those out-of-left-field words...
Yuna Kyung covered her face with her wings.
Rimon uncrossed his arms.
And a thunderous smack echoed through the air.
Crack!
“……?”
For a brief instant.
Kim Seungjun and President Jeong couldn't grasp what had just happened.
All these mid-tier players could perceive was two things.
The moment they registered a deafening noise, Rimon and Moon Cheonyeop had vanished from sight.
But the scene that unfolded next left even them blinking in stunned silence, forcing the reality to sink in crystal clear.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
“Guhk! Krgh! Heuk! Kuugh!”
His chin shot up from the impact, only for a headbutt to slam it back down. His cheeks swelled as teeth scattered from vicious slaps.
Each swing of the fist sent his body dancing wildly, legs wobbling like a puppet on strings.
His collapsing frame got yanked upright by the hair, then a solar plexus strike flipped his guts inside out—followed by a neck chop forcing him to swallow his own vomit.
Knocking off the sunglasses—minimal mercy?
Or just to make sure the eyes got a turn?
One thing was certain.
A man who had been perfectly fine moments ago was now being turned into pulp by Rimon's hands.
“Uh, th-that...”
Kim Seungjun and President Jeong could only gape, mouths agape.
Daring not to intervene.
For one, there was no stopping Rimon's blur of blows too fast for the eye. But more than that, his ferocious aura froze them solid.
[Team leader! Team leader! Stop it—you're gonna kill him again!]
In the end, a chick-sized baby bird stepped in for them.
Only after Yuna Kyung clung to his head and smacked his forehead repeatedly did Rimon finally halt his fists.
Splat!
Moon Cheonyeop hit the floor like a puppet with cut strings—only after the beating stopped.
Rimon gazed down at him with icy eyes and spoke coldly.
“Say that again. Who plagiarized whose song? And told me to find a ‘good solution’?”
“Ugh... uugh...”
No answer came, of course.
With his entire body swollen like a steamed bun, beyond mere unconsciousness, all Moon Cheonyeop could do was writhe like a bug amid groans.
Yuna Kyung's response to the sight? One thing.
Letting out a soft sigh, she messaged Wailing via telepathy.
Please send an ambulance.
[If I recall, you told the president to handle this as smoothly as possible.]
“Yeah.”
[So I informed you that all lawsuit matters were settled, and I'd spoken to the judge too.]
“Right, I know.”
[……Then why do I now have to cover up your assault case on top of it?]
“Because I half-killed that bastard.”
[…….]
True to a Sword Master, the bold-as-a-blade answer left her silent for a beat.
Eventually, Wailing spoke again, her voice three times chillier than usual.
[I've handled the police side for now, but brace yourself—Midas getting involved on top of WIM will be a headache.]
“Got it. Don't push too hard.”
[Don't create situations that force me to push, then say that.]
“I'll try.”
Freshly bolstered by Shanghai Wang Family reinforcements for Guardian, Wailing had been run ragged cleaning up Rimon's mess.
He let her weary, icy words flow in one ear and out the other as he hung up.
Then muttered casually.
“Hmm, money and power really are the best. No need to bother with the police station—everything gets sorted.”
[It didn't get sorted! Things got insanely messy! Look at the vibe in here!]
“What's wrong with the vibe?”
[You see those two and still ask that?]
Yuna Kyung scolded him with full fervor.
And rightly so—the mood around President Jeong and Kim Seungjun was downright dismal.
Before Rimon arrived, it had felt like a funeral parlor. Now? Like gangsters had trashed it and creditors stripped every last penny.
Even their knee-jerk avoidance of eye contact screamed it.
[Why go straight to fists, huh? Fists! You hate showboating your strength, don't you? Right?]
She'd prepped everything for a quiet wrap-up.
Why blow it all?
To the bristling, feathers-up Yuna Kyung, Rimon replied innocently.
“Showboating strength and beating down a mangy cur are two different things.”
[What's the difference!?]
“You can overlook a dog strutting 'cause its shit's thick, but one crapping everywhere to brag? Gotta put it down.”
Rimon stated flatly.
His cold gaze fixed on the direction Moon Cheonyeop had been carted off in as he continued.
“Toyed with people's lives leaning on his petty power? Time someone toyed with his life too.”
[……Should've just kept his mouth shut.]
She grumbled briefly but couldn't press Rimon further.
Preliminary checks showed Moon Cheonyeop had ruined more than a few lives.
Even talking to him first was Rimon going above and beyond.
Though that mercy died the instant Moon Cheonyeop smugly threatened him.
[So what's the plan now?]
“Plan for what?”
[Cleanup. Can't just let this slide like nothing happened.]
“Is that you telling me to chase him down and finish the job?”
[Don't be ridiculous! If Midas Guild steps in for real, our Black Dragon Clan siblings—already swamped with Liberation Brigade fallout—might all drop dead from overwork!]
Yuna Kyung freaked out, pointing it out.
Most guilds could be crushed under Seven Dragon Society's wealth and influence, but top-ten Midas? No pushover.
Especially not for the Black Dragon Clan, frantic with cleanup.
“He's not even Midas proper—just a low-rank sub-guild grunt.”
[But a money-making grunt. WIM's real power player, manager to a star like Claire? Midas keeps tabs on types like that.]
Ex-PAB agent that she was, Yuna Kyung knew Midas's ruthless sensitivity to losses.
If they took a hit here?
They'd claw for compensation.
Rimon was disguised now, so he could vanish if he tried. But that might splash back on innocent Kim Seungjun and President Jeong.
[You're not thinking of fighting Midas, right?]
“Do I look rabid? Start a full war with a top guild over this?”
Coming from the guy who'd smashed the Infinite Monarch over a subordinate's blood debt, it rang hollow.
But Rimon meant it.
He didn't know yet how deep Liberation Brigade roots ran into the top guilds.
Tangling Rimon Asfelder with Midas now? Might force him to crush the Golden Monarch too.
Knowing that and still thrashing Moon Cheonyeop? Classic Rimon.
[Then you gotta pay some compensation... Ask Princess sis?]
“Nah, no plans for that.”
Rimon cut her off.
Li Chingwei would handle it fine, sure.
Midas prized profit—pay up, grudge cleared. Seven Dragon Society had cash to burn.
But risks: One, Seven Dragon Society tangling with Midas could invite Liberation Brigade. Two, some payout going to Moon Cheonyeop.
“Beat down a cur just to watch him lap up scraps in a golden doghouse? No thanks.”
[Then what?]
No fight, no payout—how to resolve it?
To puzzled Yuna Kyung, Rimon said simply.
“Key point: Me tangling with Midas gets messy, right?”
[Yeah?]
“So I don't tangle.”
[……You're already tangled. Forgot?]
Snap!
[Ow, crap! Why hit me again?]
“Why? Your insolent stare, punk.”
He flicked the forehead of Yuna Kyung, who eyed him like a dementia patient.
To her wing-clutching, fuming self, he said flatly.
“Told you already. He's no Midas member—just a sub-guild peon.”
[Same difference!]
“Nah, worlds apart.”
Rimon shook his head.
Pointing out what Yuna Kyung had overlooked.
“Prime minister's dog dies? Pay respects. House slave's dog dies? Stew it up together.”
[Huh?]
As Yuna Kyung tilted her head at the cryptic words...
Rimon spun around.
And tossed a line at Kim Seungjun, who flinched at eye contact.
“Kim PD. Got WIM guild master's number?”
“Y-Yes, of course.”
“Call her.”
The impact of Rimon's beatdown lingered so fiercely.
Kim Seungjun snapped to attention in reply. Rimon flashed a cold smile and murmured.
“Give her a heads-up: chance to boot the cur lording over you from Midas's teat. If you wanna ditch the pants role, haul ass here now.”
The desolate cafe—three people and a bird.
One more arrived exactly 20 minutes later.
What the hell is going on?
A woman in her late 30s: sleek attire, subtle makeup giving an oddly approachable vibe.
WIM Guild Master Yeonhwa wondered.
Utterly inexplicable.
Truth be told, when urgent news hit that Moon Cheonyeop got pummeled somewhere and carted to the hospital, she hadn't batted an eye.
Just figured: what goes around comes around.
Heard he'd been buzzing around here lately... but getting wrecked here? Didn't see that coming.
Moon Cheonyeop made problems galore, methods be damned.
Midas connections and his own high-level player status kept him safe—till now.
But high-level players weren't just him. Inevitable it'd blow up eventually.
So Yeonhwa didn't dwell.
Just ping Midas for instructions and handle as usual.
That changed with one call—as she was about to contact Midas.
From Kim Seungjun: no-name PD at half-dead KTB.
Nothing special there.
The content? Explosive enough to drop everything and race here.
But the live cafe scene?
Far from what she'd imagined.