Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Wolfgang's Retaliation
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Pssshhhh-!!!
Wolfgang yanked the ice spear from the senior gang member's carotid artery and charged at the rookie.
“Eek?!”
The rookie flinched in surprise and pulled out his switchblade.
But.
Tadadadak-!!
Wolfgang closed the distance in a flash, his hands moving even faster.
Pshk-!! Pshk! Pssshhhh-!!!
He stabbed precisely into the lungs, then the heart, and finally the throat in rapid succession.
“Guhk. Guh-guhk!!”
Only the sound of escaping air came out—no scream.
Drip-!!!
Blood poured from the rookie's gaping mouth.
Wolfgang smacked his lips as he looked down at the two faces buried in the pooling blood.
“What a shame.”
It had been a nice hideout where he could relax in style.
But their appearance meant his tail had been stepped on.
‘Who could it be?’
His profession was killer.
Killing people naturally bred enemies.
‘Could it be… Lee Dae-hyuk?’
Lee Dae-hyuk’s face suddenly flashed in his mind.
But how had Lee Dae-hyuk tracked his movements?
And how had he found the location of this secret safehouse?
‘There is one person who knows about this place…’
White Storm.
A hacker group run by the hacker known as Eve, and a broker in the underworld.
But merchants like White Storm had an ironclad rule: client confidentiality.
‘It’s not impossible. I’ll have to go see for myself.’
Even if they weren’t the culprit, he’d need White Storm’s help to find whoever was targeting him.
Wolfgang grimaced as he rifled through the men’s suit jackets, pulling out wallets and phones.
Of course, for a perfect cleanup, he’d need to move the bodies too.
But that risked being spotted by someone else.
Or caught on CCTV or a dashcam.
Better to just get out of there.
‘I can’t come back here.’
The hideout had been under a homeless man’s identity, so no worry about the cops.
Still, losing his cozy spot in Seoul after jobs stung.
‘But I can get revenge instead.’
There had to be some scum behind these two who stole his peace.
Find that scum and deal with them.
‘I’ll find them in half a day.’
Feeling unease mixed with strange excitement, Wolfgang bent low and started moving again.
***
A bar near Seoul Station. White Storm.
True to its name “White Storm,” the owner was a woman with silver hair.
Eve, White Storm’s owner and Korea’s top hacker, sneered at Wolfgang as he entered.
“You still reek of blood, old man.”
Eve sat at the counter, lips curled in a smile, but her eyes dripped contempt.
Did Wolfgang catch the look?
He shot back with scorn.
“Your cheap perfume stench hasn’t changed either.”
Even after the jab, a laugh escaped Eve’s lips.
“You’re still fun, old man.”
A psychopath who killed for pleasure, not just work, and mutilated bodies: Wolfgang.
But he was still a client.
‘Emotions are emotions. Business is business.’
Eve let out a shallow sigh and got to the point.
“What brings you here?”
At that, Wolfgang slid over a plastic bag with phones and IDs.
“Investigate these.”
“Two hours. You know the price.”
“One hour. Double pay.”
Shorter than the half day he’d expected, but time saved was time earned.
Eve frowned at Wolfgang.
“You show up empty-handed and try haggling up? You know we don’t do credit.”
Instead of answering, Wolfgang tossed her something.
A key the size of an index finger.
“The key to ‘that’ pawnshop. Take it.”
“Hmm… Fine. If it’s the key to ‘that’ pawnshop, I trust it.”
A satisfied smile spread across Eve’s face.
The ‘pawnshop’ Wolfgang mentioned was a special spot frequented by people in their world.
Cash, jewels, valuables—store them for a fee, or borrow as much as needed.
Interest was steep, but invaluable for them.
Clap clap-!!!
Eve clapped, and a tall man in a black suit approached.
“You heard. Get to work.”
She handed the key from Wolfgang to the man.
“Understood.”
The man took the key and approached Wolfgang.
“I’ll take it.”
Wolfgang nodded.
The man took the plastic bag from his hand and turned away.
.
.
.
One hour later.
The man in the black suit approached Wolfgang.
“Check it out.”
He handed over printed documents.
Wolfgang took them silently and began reading.
“…….”
Personal info, finances, family, activity logs.
Nothing standout.
Flick-! Flick-!
“……!!”
His eyes stopped on the fourth page.
‘Yurin Capital employee. President Jeong Hee-joo. Employees Lee Tae-jun and Yoo Ho-seong suspected of searching areas linked to a specific individual on President Jeong Hee-joo’s orders.’
“…….”
Wolfgang read the rest in silence before flipping to the next page.
This one was about Yurin Capital’s president, Jeong Hee-joo.
‘Jeong Hee-joo. Yurin Capital President. Only daughter of Jeong Min-jun. Yurin Capital expanding rapidly lately, but source of massive funds unclear—under watch for backer funneling money to President Jeong Hee-joo. Top suspect: Daehan Group’s Lee Myung-guk’s youngest son, Lee Dae-hyuk.’
“Lee Dae-hyuk?”
Wolfgang’s eyes chilled as he read.
Why was Lee Dae-hyuk’s name here?
Bodyguards from him wouldn’t have surprised him.
But dragging in someone like Jeong Hee-joo to track him?
It was shocking.
‘I knew he wasn’t ordinary…’
If Jeong Hee-joo’s organization was on Lee Dae-hyuk’s side, it’d be a tough fight.
As worry clouded his mind, venom filled Wolfgang’s eyes.
A tough fight?
Him, daunted by some chaebol son’s playtime?
Impossible.
He was a true battlefield veteran.
He could kill dozens, hundreds of these thugs.
Especially.
‘I’ll definitely kill Lee Dae-hyuk.’
He couldn’t forgive the one who stole his secret hideout.
Decision made, Wolfgang stood from his chair.
‘Where to kill him?’
The perfect spot came to mind immediately.
The one place Lee Dae-hyuk moved alone, without bodyguards.
‘At his company.’
He’d need a detailed plan.
But with the kill spot set, Wolfgang strode quickly to the exit.
Thud thud-!!!
Eve flashed a cheeky smile at Wolfgang’s receding back.
“Won’t see him again, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Creak!!
Wolfgang gave a curt reply and left White Storm.
Business was done.
Now it was his personal war.
***
‘Ha! Never know what life throws…’
Unlike Wolfgang’s steely resolve, Eve at the White Storm counter smirked mockingly.
She’d been in this game over ten years.
She hadn’t shown it much, but she’d caught Wolfgang’s anxiety.
Normally, he’d brush off her words with one ear out the other.
Not today.
He’d reacted sensitively, like someone being chased.
A killer losing composure? Predictable end.
“Really won’t see him again.”
Eve picked up the papers Wolfgang had tossed casually on the counter.
‘Lee Dae-hyuk, huh…’
A name popping up everywhere lately.
The guy who crushed Park Cheon-ho’s faction and dropped a bomb on the Busan Jaesong-dong redevelopment—supposed to go smoothly.
Especially Jaesong-dong: Involved heavy hitters like Seojin Construction President Min Seung-su, Haemmok Construction’s Park Jung-gi.
And former Blue House Chief of Staff Kim Jin-taek.
A massive project, shaken to the roots by one man: Lee Dae-hyuk.
“K. You seeing the name Lee Dae-hyuk a lot lately too?”
“Yes.”
The man in black, K, answered shortly.
Truth be told, he was curious about Lee Dae-hyuk too.
A sudden chaebol son personally smashing a decent gang.
Natural to wonder.
White Storm had already gotten requests to investigate him.
‘Pretends to be ordinary salaryman, chaebol bastard son. Trains in martial arts. Crushed Park Cheon-ho, absorbed the gang. And… runs an investment firm.’
“Interesting guy.”
“Want me to dig more?”
Eve shook her head at K’s question.
“Can’t mix curiosity with business. A guy like that will show up here soon enough.”
Five minutes passed.
Eve’s instinct nailed it.
Riiiing-!
One of the two phones on the counter rang.
The black ‘client only’ one on the left.
“Yes. White Storm.”
- It’s Park Jung-gi.
Eve’s face twitched at Park Jung-gi’s voice.
But her tone stayed bright, unlike her stiff expression.
“Oh! President Park, I heard bad rumors and was worried, but you called. What a relief.”
- Heard already?
“It’s our job to gather rumors.”
- Hm. Anyway. Calling to introduce someone.
“Referral?”
- You could say that.
Eve’s eyes sparkled at Park Jung-gi’s reply.
“Who is it? If President Park recommends, we trust it.”
- You’ve heard of him. Daehan Group’s youngest son. Lee Dae-hyuk.
”……?!”
***
Park Jung-gi sighed after hanging up with Eve.
‘Damn… total sucker.’
His situation was so pathetic he could cry.
Two days ago, he ruled Busan; now he groaned in bed.
But work remained.
‘Press conference.’
“Urgh-!!!”
Another groan escaped Park Jung-gi.
Body ached everywhere, but Seoul awaited.
He wanted to rest more, go when the conference was set.
But dawdle, and…
‘Kim Jin-taek or Min Seung-su would move.’
Luckily, his men guarded him—for now, safe.
However.
“…Hoo.”
Park Jung-gi sighed at the missed calls on his phone screen.
131 missed.
All from Min Seung-su or Kim Jin-taek.
.
.
.
At that moment.
Seojin Construction President’s office.
Min Seung-su glared murderously at his phone.
Grinding his teeth like the phone was Park Jung-gi.
Viiiing-!!!
The phone vibrated loudly.
“…….”
Caller: Not Park Jung-gi, but Kim Jin-taek.
‘What’s with this guy now?’
They’d talked multiple times already.
Still calling in rage.
Thought to ignore, but couldn’t.
Kim Jin-taek was still an ally.
Had to placate for now.
“Hello.”
- Park Jung-gi?
“Handling it.”
- Not picking up, huh. Gonna let that bastard run his mouth? Sit quiet while he blabs at the press conference?!
“I’ll tell the off-books team to move.”
Not satisfied with Min Seung-su’s reply?
Sigh-!
Kim Jin-taek’s sigh came through the phone.
- Want to keep your president seat? Deal with Park Jung-gi fast. Got it?
Click!!!
“……!!!”
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