Chapter 51
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Translator: Wjin
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Reunion with Onesna
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Once shaken, Top Point couldn't regain their composure at all.
Kangyul was already several moves ahead of Top Point and rolled out strategies no one saw coming.
"Ooooh!! Midas A Clan is charging full force as the Red Team!"
"Has the Blue Team ever gone in with a reckless all-out assault like this?!"
Caught off guard by Midas A Clan, who had somehow gotten the drop on them first, they kept dropping rounds.
For Top Point, who were trying to pull themselves together and play it slow and steady, these tactics landed like massive haymakers.
'Let's wrap this up as fast as possible.'
Totally a variety show clan. Lololololol what kind of strategies are these? Never seen any of 'em before.
Start with Honggyu holding the shotgun. Dude was never right in the head.
But those shotgun blasts are straight fire lololol
They clinched the win with a streak at 3 Supply Depot, then took Provence and Dragon Road without a hitch.
After the match, the broadcast cut to the Top Point clan master shaking his head in disbelief.
"Yessss! Semifinals!"
"Aren't we crushing it too hard?!"
The team high-fived each other, beaming with joy.
As time passed, the crowd started getting hooked on Midas A Clan.
'Phew. Just two more teams to beat, right?'
Kangyul slumped into a chair in the waiting room the moment they got back—he was wiped after barely giving any orders.
In the meantime, Kim Min-a and Im Honggyu showed up with Starbucks coffee from somewhere.
"Just one sip for me."
"No way! Minors who drink coffee wet the bed at night."
"...I'm past that age?"
Kim Min-a stayed firm, not budging an inch.
'Ugh. Gotta grow up fast. Kinda pathetic not even getting a sip of coffee.'
Kangyul eyed Im Honggyu sipping his coffee, smacking his lips.
Im Honggyu glanced at Kangyul, then turned away and sat down.
Soyul had been tailing O Yangchun's every move for days now.
He already knew the guy had come to Korea with some shady agenda.
'He's not even a real Triad player, but he's got his uses.'
The plan was to blow up the story the second this creep committed a crime—rattle the whole country with headlines.
That would let him push through whatever laws he wanted and gain the upper hand against the Triads.
Sure, some poor soul might get hurt by O Yangchun in the process, but Soyul didn't care much.
'Big changes need scapegoats.'
On his orders, articles slamming Chinese crime syndicates had been flooding the news lately.
It was all preheating the pot.
But then a wrinkle appeared.
Someone was watching O Yangchun.
"Name's Bae Jihun, a private detective. Traced his account—looks like he's been hired to tail O Yangchun."
"And who hired him?"
"Right here."
Soyul read the name on the paper and furrowed his brow.
'Jang Deokcheol? Why's this guy popping up out of nowhere?'
Midas Corporation's VP and Kangyul's right-hand man.
"Started surveilling after bumping into Jang Deokcheol by chance, from what we can tell."
"What's his goal?"
"Nothing specific so far—just watching."
"Keep tabs on him too, then. If he gets in our way... handle him quietly."
"Got it."
The suited man bowed to Soyul and left.
'This is getting fun.'
Soyul's lips curled into a smirk, his expression otherwise unchanged.
Kangyul got up right after a short break in the waiting room.
He needed to scout the next opponent's strength.
"Our next foes are Incheon Union Clan."
"Incheon Union? Sounds like a bunch of country bumpkins."
"Their record's decent, but nothing special."
From watching Incheon Union's plays, they didn't seem tough at all.
Hell, it felt like they'd lucked into their spot so far.
The real headache was powerhouse finalist hopeful Zynix.
"Zynix is that clan we crushed in practice last time, right?"
"Yeah. They only had Onesna as their main back then, so it was easy... but these guys mean business now."
The team fell silent watching Zynix's footage.
Teamwork was flawless, individual skills top-tier.
And Onesna dominated outright.
'They came out swinging.'
He outclassed Kangyul and even out-sniped Jang Seongtae.
It wasn't his usual skill level—it was like he was on fire today.
"Whoa. How do we take that guy down?"
He wasn't just owning at range; peeking close-up to pick off rifle users was borderline magic.
Cheers erupted loud enough to hear in the waiting room.
'Tough break for us—he's in peak form.'
Classic "on that good stuff" vibes.
"Phew. Looks like finals means clashing with Zynix if we make it."
"We can match Snipes, but rifles give us the edge!"
"Yeah. Overall, we've got a shot. Let's smash the semis first and worry later!"
Kangyul and the team steeled themselves again.
An hour's rest later, the quarterfinals kicked off.
Incheon Union Clan members were a wild bunch.
Their bodies were tattooed wall-to-wall with carp, dragons, tigers—like walking canvases.
'Gangsters or what?'
The Incheon Union crew didn't even bother setting up their rigs—just sauntered over to Midas A.
The biggest, burliest uncle type eyed up Kangyul, Jang Seongtae, and Lee Jaeyoung, then snickered.
"Heh, what a pack of kids. You punks gonna win at this? Huh?"
Another one stepped right up to Kangyul.
It looked plenty menacing, but Kangyul was unfazed.
"Hey, kiddo. Mind if Uncle curses you out once? I'll buy you snacks. Yeah?"
"Yo, snacks? Nah, promise him jjajangmyeon."
The Incheon Union thugs ramped up the intimidation, talking smack.
"You really wanna beat us? Not scared at night? We'll whoop your asses and dump you somewhere. Got it?"
Kangyul ignored them, fiddling with his setup—they were annoying as hell, muttering nonstop.
'These street rat punks must've bullied their way here?'
"Uncle, you that scary?"
"Huh? Damn right. We beat down whoever we want."
One Incheon Union guy thrust his fist out like he was about to deck Kangyul.
He wanted fear, but Kangyul just scoffed and mocked them.
"So why are big shots like you wasting time harassing kids at a gaming tourney?"
"What?"
"If you're in a game tourney, play the damn game. Why the lame threats? You idiots."
The Incheon Union crew stared, dumbfounded by Kangyul's sharp tongue.
But Kangyul, pent-up stress boiling over, kept ripping into them.
"What, your bodies are tattoo parlors now? That's your best shot at scaring elementary kids? Tsk tsk. Punks like you are why society's stuck. Know that?"
"...What?! This little shit!"
One lunged to smack Kangyul's head, but the boss-looking guy blocked him.
"Dumbass, you gonna hit a kid in front of everyone? Back off for now."
They slunk away as cockily as they'd come.
"Brat, you'll regret this later."
"All talk—no follow-through. Typical."
Kangyul hurled barbs to the end.
Kim Min-a, Im Honggyu, and the rest of Midas A stared at him blankly.
"What?"
"...Nothing. We'll do our best."
The Midas A Clan vs. Incheon Union Clan match wrapped in record time—the fastest ever.
Just as Kangyul figured, Incheon Union had ridden luck more than skill.
Their intimidation tactics shook some foes, but not Kangyul.
"Fuck! How are they this good?!"
"Cheating with hacks or what?!"
Incheon Union spewed curses and trash-talked throughout.
Viewers just dogpiled them with hate.
Those fuckers' tattoos are kinda cute lololololololol
I could handle those clowns myself lololol
Those aren't even real pros—just street thugs. Seen 'em running illegal PC bang betting lololol
Kangyul sneered at the losers and stood.
That's when he felt eyes from the crowd.
'Onesna?'
Onesna stared at Kangyul with a faint smirk.
Then he slowly raised a finger to his throat... and slid it across.
'...These psychos and those thugs—what's wrong with everyone?'
Kangyul sighed and headed to the waiting room.