Chapter 147
Chapter 147
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 147
Chapter Title: Tace Club Debut
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A long line snaked endlessly in front of Tace Club, as always.
Men and women stood there, hearts pounding with anticipation for the music inside, new encounters, and a chance to escape the boredom.
And right in the middle of it all stood the Ghost-Soul Slayers.
"Whoa, who are those people? Models?"
"Models? Nah, they look like Hunters."
"No way, aren't they celebrities or something?"
Passersby tossed comments at them left and right.
They probably thought no one could hear, but the Slayers' heightened senses picked up every word.
"They're saying I'm basically naked..."
"No, you're not."
It had become second nature by now.
The Poison Witch, embarrassed by her outfit, and the Dancer casually defending her.
Myung-su and Kim Gu let out heavy sighs at their exchange.
But despite that, their eyes kept drifting back to the Poison Witch and the Dancer.
They really are gorgeous.
Clothes make the man, or so they say.
Makeup's the second best thing to plastic surgery?
One look at the Poison Witch and Dancer proved that wrong.
Clothes, makeup... none of it mattered without a solid foundation.
They realized it took natural beauty to turn clothes into wings and makeup into true enhancement.
Their bodies, honed by grueling training, made the outfits pop even more.
And their stunning natural features elevated the makeup to the level of fine art, sculpting their faces perfectly.
"Why? Do I look pretty?"
"Y-Yeah... I mean, no..."
The Dancer's effortless charm had slipped the truth right out of Kim Gu's mouth.
She flashed her signature enchanting smile.
"I know. Our little Witch is a total beauty."
The Dancer patted the Poison Witch's head.
Her fully made-up face drew stares from everyone around.
One glance was enough to make you look back.
Twice, and you'd find yourself lost, staring without realizing it.
Why hadn't I noticed before?
Was the training just too brutal?
Or had they never really seen her as a woman until now?
A simple everyday outfit and some makeup had completely shattered Myung-su and Kim Gu's old image of the Poison Witch.
That was when it happened.
"You folks waiting to get into Tace Club, right?"
A group of men who looked like club guards approached the Ghost-Soul Slayers in line.
Kim Gu nodded.
"Yeah."
"Wasn't talking to you."
Kim Gu flushed with embarrassment at the guard's curt tone.
As if to make a point, the guards brushed past him and stopped right in front of the Poison Witch and Dancer.
"You two don't need to wait in line. The head manager says you're comped a table and two bottles of premium liquor. Follow us."
The guards extended hands toward the Poison Witch and Dancer.
The Dancer covered her mouth and let out a melodic laugh.
"Hoho, really? But what to do—the two guys you just ignored are with us."
"Pardon?"
The guards glanced back at Kim Gu and Myung-su, the ones they'd dismissed at first.
Then they radioed in.
"Two male companions."
[Static. Yeah? Fine, bring 'em all.]
"Roger."
The guards clicked off and turned back.
"Everyone, come on in."
"Thanks~"
The Dancer beamed at them.
They followed the guards past the line and straight into the club.
They arrived at a table near the first-floor entrance.
Two bottles of premium liquor and fruit platters were already set up.
Thump-thump-thump-thump.
The heavy bass hit before they even sat, vibrating straight to their hearts.
"Pretty loud, huh."
The Ghost-Soul Slayers settled at the table, reining in their bubbling excitement at this brand-new environment.
A man approached and announced loudly enough for everyone to hear.
"Hello. I'm Chris, the general manager who invited you all."
He looked Korean, but his name was Chris.
Probably using a foreign nickname.
"Sure~"
The Dancer flashed a polite smile in return for the hospitality.
Chris grinned back.
"This is a 700,000-won package. Of course, it's free for the two ladies... but the gentlemen weren't part of the deal. So, as a special favor—even if it costs me—I'll set you up with an extra table upstairs. Free bottle of premium and the same fruit platter for the guys. Sound good?"
Myung-su and Kim Gu exchanged looks at Chris's pitch.
Free table, free booze—sweet talk.
But anyone who thought about it for a second knew it was just a ploy to split them up.
Kim Gu shook his head.
"No thanks. We'll pay for drinks here. No need for another table."
"You sure?"
A crack appeared in Chris's smile.
700,000 won was no small sum for most people.
That was enough to make the average person back off.
But the Ghost-Soul Slayers were different.
They'd come to make memories together—700,000 won was nothing.
Even 7 million wouldn't faze them.
Of course, Chris had no way of knowing that.
"Well then, enjoy yourselves."
Chris retreated with a forced step back.
What could he do when they insisted on paying?
"Thanks, we will."
Kim Gu returned the smile.
With Chris gone, the four Ghost-Soul Slayers were left alone to soak in the youthful energy they'd never felt before—eyes wide, ears attuned.
"So this is a club?"
The pounding music and wild dances from the young crowd stirred the same thrill as heading into battle.
"Definitely a first for me."
Myung-su scanned the room in fascination.
They all were.
A lifetime of training left no room for imagining places like this.
Myung-su and the Dancer, used to handling info, had heard vague descriptions of clubs.
But seeing beat hearing a hundred times over.
The heat hit them viscerally, all at once.
"Glad we came."
The Dancer licked her lips, grinning as she took it all in.
"I'm basically naked..."
"No, you're not."
The Poison Witch's complaint got cut off again.
The Dancer tugged sharply at the fabric covering her shy companion's side.
"Sis! My clothes are slipping!"
"So? Wouldn't that be even better?"
The Dancer grinned, doting on her.
Then she pointed around the room.
"How many guys do you see staring at us?"
"You really asking? What?"
"For real. Can you count?"
The Poison Witch's flustered expression hardened, eyes turning sharp.
She whipped her gaze around, tallying fast.
"Twelve."
"Nope."
"It is twelve."
"Look closer. Fourteen."
"Huh?"
The Dancer beamed and pointed at Myung-su and Kim Gu across the table.
"Oh, right?"
"Anyone among those fourteen catch your eye?"
The Poison Witch scanned again, meeting the stares of the men gawking at her.
She scowled.
"None. Their stares are gross."
"What about the two right in front of you?"
"Sis!"
"Kidding~ Hee hee."
The Dancer stuck out her tongue in a cute pout.
The staring guys had no clue.
That the Poison Witch and Dancer were elite Hunters who could read their sleazy intentions like an open book.
If they knew, they wouldn't dare leer like that.
"Guess we made a mistake coming here."
The Dancer glanced around before whispering to the Poison Witch.
"Huh?"
The Poison Witch looked too, finally getting it.
Out of the twelve guys ogling her...
One who'd locked eyes was heading over.
He didn't care about the men at their table—full steam ahead.
"Hey there."
A drink landed in front of the Poison Witch.
The guy plopped his butt right on their table.
"Where you from?"
Cheesy pickup line incoming.
She shot him a disgusted look.
"Mind moving? You're blocking our friends' view."
Clear "get lost," but he didn't budge.
"Yeah?"
He turned, eyed Kim Gu and Myung-su with a sneer.
Snorted mockingly, then leaned way too close to the Poison Witch.
"Bet I'm better than those losers, right?"
He was handsome, no doubt.
The type who'd broken plenty of hearts.
But a beauty on her level? First time.
He'd leaned in to tease...
But now he looked flustered.
What the...?
Up close, she was so stunning he felt himself falling.
Without thinking, his face inched toward hers.
Instinct pulling him in for a kiss.
Big mistake.
This wasn't just any table.
It was the Ghost-Soul Slayers'—the ones who'd stood out even among the world's top Hunters.
Who knew how many Hunters lurked in this crowd?
But this group could wipe everyone here in a blink.
"You wanna handle it? Or should I?"
Myung-su asked casually, tilting his glass.
The Poison Witch sighed heavily.
"I'll do it."
Her hand shot out, clamping the guy's jaw.
She slammed him straight into the table.
Thud!
He crumpled.
All eyes turned their way.
We should've known.
Kim Gu's face darkened.
Truth was, with looks like theirs, anyone would hit on them.
But he and Myung-su wanted to prove they could hold their own in this world too.
They'd half-expected something like this.
It would've been weirder not to.
Girls that hot? Guys weren't gonna stay away.
He'd ignored it, hoping against hope.
"It happened anyway."
Kim Gu gave Myung-su a grim look.
Myung-su seemed deep in thought on damage control.
Then the situation flipped entirely.
"Whoa, epic! You see that sister?"
"Hunter for sure. Totally badass."
Huh?
They braced for screams and cops...
But this?
"So cool. Dropped that huge guy in one go?"
"And why's she that pretty? Insane..."
"I love you, sis!"
"Sis, drinks on us!"
What kind of twist was this?
Myung-su and Kim Gu exchanged baffled glances.
This a club?
Kids these days into this?
Different thoughts, same conclusion.
"Might be okay to stick around a bit."
Kim Gu nodded in agreement with Myung-su.
"If shit hits the fan, we bolt."
Myung-su chuckled, eyeing the fuming Poison Witch.
"Fucking asshole."
The curse flew from her pretty lips.
But somehow...
The young crowd Myung-su and Kim Gu couldn't comprehend went wild for it.
"So damn cool."
"Sexy as hell."
Kim Gu and the Dancer had called it.
At least tonight, in Gangnam's Tace Club, the Poison Witch and Dancer were the stars.
Men, women—no one held back. Genuine awe and cheers as they swarmed.
Myung-su and Kim Gu scowled at the mob but figured—if the girls were having fun, why not?
They poured each other drinks.
Then Myung-su felt it—a prickling unfamiliar gaze.
He looked up.
Chris, chatting with guards.
His eyes locked on their table, burning with false greed.
"Won't be staying long after all."
Myung-su downed his drink and popped a melon slice into his mouth.