Over the Line...
"Kuh, heh..."
An evil laugh escaped my lips. A totally clichéd villain-style cackle.
"Funny?"
"Y-Yeah... it's hilarious..."
"Sure is. Your sorry ass is the funniest part, though."
He probably had no idea. He was in so much pain he could barely speak, yet forcing out that laugh—it was pure comedy gold.
"Do you... have any idea how vast my connections are? In the police, the legal system, the political and business worlds—do you even grasp that before you spout off like this?"
Classic. He took a huge breath, like he'd been holding it back, then unleashed a torrent of words without pause. Then back to groaning. Honestly, it wasn't cool at all.
"You can't catch me with that flimsy evidence... You can't. And you lot? You'll end up behind bars for assaulting company executives."
"How, with no evidence?"
"Heh... hehehe... Evidence? We just make it..."
Blatantly declaring they'd fabricate it all. Right to my face.
"So you're admitting to tampering with evidence? Pretty damn bold."
I laughed.
"Ha... haha... ha! You have no clue about my influence... how massive it is...!"
"An ex-employee like you? Please."
"Funny?"
Yesuh charged in again and slammed her foot right into his crotch. Oof... that had to hurt like hell.
"Gaaah! F-Fuck! Aaaargh! Aaaaaaaargh!"
Unable to hold back the agony any longer, he let out a nonstop stream of screams.
"Anyway, we need a bit of a meeting first. Let's step out and discuss."
Still fuming and grinding her teeth, I grabbed Yesuh and headed outside.
Truth be told, if I used all the evidence I had right now, I could lay out a fatal blow against these bastards. But if they pinned everything on the CEO and flipped the script?
"This got more complicated than I thought."
"I'm sorry... it's all because of me..."
The bold girl who'd been kicking his balls without mercy just moments ago was back to looking all dejected.
"Heh... hehehe..."
"It's fine. Someone had to break that chain eventually."
It was something that needed doing, no matter what. I was just the one stepping up. Sure, it got messy, but how bad could it be? The moment we wrapped this up...
I'd be the hero! Well... not quite the hero type, but close enough. Ahem.
"Let's talk it over with Yoonah first. Anyway, we need to tidy up the aftermath a bit right away."
"Okay..."
I left the shop door open and returned to the car where Yoonah waited. The manager didn't know about my powers, so I skipped him.
Target Designation has been activated.
Yoonah blinked at me with anxious eyes.
"Yoonah."
"Kyaaah!"
Damn, my hand stung. She'd taken that slap pretty hard—her cheek was bright red and throbbing.
"It's me, Jisoo."
"Ah, oh...! S-Sorry, Jisoo! Ow, my face... there's a mark!"
She panicked, rambling incoherently. I calmed her down and gave a quick rundown of everything up to now.
"Basically, that's the situation. I came to figure out how to wrap up today's mess."
Glancing at the countdown in front of me, I still had about 40 minutes left. Plus one extra use remaining—plenty of time. More than enough for a strategy session.
"It was expected, but looks like he's got more pull than I thought."
"Could just be bluffing."
"Doubt it. Just the fact he casually summoned an underage girl like that..."
Maybe I should've been more cautious. Hell, pulling Yesuh out entirely could've been an option.
"Ah, what do we do...?"
Watching Yoonah clutch her head in worry gave me a headache too. Sigh.
"Should I just dump all the videos online?"
"Other than that, is there a way to snag more footage they might have?"
"You think they'd keep stuff that obviously poisons them?"
Given their twisted perversions, maybe. But hacking it out? No way I had those skills.
"For now, let's drop what we have."
I considered threatening the CEO with it, but he'd just shrug it off. Better to strike first.
"Yeah, how?"
"Internet spreads fast these days. Hitting them preemptively is our best shot."
Originally, I wanted to coerce confessions with threats and keep it low-key. I didn't want a drawn-out brawl. But if it was gonna get this ugly anyway, better to punch first.
"I'll upload the raw footage straight to YouTube."
"Yeah, I'll post to Insta too."
Yoonah's influence was no joke. A world star's reach? Solid gold.
"I'm really sorry."
"It's okay, Yesuh. Really."
I snapped some pics of the shop interior, then left the girls hugging it out for comfort and headed back inside. I poked around the rooms, snapping photos everywhere. In the one where he'd dragged that female employee earlier...
She was still there, being harassed.
"No, this isn't just harassment..."
More like abuse? Power-tripping? Whatever you wanna call it.