Chapter 123
Chapter 123
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 123
Chapter Title: Club Capone Raid
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Arrived at the destination.
"Have a safe trip."
"Yeah, I'll be back."
Her sister headed off with quick, cheerful steps, waving energetically as if in high spirits.
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️Darin's so cute] [⚔️So what are we doing now?] "Us? Hmm."
After seeing her sister off, I climbed back up to the rooftop room and lit a cigarette.
—Click, click.
"Hoo— I've got a mountain of stuff to do."
As I exhaled the smoke and looked up at the sky, it was blanketed in heavy, gray clouds.
"Should've made her take an umbrella. Looks like rain."
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️Heard it's raining today] [⚔️Pretty heavy too?] "Yeah? Grab umbrellas before you head out, you guys."
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️ㅇ_ㅋ] [⚔️No plans to go out] "Hoo——."
With the final puff, the cigarette ember finally died out, with nowhere left to burn.
"Guys, that's it for the morning stream."
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️?????] [⚔️Oh no, the country's doomed, Guild Masterㅠㅠㅠㅠ] [⚔️I woke up at this hour just to hear Mom praise you, wtf] "Ahaha. Praise is good, right? I've got stuff to handle."
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️Oh god, not this, you fiend] I tried to mechanically end the stream without any fanfare, only to hit resistance from the viewers.
"We planned that overseas trip, remember? I've got a ton of backlog to clear before we can go."
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️That sounds fun tho] [⚔️ㅠㅠ At least show us Baeksul before you go] "Baeksul?"
I raised my arm, and fur brushed against my hand from Baeksul fidgeting above my head.
Slipping my hand under Baeksul's armpit and pulling down brought the sleepy-eyed fluffball dangling along.
"Ta-da."
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️lololol sleepy] [⚔️So freaking cute lololol] "Baeksul, say bye-bye to the uncles."
"I'm hungry."
Ding! I offered Baeksul's food, and it wiggled its tiny front paws happily.
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️Seriously smart af, is it really a rabbit?] [⚔️Getting called uncle at this age] "My babies, catch you later. Bye-bye."
⚔️ Viewer Chat [⚔️ㅃㅇㅃㅇ] [⚔️Bye-bye] ⟨ Han Ga-eul has ended the broadcast ⟩ "Baeksul, I'm heading out. Wanna come?"
"Yeah!"
Baeksul's energy spiked, despite being drowsy moments ago.
This little one doesn't love outings—it's the pre-outing shower it adores.
"Alright, let's go wash up."
"Yay!"
I stepped into the bathroom and first adjusted the shower temperature.
Warm water, steamy just the way Baeksul likes it.
As the water poured down, Baeksul shook itself after getting hit first on the head.
"Warm enough?"
"Fun!"
I lathered shampoo on Baeksul's body, and the foam nearly swallowed it whole.
Not slippery at all—it bounced around everywhere in that state.
"Come here, my fluffy puff. Let's get you all squeaky clean."
"Yeah!"
After scrubbing its body and rubbing even the tiny paw pads with my thumbs, we were done.
Its small size meant there wasn't much to wash anyway.
"All good. Shake off the water."
I wrapped a towel around its fur and glanced at the floor—Baeksul was vigorously shaking its legs.
"Out you go."
"Shook it off?"
"Yup."
I opened the bathroom door, and fresh air hit us full force.
Baeksul seemed refreshed too, wiggling its butt as it trotted ahead.
—Pfft!
"Agh! You said you shook it off!"
"Fun!"
Every shower together was a battlefield.
Baeksul loved eating, sleeping, and playing.
Living with a palm-sized rascal that barely registered wasn't half bad.
"Rub rub."
"Yeah, I'll lay out the towel. Rub away."
"Yay!"
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ After getting ready to head out, I stepped outside, and a black car pulled up right on cue.
The driver's window rolled down, revealing a handsome platinum blond flashing a bright grin.
"Good day, miss. Looking lovely as always."
"Hey. Jeremy, you're looking sharp too."
"Haha. I do clean up nice."
As I exchanged greetings with Jeremy, someone stepped out from the passenger seat.
"Miss, allow me."
"Hey, Albert."
"Yes, miss. Good morning."
Two guys with polar-opposite personalities, riding together.
Their only commonality? Calling me "miss."
Click.
Albert approached, opening the back door while staring straight at me.
I wish they'd cut that out—my body reacts automatically now after all the earfuls of "miss."
"Nice to see you, friend. Good morning."
Baeksul must've greeted Albert.
The stoic Albert extended a fist, and Baeksul tapped it lightly with a tiny paw.
Who knows when they became besties.
After giving Baeksul time for its hello, I hopped in the back, and Jeremy hit the gas.
How long had we driven?
"Miss."
"Yes?"
I was playing with Baeksul on my lap when Jeremy spoke up from the driver's seat.
"You're not planning to charge right in, are you?"
"That's exactly the plan."
"····."
Jeremy seemed speechless, nudging Albert in the passenger seat with his elbow.
"Albert, I said it's dangerous for the miss."
"···And?"
"'And'? You psycho, did you even read the intel I sent? Over thirty gang members!"
Jeremy started in a whisper but raised his voice incredulously.
"I'll gladly pray for their peaceful rest."
"Hah··· You're hopeless."
Tsking in disbelief, Jeremy fiddled with his right hip.
Talk tough, but checking his pistol was there.
As I massaged Baeksul's belly-up form on my lap, listening to their bickering, we neared the destination.
"Miss, we're here."
"Thanks for the drive."
Stepping out, a building entrance loomed ahead.
Not flashy, but sleek—a large entrance with "Club Capone" in English above it.
"Albert, what's Capone?"
"No idea."
Jeremy, beside me, rubbed his chin at the club entrance.
"Probably from Al Capone. Think they fancy themselves mafiosi."
"Wow. Albert's hometown buddy."
"Shut it."
Albert's from Chicago, that explained it.
—Click, click.
"Hoo— But is the boss even here this early?"
Albert and Jeremy turned at my question, done squabbling.
"Only watched for a day, but yesterday they were drinking here till sunrise."
"Hmm, if not, we'll find out. No biggie."
I lit up and twisted the doorknob—it wouldn't budge.
"Locked."
"Miss, let me···"
—Crunch. Crunnch!
"Open now."
"····."
I tossed the mangled knob chunk aside and pushed the door open, revealing stairs descending underground.
"Let's go down."
Fancy lights lined the stairs.
Thickening makeup scent as we descended.
Stale cigarette stench.
Heavy air freshener.
Alcohol reek.
The deeper we went, the more it felt like another world inside versus out.
Another door at the stair's end opened to a grimy club interior.
Cigarette butts littered the floor, empty bottles strewn across back tables.
And a group across the way, chuckling among themselves.
They hadn't noticed me yet.
"Hoo— Come here!"
—Bang!!
Crash!
I kicked a nearby table flying with a massive thud.
"Wh-what the?!"
"What? Customers are here, you shitheads."
I puffed my cig as the group finally turned to me.
Burly guys stuffed into ill-fitting suits ready to burst. All decently built ones gathered.
"Miss, drunk? Go sleep it off home. No rowdy shit here, or you'll regret it."
Even these thugs called me miss now.
"Where's your boss."
"Huh···"
Spotting Albert and Jeremy behind me, they drew knives and closed in.
"Whoa, never seen a pretty thing like you. Model? Celeb? Nah, we'd know all the local sluts flying high, and you're new."
Grinning like it was hilarious, he swung the knife closer.
"Damn, prime goods. Look at this fucking beauty. Hey, bro'll treat you right—let's bounce."
"Treat me how?"
"Can't see this? Already standing at attention."
Pointing his knife at his crotch, he snickered right up to my face.
"What's with the rabbit on your head? I'll make stew outta···"
—Bang!!
"Guhk!"
A gunshot roared through the wide club interior, punching a hole through the guy's instep.
Blood oozed jaggedly from it.
"Gasp."
Jeremy beside me stared wide-eyed.
Didn't expect me to shoot without hesitation, huh?
"The fluffy cotton ball rustling on my head's family. Pig stew beats rabbit, no?"
The lead guy crumpled with a hole in his foot, freezing his followers.
"I'm a lousy shot. Far away, I might hit the wrong spot. Come closer quick."
I flipped the writhing guy with my foot—tears and snot smeared his face.
—Bang!!
"Gaaack!"
"Stew? Don't cross lines. Right?"
The approaching guys halted again at their fallen pal's state.
"Come on, hurry up."
I wiggled the barrel, and they paled, shuffling forward.
—Crack!
The first one's jaw spun.
Thud.
"Next."
—Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Bone snaps from necks as jaws collectively twisted.
They writhed on the floor like worms.
"Friend, you're the last one."
"···S-save···"
To be friends, match eye levels.
I squatted by the bleeding-footed guy when a voice came from behind.
"That pose is kinda scary. Albert, you got the bread?"
"Hmm···"
Glancing back, they averted eyes fast.
"Kuhk."
Front again—the guy groaned in agony.
"Spare me?"
"P-please···"
"Then, where's your boss?"
He nodded frantically.
His trembling finger pointed to a second-floor iron staircase.
"Lead the way."
He eyed his punctured foot, face crumpling.
"Dumbass, crawl then. Boss looks useless—want me to ventilate it?"
The fallen guy forced his shaking body up, dragging his leg to crawl.
Blood trails marked its worm-like path.
"What's your rank? Like action captain or some gang shit."
"I-I'm the f-f-foreman."
Shamefaced, he dropped his head mid-sentence.
"Oh, bullshitting me? Ears rotting, punk. Shut up and navigate!"
"····."
It crawled again awkwardly.
—Whack!
Kicked ass sent it flying, tumbling.
"Friend, navigate properly. Navigation, idiot?"
"Huff, huff, huff···"
I squatted to match eyes with the gasping wreck.
"Did I set the wrong destination? Ah, yes sir, patient."
Squeezing cheeks forced its mouth open.
"Ew, shit breath."
Practice pays off.
As drilled, I jammed a nail under the front tooth for grip.
Crunch, crrrunch.
"Gaaaack!!"
Felt like yanking weed roots—it popped out.
"Patient, your mouth stank of shit, so I pulled a tooth. Destination set right?"
"Uh··· uwaaa···"
"Need another pull to lock it in?"
Flailing in delirium, it regained posture.
"H-here, thith way, right thide thtairth."
Wind whistled through the gap, but it worked.
The blood-trailing crawler halted at the iron stairs, looking back.
"I'll help, friend."
Grabbed its hair and hauled it up step by step.
—Clang!
"Gak!"
—Clang!
"Kuhk!"
—Clang! Clang!
"P-people li···gak!"
At the top, it was a mess.
Knees scraped raw on solid iron stairs.
"Useless."
Pondering further use, Jeremy spoke up.
"Uh, miss."
"Yes?"
"Wouldn't it be better to off it cleanly?"
Jeremy eyed the trembling heap.
"Hmm, nah. Still got some life."
"N-no, I meant···"
Albert grabbed Jeremy's shoulder, subtly shaking his head.
Consensus reached—I gripped the nav's hair again.
"Navigate."
"Huff, huff. H-here, thith way right thtairth."
"See? Still functional. Gotta use things sparingly."
Dragging it a few steps led to a "VVIP Room."
—Bang!!
"Come out!!"
Kicking the door flew splinters into a surprisingly spacious room.
One guy kneaded a woman's breasts like dough.
Another snorted white powder busily.
A dude humped away while a slack-eyed wreck panted legs spread before him.
"Ugh, reeks of night blooms. You fuckers all losing it together. Air it out before you catch shit."
I waved my right hand, and the broken toy rebooted.
"Huff, huff, thtraight ahead ththairth."
Door-kick too loud? Gunshots ignored, but guys poured from side rooms now.
They filled the wide hall in seconds.
Easily over forty burly frames.
"Not even sushi chefs, always sashimi. Sheathe before dying."
Ignoring me, they narrowed the gap slowly.
"That knife flex. I got knives too, assholes. Daddy gave 'em."
Ding! ⚔ ITEM ⚔ Two Nameless Swords
● Pair of swords Mara prepared for Heavenly Peach.
Owner: Han Ga-eul (Heavenly Peach)