Chapter 171

Chapter 171

“Brother!”

“Are you all right!?”

The muzzle of a shotgun is pressed against his forehead but the assholes think their brother is in danger, and they’re about to pounce.

This is why I don’t like dumb kids, you have to teach them a lesson.

I smiled as I slowly hovered my finger over the trigger.

“Pretty soon you’ll be calling your brother Dullahan, aren’t you going to back off?”

Did the situation finally sink in? Mapak angrily stretches out his hand toward the others.

“Don’t come back! Don’t come, asshole! He’s going to shoot me!”

He’s exuding so much life, it’s a shame he doesn’t mean it.

As we walked toward the club’s entrance with him in the lead, I could see the bouncers looking surprised.

“The invitation.”

“Get out of the way!”

He gestured with a voice that sounded like a scream, and the club’s doors finally opened.

The invitation works, doesn’t it?

He hesitates, checks the guys on both sides, and cautiously steps inside the club.

“You little shit!”

One of the guards, who I thought had backed off, lunges at me and tries to punch me.

“......Did you think I was kidding?”

I quickly pass the shotgun behind my head and pull the trigger.

──Kaaaaaah!!!

With a tremendous boom, the guard is blown backwards.

The Aura explodes, and a smell similar to gunpowder smoke tickles the nostrils.

Mapak tries to scramble but he hadn’t realized its power until now.

“You’re coming with me.”

I pull him to his feet and shove him forward.

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you if you listen to me.”

They’ve done something, and I have no intention of putting them out of their misery, even if it’s only to the point of death.

They deserved to suffer for what they did.

“Now, let’s keep going, Mapak.”

“Hmph......hmph.......”

Mapak cries like a newborn baby, but I push his back with the butt of my gun, and he finally moves forward.

His cries create an odd harmony with the EDM music playing below.

-Dong! Dung! Ding!

Soon his whining is drowned out by the sound of the music, and I see a stage with tons of people dancing.

White smoke clouded the sky, and lights flashed incessantly. Lasers blazed in all directions, and amplifiers pounded in my ears.

That’s when my captor started talking.

“You see, there’s nothing there! Let go of me now!”

“There’s got to be a place where the VIPs hang out, not here. I wonder where that is?”

After looking around the entire club, I saw a staircase leading down to the basement.

Guards were blocking the stairs, so that must be it.

“Okay, let’s see if my invitation works this time.”

“Please......please......!”

I push my way through the dancing crowd, eyes half-closed and swaying hard.

People who don’t seem to mind at all, like it’s none of their business, despite the fact that a man is squeezing through the gaps with a hostage and a shotgun.

Apparently, they think it’s an event, and they just look in our direction and smile.

“Help me, help me, this asshole is real!”

“Waaaaaah!”

No, they definitely thought it was an event.

When we finally stood in front of the underground stairs, the guards looked in our direction and gave us a puzzled look.

“Mapak, what are you doing──.”

──Bang! ───Bang!

“Skip the boring repertoire.”

It was probably the funniest joke I’d heard in a while.

“KILL THAT BASTARD! Kill him! Kill him! Don’t you know that if my father found out, he’d be all over you?”

One of the guys who had taken cover, the one in the ridiculous yellow suit, pointed at me and started yelling.

Yeah, that’s the one with the daddy bragging rights, this one.

“Did you ask where I’m from?”

Well, I’ll do my daddy bragging, then.

“An enforcer from the Corleone Family Enforcement. Eugene Han Corleone.”

As I say that, I pull out my badge, symbolizing my status as an enforcer of the Corleone family, and hold it up to them.

“My dad is the head of the Corleone family, is your dad better than mine?”

With a snap, the scarred man’s cigarette falls to the ground.

“Co, Corleone?”

His eyes are hidden by his sunglasses, but it’s clear that his expression has changed from its initially laid-back demeanor.

“I’ve told you my affiliation, as you wish, and now it’s time to tell you my purpose...... and it’s simple. As of today, this area will be under Corleone control. Get down on the floor unless you really want to be killed.”

With that warning, I look around the room.

I see that all of the bound children are down on their stomachs, but most of them are still standing, staring at me blankly.

“Well, you want to go to the moon, so what the hell, I’ll fulfill your wish.”

I squeeze and unclench my hand, and Midas’s glove makes a screeching sound.

“Why don’t you hurry up? If you want to live, you’ll have to flee before the main force arrives.”

“Come on, everyone!”

“Yeah, that’s how you come out.”

If you come out like that, the tied up children will be safe.

* * *

The ashtray was still smoldering with the fishy scent of blood.

I grabbed a bottle of champagne from the ice basket beside me and took a swig, the cool refreshment and sweetness filling my mouth.

“......It’s non-alcoholic. Why are you drinking this shit when you have so much money?”

I wipe the champagne from my mouth and look around.

There are guys on the floor, some with bubbles in their mouths, some bleeding and crying.

And then there are those who just lie there, unresponsive.

As I caught my breath and started to walk toward the chained children the door I came through burst open and a group of men in black suits, led by Han Seo-joon, rushed in.

“Ah. Master!”

Han Seo-joon, with blood on his face, looks over and waves.

“You came.”

“Yes. I saw some on the way here, so I was a little late because I dealt with them. Are we done here?”

“As you can see.”

I quench my thirst with another cocktail.

“Take those kids tied up over there to the nearest center, give them some medical attention, and find out about their family ties and how they got here.”

“Victims? Okay, then......what about those over there?”

Han Seo-joon asks while looking at the ones on the ground.

“Take all the others to the warehouse. They’re scumbags who dabbled into human trafficking and drugs.”

“......Human trafficking. That’s what it is.”

And it was those guys who were the real culprits.

“That guy in the yellow suits over there, lying on the ground nearby. I hear his parents are great, so make sure they know exactly what happened to their kid, and make them work for Corleone.”

“Got it.”

With most of the work out of the way, he could organize the rest.

“I’ll go in and get some rest first.”

“You’ve worked hard. Master.”

I sighed as I headed out of the club.

“Really. I’m out here having a hard time, and you’re doing great with Latte, right?”

I guess I’ll have to go check tomorrow morning to see how well my Niflheim-style moral education worked.

...... Maybe I should pick up someone else on the way?

Preferably someone they’ll listen to.

As I trudge toward the car, I hear a song coming from behind me.

Fly Me to the moon-

Well, it’s a classic.