Seo Yuan didn’t look scared at all even with a weapon-like fist moving back and forth in front of his eyes.
He just looked up at Seok Beomjun with clear eyes.
“So are you going to come, here?”
His gaze was bright, brimming with anticipation.
Seok Beomjun let out a deep sigh with an annoyed face.
“Shit, I’ll go. I’m going.”
“Heh.”
“Happy?”
“Yes. I’m happy.”
Seok Beomjun looked down with a troubled expression at Seo Yuan, who was busy smiling foolishly.
What else could he do?
If he wanted to see the brat in front of him, they said he had to go there.
“So how much money do you get paid for proselytizing one person? Is that why you’re so happy?”
“Money? They don’t give things like that.”
“What? They don’t even give money?”
“Yeah.”
Seo Yuan looked at him with a gaze as if asking what the problem was.
Seok Beomjun ground his teeth, realizing that the bastard he called an acquaintance hyung had taken Seo Yuan, worked him to the bone for free, and even subjected him to sexual exploitation.
Should he rip him apart alive?
Tearing a person apart was no trouble at all. Seok Beomjun vowed to tear that guy into such unrecognizably tiny pieces that he’d bury him for good.
“It’s fine. My hyung has tons of money.”
“If that fucking bastard is overflowing with money, he ought to give some. Such a shitty thing to do.”
“He even makes me delicious food every day.”
“I can do that too, shit!”
Seok Beomjun shouted angrily.
The more he talked with Seo Yuan, the more the atrocities of that ‘hyung’ bastard were exposed.
Just hearing about it made him feel like he was going to die of boiling rage.
“Hey. What’s that hyung bastard’s name?”
“Why?”
“Just curious.”
“Yoon Seoho. Seoho hyung.”
“Yoon Seoho?”
“Yeah.”
Seok Beomjun chewed over the name Yoon Seoho.
Yoon Seoho, twenty-seven years old, has lots of money?
This was the only information he had acquired, but for some reason, the name wasn’t unfamiliar.
“Kid. By any chance, does that Yoon Seoho bastard have a trashy-looking face?”
“What’s trashy?”
“Does he look like he goes around playing while doing totally filthy things?”
Seo Yuan tilted his head.
Seok Beomjun couldn’t tell if he didn’t understand his words or if he was pondering them.
Soon, Seo Yuan let out an ambiguous reply.
“Hyung is scary when he gets mad, though.”
“He dyed his hair cheap blonde, didn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
That lunatic bastard was definitely him. He finally knew the identity of that ‘hyung’ the kid had mentioned.
Yoon Seomho, the second son of Semyeong Pharmaceuticals.
Seok Beomjun knew Yoon Seomho for none other than Candy.
The drugs Seok Beomjun distributed were flowing past chaebol families even into quasi-chaebol households.
Among the quasi-chaebol households, there was one place in particular that bought an unusually large amount of Candy, and that was none other than Semyeong Pharmaceuticals.
The eldest son was an ordinary person who didn’t need Candy, while the second son was an unregistered Esper, which was why he needed a lot of Candy.
Of course, that was one of the pieces of information Seok Beomjun had secretly dug up.
When dealing with such drugs, one had to keep at least one piece of leverage on chaebol families because you never knew what might happen.
That wasn’t the only thing he learned while investigating Semyeong Pharmaceutical.
He discovered that the second son, Yoon Seoho, was a complete and utter psychopath.
They said he committed every atrocity imaginable, to the point where even his parents had given up on him.
Curious about exactly what he was doing, Seok Beomjun investigated, and found a list of deeds that would make even him click his tongue in disgust.
It was standard for him to treat people as toys, playing with them for a while, and then, once he lost interest, chopping off their limbs to display on his walls.
He would either kill the toys he made like that or sell them to chaebol chairmen who enjoyed such things.
One day, it was said that some guy had picked a fight with Yoon Seoho at a gathering and had gone missing starting the very next day.
A few days later, that guy was found delivered to his parents’ house in a box, with all his internal organs spilled out; while there was no physical evidence, all circumstantial evidence pointed to Yoon Seoho.
It was the kind of behavior that couldn’t be committed unless one was mentally deranged.
Of course, Seok Beomjun had also done his share of cruel things.
It wasn’t easy to rise to the position of a criminal organization boss.
It was a position you couldn’t reach without getting blood on your hands.
However, the murders Seok Beomjun committed were mostly out of necessity.
The first was making an example of his half-brother, who had insulted his mother—who had already died—by calling her a “dirty mistress.”
He had personally cut off his half-brother’s cock and shoved it into his screaming mouth, forcing him to take time to “reflect.”
After that, he managed him for days so he wouldn’t die, tortured him, and then killed him in front of his father’s legal wife.
After all, that woman was the one who had murdered his mother.
Seok Beomjun clearly remembered the moment his mother died.
He remembered the woman who cruelly killed his mother, who had begged to be left alone to live quietly with her son because she didn’t need anything else, and the damn father who had stood by and watched it all.
The next turn was obviously his father.
After rising to the position of successor, he had eliminated his father’s right-hand men one by one, without anyone knowing.
When his father was left all alone, he reduced him to a state where he could barely open his eyes.
Right now, he was trapped in a sanatorium in the mountains, barely clinging to life.
He didn’t kill him on purpose, wanting him to die while lamenting his fate for all eternity.
In any case, his father wouldn’t last through the year.
“Why the hell did you have to get caught by a guy like that?”
Seok Beomjun didn’t want to associate with a bastard who committed murder purely for fun.
You don’t avoid poop because you’re scared of it; you avoid it because it’s filthy.
‘Fuck, should I just take him now?’
Seok Beomjun pondered for a moment.
Now that he knew the identity of the person holding Seo Yuan was Yoon Seoho, he couldn’t rest easy.
He didn’t know what that deranged son of a bitch might do to Seo Yuan.
“Hey. Do you have anything you’re being held hostage by him for?”
“No. I don’t.”
“Parents?”
“I’m an orphan. They said I don’t have parents.”
Seok Beomjun hesitated for a moment at the nonchalant answer.
Seo Yuan’s face didn’t show even the slightest concern.
Looking at his eyes, which had no sorrow, no emotion—nothing—he felt a strange sensation.
It was the subtle vibe he had been feeling from Seo Yuan since earlier.
“Aren’t you sad you don’t have parents?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure? Isn’t it possible to just not have them?”
On the surface, it seemed as if he was just used to not having parents and was okay with it, but in Seok Beomjun’s eyes, that wasn’t the case.
It really felt like a face that didn’t care at all whether he had parents or not.
Like an existence merely pretending to be human.
