Chapter 52

Chapter 52

I Became the Academy Mafia Chapter 52The sudden appearance of the vehicles made them panic.

“...

What are those?”

“Boss, aren't they coming this way right now?”

“Do you think I'm asking because I don't know?!”

The vehicles entered the parking lot where we were in an instant and surrounded them in circles.

Soon, men in black suits began stepping out one by one from the cars that had stopped simultaneously, and their expressions began to stiffen.

“This is insane... you think you'll get away with this?!”

Perhaps because they realized they'd fallen into a trap.

They pointed their guns at Han Seo-jun and me as they shouted.

“Boss, what do we do? S-shouldn't we run for it first?”

One employee, sensing the ominous atmosphere, asked their leader.

“How the hell are we supposed to run with them surrounding us, you idiot! Haa... Hey, brat. Call these people off right now. If you want to live, call them off!”

So in the end, their idea was to take Han Seo-jun and me hostage...

Pathetic.

At that moment, Han Seo-jun grabbed the muzzle of the gun and pressed it against his own temple.

“H-huh?”

When the guy reflexively raised his hand in surprise, Han Seo-jun twisted his wrist and snatched the gun away in an instant.

“Huh?”

While the guy stood there dazed by the sudden movement.

Han Seo-jun aimed the gun at him.

“Kneel.”

“Y-you crazy...! You think you'll be fine after capturing me? You think my guys will stay still if I die?!”

As he shouted that, the others around us raised their weapons and glared at the nearby bodyguards.

They looked ready to charge at any moment.

“Really?”

It seemed they meant it as a threat in their own way... but I shook my head and spoke to the bodyguards.

“Everyone, raise your weapons.”

As though they'd been waiting for my words, the bodyguards began opening their trunks and pulled out heavy weapons from inside, aiming them at the men.

Shotguns, submachine guns, assault rifles, even heavy machine guns.

Seeing every last one of them armed with heavy weapons, the private investigation agency employee slowly looked toward me.

“Even now, you think they won't stay still? I think they'll stay very still.”

“...

Please spare us.”

As expected, guns truly were the greatest negotiation method humanity had ever invented.

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“...

What? Failed?”

The Gangbul Private Investigation Agency in Jongno.

“Does that make any sense?! I paid you fifty million, fifty million! And now you're saying you can't carry out the request?”

“Then what the hell were we supposed to do?! Were we supposed to become bullet shields against that rich young master who goes around with bodyguards armed with heavy weapons?!”

Kwon Su-hyeop and the owner of the Gangbul Private Investigation Agency were currently arguing there.

“You're Awakened! Guns don't even work on you! You should've just wiped them all out and broken the bastard's arms and legs!”

When Kwon Su-hyeop exploded after hearing the agency owner's words, the man also reddened and shouted back at him.

“Don't work, my ass! Those bodyguards were all Awakened too! If anything, I'm the one who should be demanding answers! You sent us this request knowing we'd all get killed, didn't you?! Even my employees almost fucking died!”

The agency owner was going insane too. When they'd investigated the target, the information about him had seemed ordinary enough.

A rich young master who owned a somewhat large amount of shares in affiliates of Hanwol Group. His family relations even showed that both of his parents were dead, making him an orphan.

Then what the hell were those ridiculous bodyguards, and where had all those heavy weapons come from?

Even if firearms had been legalized in South Korea because of dungeons, that level of heavy weaponry made no sense unless they were soldiers.

“If you failed the request, then at least give me back the money!”

“Are you insane? You only paid fifty million credits for a request like this, and now you want that back too?”

The thoroughly enraged agency owner pushed a finger into Kwon Su-hyeop's chest as he spoke.

“Remember this. You just commissioned an assault against people you absolutely should not mess with. Got it?”

People he shouldn't mess with. Just what was that guy for them to say something like this?

“To be honest, I want to tear you apart right here and now. You know why I don't? Because your father is the guild master of Hunters. Hm? If you understand, then get the hell out!”

In the end, Kwon Su-hyeop was thrown out under the hostile gazes of the agency employees and returned home, unable to contain his boiling rage.

Just what, just what the hell was that guy that everyone acted like this?

Even Lee Haru of the ‘International Trade Club,’ who normally wouldn't spare him a glance, met privately with Han Eugene. The guys from the absurdly named ‘Board Game Club,’ despite being genuinely skilled, sided with Han Eugene, and Lee Se-ri of the ‘Recipe Development Club,’ who possessed a recipe that could shock the world, cooked for them.

“Just what the hell is he?! What the fuck is all this?!”

Then a good idea flashed through Kwon Su-hyeop's mind.

“If a private agency won't work... I can just ask someone else, can't I?”

He had gone to a private agency because he couldn't use his father's or the guild's name, but now that things had come to this, Kwon Su-hyeop's mouth stretched into a grin as he decided there was no other choice.

“Right. If not a private agency, I can leave it to professionals...”

Finding professionals wasn't particularly difficult.

Wasn't there an organization that could truly be called specialists in this field?‘Kowalnose.’A Mafia group under Calione, said to make even crying children fall silent.

Wouldn't the ‘Kowalnose Family,’ which had a symbiotic relationship with his father's guild, Hunters, accept his request?

With that thought, Kwon Su-hyeop was about to immediately head to the nearest Kowalnose Family office he knew.

“Hm?”

His father, who should have been busy with guild work at this hour, called him.

“Father, what's wrong───”[You crazy bastard! Stop whatever you're doing right now!]

“...

Pardon?”[I don't know what the hell you're trying to do, but stop it right now. Hm? Your father is begging you like this. Please...]

It was the first time he'd ever heard his father plead with him like that.

For Kwon Su-hyeop, the endless string of incomprehensible events was enough to drive him mad.

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“With this, there shouldn't be any more troublesome incidents for you, Young Master.”

After returning to the mansion, I instructed Han Seo-jun to leave a message in Calione's name telling the guy's father to keep his son under control.

Of course, it wasn't for my sake.

Once was one thing, but if he bothered me twice, I had a feeling Parnello or some other organization members would kill him instead of leaving it to me.

This time, I had been lucky enough to stop it before Father heard about it, but next time, who knew?

Father might learn of it first and move personally.

“Would he even realize that I just protected not only his life, but his entire family?”

“...

Considering the intelligence of someone who commissioned an assault on you through a private agency, he most likely intended to commission someone else again.”

No matter how much I thought about it, could he really be that stupid?

Even I didn't think he would commission another attack against someone who traveled with bodyguards armed with heavy weapons.

Well, there was no need for unnecessary bloodshed over children's games.

Besides, I needed to educate him personally, so using the organization's power on something like this felt a little excessive.

“You said there isn't any separate work this Saturday or Sunday either?”

Most of the assignments I'd received over the past four days had been nothing particularly significant.

That was only natural. Now that I'd become an executive, most executives handled matters related to their own territory, and my territory was the Academy.

But they couldn't exactly assign trivial work to an executive either.

And so, having entered a semi-forced period of rest, it had been a while since I'd resumed the successor lessons I'd previously put on hold.

“That is correct.”

“...

I'm going to die again.”

Parnello's lessons were downright demonic.

His astonishing skill at hitting me as painfully as possible while stopping just short of causing actual injury was still terrifying.

“Come to think of it, Young Master. Your celebration party for being promoted to executive is also scheduled for next week.”

“A celebration party for my promotion?...

Judging by that, Father must be hosting it.”

“That is correct. Normally, it would have been appropriate to hold it on the day you were promoted... but since the Maestro's clothes will be finished next week, it seems he scheduled it for that day.”

“...

Next week is going to be seriously hectic. An all-out war, a party, how many things are on my schedule?”

“Ah, and the Don

also sent an invitation to the chairman of Hanwol Group, so I imagine he will probably attend.”

People from my mother's side are coming too...?

I happened to have something to discuss with them regarding the ‘International Trade Club,’ so I didn't think it was a bad thing.

Besides, there had barely been any information revealed in the game about my maternal grandfather, the chairman of Hanwol Group.

So if I met him this time, I might be able to obtain something from the <​Character Encyclopedia> or learn new information.

I'm looking forward to this.

“Understood. For now, I'll assume that's how things will proceed.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

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I tended to greatly dislike the sponge cook who lived beneath Bikini Island.

After all, how the hell could anyone possibly like Mondays?

To me, Mondays were murder.

What a pain...

“Han Eugene, president of ‘Familia.’ Is it correct that you have mutually agreed with Kwon Su-hyeop, president of the ‘Ranger Club,’ to engage in an all-out war?”

“...

Yes. That's correct.”

“Kwon Su-hyeop, president of the ‘Ranger Club.’ Is it correct that you have mutually agreed with Han Eugene, president of ‘Familia,’ to engage in an all-out war?”

“Yes.”

“Then, in the name of the Seoul Hero Academy Student Council, I hereby approve the all-out war between the two clubs.

Lunchtime at Seoul Hero Academy.

While everyone else was eating or resting, the two of us were currently in the student council room completing the preparations for the all-out war.

The person granting permission for our all-out war was ‘Seo Yeon-su,’ a member of the Seoul Hero Academy Student Council who also held the position of Club Affairs Director.

She was also the person Ji Su-hyeon had personally approached with three club certificates and reached an agreement with.

“The all-out war will take place today at 3 PM, when there are no sparring classes scheduled. Since the sparring room fields are limited, it will be held on an outdoor field designed for large-scale battles. Do either of you have any objections?”

Both of us shook our heads.

“I have confirmed that neither president has any objections, so we will proceed. All procedures are complete. You may return now.”

After bowing at her words and leaving, Kwon Su-hyeop, who had been silent until now, glared at me.

“You... what did you do to my father?”

“Hm? What are you talking about?”

“Don't pretend you don't know. On the day the people I sent ran away from you in fear, why did my father call me practically crying and yell at me to stop?!”

Apparently, he was confronting me about what happened last week.

How ridiculous. It seemed Han Seo-jun had been right. This guy really was an idiot.

At his brazen attitude, I snorted and spoke.

“So you were the one who sent those morons? Pathetic bastard.”

“W-what?!”

Apparently realizing he'd accidentally confessed on his own, he panicked.

“If you were scared, you should've gotten on your knees, apologized, and begged for forgiveness. Instead, you're even acting proud of it. I'm honestly more dumbfounded than anything. Are you proud that you contacted a private agency and told them to break my arms and legs?”

“...

Shut up. I never ordered anything like that.”

“You just said you were the one who sent them, and now you're saying you never ordered it. Did getting your skull beaten in by facts give you short-term memory loss?”

“...

I said shut up!”

Having been thoroughly beaten down by facts, he exploded and tried to charge at me, but with a bang! the door we'd just come out of opened.

“...

Disturbances are prohibited in front of the student council room.”

Apparently she'd heard him from inside as well, because Seo Yeon-su glared irritably at Kwon Su-hyeop before going back inside.

Seeing him left standing there blankly with one hand raised after her sudden intervention, I turned away and sighed.

“As expected, Mondays are exhausting.”

Now then, shall we get the annoying business out of the way first?