How to Seduce S-Class Hunters with Bungeoppang - Chapter 63

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Chapter 63
A customer arrived at the Shop early in the morning. It was Park Jae-min, the Hunter.
Thunk.
Park Jae-min set his wallet down on the Shop counter with a broad smile.
“What do you think of my wallet? I just got a new one.”
“…It’s just an ordinary wallet.”
No, that wallet wasn’t something he’d recently acquired. I’d taken it from his office yesterday and had Se-ah leave it in a corner of the Event Venue. That was the very same wallet.
The only difference from yesterday was how flat it appeared, as if nothing remained inside. It seemed he’d discarded everything that had been in it.
‘I can’t let on that I know anything about this.’
I reacted as though seeing it for the first time while deliberately avoiding showing too much interest. Observing my response, he shrugged his shoulders.
“Actually, the part about buying it new was a lie. Some rat stole it from me. Though I got it back quickly enough.”
I paused mid-stirring the tteokbokki sauce and looked up at him. As our eyes met, his smile deepened.
“These days, rats are remarkably clever. When you keep saying how cute they are, they start coveting your belongings.”
“What exactly are you trying to say to me?”
“But here’s what’s strange—I know for certain the rat stole it, yet I can’t figure out why it did. That’s what puzzles me.”
Was it trying to buy cheese? He threw out a flat joke and chuckled quietly to himself.
“Customers will be arriving soon. Unless you have a reservation, I’d appreciate it if you’d vacate the space.”
When I looked at him with obvious exasperation, Park Jae-min nodded obediently.
“Of course. But let me make one thing clear—everything that was in my wallet has been disposed of. So oops! The information I went to such trouble to steal turned out to be useless, didn’t it?”
Park Jae-min stared directly into my eyes and tossed the wallet into the trash. Then he tapped near his chest.
“Thanks to you, I’ve acquired a new wallet. I appreciate it.”
When I heard someone entering, he wore his usual gentle smile. Then he turned his body away with a light nod of his head.
“Hunter Park Jae-min.”
I called out to him as he casually prepared to leave.
“Have you ever killed anyone besides monsters?”
Grasping the door handle, he turned only his head to look at me. Slowly tilting his head to the side, he smiled.
“That couldn’t possibly be true.”
The bell on the door chimed as he left. Ari, returning after disposing of the trash, exhaled the breath she’d been holding.
“Why does that guy have to create such a heavy atmosphere? Like he’s the protagonist of some drama or something!”
Ari shook her head vigorously as if trying to shake off the oppressive air. Even I, with almost no mana to speak of, had felt the pressure—it must have been far worse for Ari.
“Shop Owner. Are you alright? I could have handled him instead…”
“No, it’s fine. Se-ah already clashed with him once before, didn’t she? It’s better if she avoids him today.”
“Thank you for being considerate.”
At my request, Se-ah, who had been upstairs, carefully descended to the First Floor. Her face was pale, likely because she’d heard the entire conversation from above.
“Still, Shop Owner, that was too reckless. There’s nothing good that comes from provoking that man right now.”
“That’s right! Sister. I don’t know what’s going on, but the atmosphere was serious.”
You’re right. Even I had to admit that last question was somewhat dangerous. I nodded, accepting my mistake.
“I apologize. But I wanted to ask him at least once.”
I was curious how he would respond. When his ugly crimes were laid bare before him, what emotion would surface on his face? Fear? Guilt? Or perhaps shock?
But the emotion that appeared on his face was nothing at all. As if that matter meant nothing to him, or as if crushing an ant beneath his feet was hardly worth his attention.
‘His arrogance won’t last much longer.’
I clenched my fists. I desperately hoped his crimes would be exposed to the world as soon as possible. I wanted that simple, inevitable outcome—justice prevailing, the wicked punished.
But the world was far less accommodating than my hopes.
“Hmm, I understand what you’re saying.”
The Reporter sitting across from me at the cafe table wore an uncomfortable expression as he fidgeted with his coffee cup.
“The Incheon Gate incident isn’t something the public is curious about anymore… and making Park Sung-chul an enemy would be too much of a burden for us.”
“…But there’s so much evidence right here?”
“I’d like to help, but it’s difficult. I’ll just pretend I never heard this.”
The Reporter shook his head without even glancing at the evidence I’d presented. It was a refusal—he wanted nothing to do with this.
“Wait, please! Reporter, just once more…!”
But he left the cafe coldly, ignoring my pleas. This was already the fifth rejection.
Even the reporters who normally made such a show of exposing corruption in the Hunter world tucked their tails between their legs at the mere mention of Park Sung-chul’s name. I’d thought that with evidence alone, it would only be a matter of time before Park Jae-min crumbled. But I found myself utterly powerless before the towering wall of such immense authority.
When Se-ah saw me trudge back into the Shop, she stopped what she was doing and approached carefully.
“Boss… didn’t work again?”
I nodded weakly.
“It doesn’t seem like it’ll be easy. Everyone’s too busy watching Park Sung-chul’s face to even look at the evidence.”
“God, what cowards.”
Se-ah bit her lip in frustration. After a moment of thought, her eyes brightened as she spoke.
“What if I posted something online instead? On the Hunter Forum or a major cafe! If I post anonymously with photos of the evidence attached, wouldn’t it become an issue?”
It was a tempting suggestion, but I shook my head.
“No. If we do that, they’ll just call it ‘fabricated evidence’ or ‘government slander,’ and we’ll face a backlash that makes things worse.”
Once the ‘fake news’ frame was attached, people would never believe the truth, no matter how real it was later.
‘I only get one chance. I need to corner Park Jae-min so completely that he can’t even make excuses.’
But how? No matter how hard I racked my brain, I couldn’t come up with anything concrete. After parting ways with Se-ah, who promised to look into whether there was anyone around her who might help, I returned to the Dormitory with heavy steps.
After washing up and opening my laptop, Ha-nyang hopped onto my lap.
“What are you trying to do now?”
“…Just in case, I want to look for more evidence. There might be something I missed.”
I typed ‘Incheon Gate incident’ into the search bar. Thousands upon thousands of articles and posts flooded the results. Most covered the devastation at the time, the Hunters’ exploits, and the government’s compensation plan.
‘Most of this I already know.’
I scrolled down, again and again. Page one, page ten, page fifty… My eyes were beginning to burn when, buried far back in the results, a single post caught my attention.
[Looking for anyone who witnessed suspicious activity at the Incheon Gate incident scene.]
62 views. 3 comments. The title alone was unusual. I clicked on the post as if in a trance.
Author: Dong
If anyone has videos or photos taken at the scene during the Incheon Gate incident, please send them to the email below. I will provide compensation.
[email protected]
The post was from six years ago. When I checked the comments, it was almost laughable.
-Oh, this guy again. Getting familiar now
-What does this person do that they’re always collecting videos? Must be rolling in money;
-Lol should I just AI-generate something and send it
The comments were filled with mockery and ridicule. But the author didn’t seem to have given up. When I clicked to view all posts, I could see he’d been posting similar requests periodically for years.
‘My younger sister died in the Incheon Gate incident, but something about it feels off….’
From the initial posts, I could understand why he was searching for scene photographs from the Incheon Gate incident. He was a victim just like me. However, checking his recent posts, the last one was from one year and four months ago.
After a moment of deliberation, I copied his email address. I couldn’t simply pass by someone searching so desperately for evidence.
Subject: Hello. I’m reaching out after reading your cafe posts.
It’s late, but I’ve obtained CCTV footage from the scene during the Incheon Gate incident.
I’ve secured evidence of a Hunter—not a monster—brutally murdering civilians, and the victims are currently pooling our efforts to bring this incident to public attention. Your support would be invaluable. Please reply.
After hesitating, I finally pressed send. Would he reply? What if he doesn’t check it since the post was so long ago? A pessimistic thought crept in—perhaps the original poster had already given up.
About an hour passed. A popup appeared at the bottom of my browser notifying me of a new email. I frantically opened it.
[From: Dong] [Subject: Re: Reaching out after reading your posts.]
The message was brief.
If you’re preparing to bring this to public attention, I believe I can help. Would it be possible to meet in person and discuss the details?
‘Help with bringing this public? Who exactly is this person?’
I stared blankly at the laptop screen. An inexplicable excitement spread through my fingertips and coursed through my entire body.

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