I Became a Black Market Tycoon with an Inventory - Chapter 142

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142 – Accident
142.
“I didn’t come here to buy Del Rosario Insurance. I came to buy the position of La Camara’s leader.”
Celeste shrieked in panic at my words.
She called out to the security outside.
“Security!!!! Guards!!! What are you doing? Get in here right now!!!!!”
She screamed at the top of her lungs, but the door didn’t open.
There would be no one outside that door.
Allen and his team had likely subdued all of Celeste’s security personnel and were waiting for us.
No matter how much Celeste screamed, no one would enter through that door.
When things didn’t go her way, she frantically pulled out her phone.
She had to call the police.
She had to call someone—anyone.
She had to escape this situation somehow.
But her phone was already in my hand with a single gesture from me.
If I could take a gun from someone’s grip, a phone was trivial.
“Huh?”
Her bewildered exclamation echoed through the conference room like a scream.
Now she had nothing.
She was someone who could have anything she wanted, yet in this moment, all she could do was utter a confused sound—she was powerless to do anything else.
She couldn’t receive help from outside, and her phone had been taken from her.
Now Celeste’s power and wealth were utterly useless.
She was merely a fragile woman in her fifties, sitting there.
“Who were you trying to call? Were you going to summon Esteban, the retired military officer? Or Miguel, the boss of the police organization?”
“H-how did you know that?”
“Did you think I came here blindly? I at least investigated who you are and who you’re connected with before coming.”
“You… you knew all that and still came here? You really wanted to die. If we mark you, you die immediately.”
This powerless woman in her fifties began to threaten me.
“Yeah. If you leave here alive, I’m dead. So I’m going to kill you. I don’t want to die either.”
“Hah. If you kill me, you can’t buy Del Rosario Insurance.”
“Were you listening to me? I don’t care about that garbage. Why would I burden myself with such a troublesome asset? That was just an excuse to meet you.”
“I…”
“What I’m interested in is the position of La Camara’s leader. But with you alive, it would be difficult to claim that seat. So actually, I came here to kill you. Thank you for meeting me so readily.”
“The position of La Camara’s leader isn’t something you can obtain just by killing me. La Camara exists because its members trust and follow me completely. Killing me won’t make you the leader of La Camara.”
“Thanks for the advice. But I’ll figure that out myself. I’d feel too guilty asking for help with something like that, especially when I’m about to kill you.”
“Please… don’t do this. Let’s talk instead. I can sell you Del Rosario Insurance at a good price, and I can arrange a high position for you in La Camara. There’s a path where we can both be happy. Why take the difficult route?”
Even in this situation, she attempted to negotiate.
It was a posture I needed to observe and learn from.
Even now, she was trying to secure profit.
“Didn’t you say happiness can’t be shared?”
“What?”
“What you said before. When you were acquiring that other insurance company through M&A. The other side said there was a way for both to coexist, that you should live together, but you said happiness can’t be shared.”
“That’s not it. There must be some misunderstanding.”
Her expression grew desperate.
I denied it earnestly.
“Damn it, why does this fucking misunderstanding keep showing up every single time.”
“Don’t be like that···”
“Enough. Scott.”
“Yes, sir.”
Scott, who had been sitting behind me, answered.
“Handle this quickly and let’s head home. I’m exhausted.”
“How should we do it? Should we make it look like an accident?”
“What about natural causes? I’d prefer natural causes.”
“Natural causes are a bit troublesome···”
Scott grumbled.
Scott’s only himself when he’s complaining.
Anyway, once this is over, I’m putting Scott through retraining.
Tires and Scott need to be worked to be at their best.
He’s lost some weight, but it’s still not enough.
Scott waddled toward Celeste.
Scott’s mere approach was an enormous terror for Celeste.
Normally, she feared no one.
But she was consumed by the primal fear of death.
With each step Scott took closer, her entire body seemed to stiffen.
Her hair stood on end, her breath caught, her heart twisted.
Yet Scott asked in a tone far removed from such terror—kindly, even.
“We have cardiac arrest and cerebral hemorrhage. Which would be more comfortable for you? Or if you have any underlying conditions, we can tailor it to that. If you have hypertension or diabetes, we can adjust accordingly.”
“Why are you doing this to me···”
In the end, she broke down in tears from sheer terror.
The White Empress, as she was called, was utterly pathetic before death.
“I’ll give you everything. Just let me live.”
She even began begging for her life.
“Why so tacky? You lived brilliantly. Let’s go out brilliantly too.”
“No, I’m telling you I’ll help. I’m telling you I’ll help you become the head of La Camara.”
“How will you help?”
“I’ll go with you and say you’re my successor to take over La Camara.”
“How will you say it? Say it here, right now.”
Celeste spoke plausibly about why I should succeed La Camara, and I recorded the scene on my phone.
It was a video that felt utterly devoid of sincerity.
But it didn’t matter.
It would be sufficient if Celeste herself declared me as La Camara’s successor in writing.
People live according to circumstances, not with genuine hearts.
“Even if you don’t mean it, isn’t this too much? I can’t believe it even watching you. We all know it’s a lie, but shouldn’t you at least make it convincing? Don’t you think?”
“It’s not a lie.”
“Scott. Did that just sound like a lie? Did it sound sincere?”
“I couldn’t detect even 1 gram of sincerity, sir.”
“See? It’s a lie. Do we really need to keep repeating this wasteful charade? If I kill you, it all ends.”
“I’ll give you Del Rosario Insurance—no, the Del Rosario Group.”
“Don’t worry. Once you’re dead, we’ll just take it ourselves.”
“What?”
“Your fingers will still be there even after you die. We can just use those to sign the contract.”
“That won’t work. That’s illegal.”
Celeste countered as if I’d said something absurd.
“It’s fine. I’ve pointed a gun at judges before, and they agreed it was legal. If I give them cab fare home, they’re incredibly loyal. I’ve done it several times, so I know it works.”
“You···”
“Didn’t you know? I’m Rebel Forces and a gangster. I don’t follow laws.”
“Then you’re···”
“Yeah. That’s right. I’m the person you’ve been looking for. The one who took Melchor’s fortune and tampered with your Del Rosario Insurance.”
“Gasp···”
“Any more questions? If the Q&A session is over, shall we adjourn? Let’s each go our separate ways.”
“No···”
“See you in hell. I doubt I’ll make it to heaven anyway. Let’s take a sulfur bath sauna there together.”
“Boss. Mixed bathing is not permitted.”
Scott interjected without reading the room.
This guy really knows how to roll with me.
“Really? Sorry. Mixed bathing isn’t allowed, then.”
“Please don’t. Just let me live. I’ll do whatever you ask. I’m serious. I can swear to it. I really mean it. Please, I’m begging you. Let me live···”
With those words, Celeste collapsed forward as if folding in half.
It was because Scott had struck her from behind.
Watching Scott, I spoke flatly.
“Make it look like a car accident.”
“Understood.”
*******
Breaking news.
Celeste Del Rosario, Chairman of the Philippine Del Rosario Group, has died in a traffic accident early this morning.
The Chairman’s vehicle crashed directly into a nearby building while she was returning home after finishing work.
Chairman Celeste is reported to have died instantly from the impact at the scene.
CCTV analysis revealed the vehicle repeatedly losing control and swerving.
This is known as a typical pattern seen in drunk driving accidents.
Police are expanding their investigation, keeping all possibilities open including the possibility of drunk driving.
An autopsy will be conducted to determine the exact cause of death.
We will provide further details as soon as additional information is confirmed.
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Renzo, Celeste’s husband, couldn’t make sense of what he was watching on the news.
Celeste didn’t drive.
She had a Driver for that.
She even worked inside the car.
That’s why she didn’t drive.
She considered time too precious to waste.
She didn’t drink alcohol either.
She said it clouded her mind.
Yet they were calling it drunk driving.
It was unbelievable.
But that wasn’t the only suspicious thing.
Before her death, she had signed a peculiar contract.
She had transferred all her stocks and assets to someone else.
Someone she had never even heard of before.
And that person was from the Cayman Islands.
What possible connection could Celeste have with someone from the Cayman Islands?
And right before her death, no less.
This was a conspiracy.
A massive conspiracy that Renzo knew nothing about had killed his wife.
Renzo felt anger before grief over his wife’s death.
He had to find them.
He had to find whoever killed his wife Celeste,
and he had to recover the assets that had been stolen from her.
He searched everywhere.
He visited every place that might offer him assistance.
The Police, members of Congress, La Camara, even the Chairmen of major corporations.
He went anywhere that might provide even the slightest help.
But nowhere did he find anyone willing to help him.
Some people openly expressed their relief that Celeste was dead.
She had been despised by so many.
They had been too afraid to speak during her lifetime, but now that she was gone, they held nothing back.
Yet Renzo felt a profound injustice.
It couldn’t end like this.
Celeste’s end couldn’t be like this.
She had been a titan of the Philippines.
A lavish funeral doesn’t make her death any more significant.
Even if she couldn’t return alive, she deserved to die with honor.
She couldn’t be remembered as a drunk driver who caused an accident.
First, I had to clear away the stigma of drunk driving.
I had to reveal that she was murdered.
At the very least, I had to prove that her death was unjust.
It was then that a man in a Hawaiian shirt appeared before Renzo.
Actually, when I came home, he was already sitting there as if it were his own place, reading a book.
“You’re here? Things must be tough lately?”
“W-who… who are you… entering someone else’s home… without permission···”
“If you knew who I am, you’d be dead. Would that be okay?”
“What?”
Renzo studied the man in the Hawaiian shirt carefully.
He appeared infinitely carefree, yet possessed a charisma so formidable it radiated from his very being.
Without realizing it, Renzo found himself shrinking in his presence.
“I know what you’ve been thinking lately, what you’ve been doing. Don’t.”
“What?”
“Don’t do it. That’s the only advice I can give you. I don’t want to have to deal with you too.”
In that moment, Renzo understood.
This man was the one who killed his wife.
He’d thought that finding his wife’s killer would ignite his rage,
that he’d want to tear him apart on the spot, but reality was different.
The first thought that came to him was that he needed to survive.
“You already knew, didn’t you? What your wife was doing.”
“······”
“You lived well thanks to your wife. You should have been satisfied with that. How much more do you want?”
“I was just···”
“I know. Born into wealth, living a life of comfort and luxury. But your family went bankrupt, and even knowing what your wife was doing, you couldn’t stop playing the young master. You didn’t just ignore it—you went along with it. You helped her.”
“It was for the Philippines···”
“You cared so much for the Philippines, yet the Philippines grew poorer while you all grew richer?”
“What was I supposed to do? That’s just how things turned out.”
Renzo shouted.
In this bewildering situation, he didn’t even know what he was saying.
He was just spewing out whatever came to mind.
“The fact that I came to tell you this directly—consider it the last courtesy I can extend to you.”
“You think I’ll just sit here? I’ll mobilize everything I have to catch you. I’ll throw you in prison!”
Since things had come to this, Renzo decided to bluff boldly.
He despised himself for not being able to utter a single word of defiance to the man who killed his wife.
He was pathetic for being afraid of such a man.
Yet the man remained composed.
“Haha. You meet enough people, you understand. They won’t help you. They’re parasites. They attach themselves to whoever has more to suck from. When they were attached to Celeste, there was plenty to extract. Now there’s simply more on my side.”
“You’ll experience the same thing someday.”
“True. I expect I will.”
“You’ll go to prison too.”
“Perhaps? But did Celeste go to prison? She committed so many terrible acts, robbed so many people of their happiness, yet she went to prison?”
“The judiciary ruled she was innocent…”
“I’m also expected to be innocent. So don’t engage in such reckless struggles.”
“Still, I can’t just sit idle like this. I’ll have my revenge no matter what.”
“I’ll cheer you on. Your revenge. But first, check again what you actually have to fight with. The Del Rosario Group? Connections in business and politics? Do you still have those?”
“I still have many weapons. I’ll definitely catch you.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right there whenever you want. So come find me if you’re confident. I’ll be waiting.”
“······”
The Hawaiian paused before speaking again.
“If I were you, instead of talking about revenge, I would’ve reflected and apologized. Like husband, like wife? Then I’ll treat you the same way. I’ll use the exact methods you used to torment people and steal their wealth. I’ll rob you of your assets and blackmail you using those same methods. The world hasn’t changed at all. Only the positions of master and servant have switched. You’ve simply gone from master to servant. Live as a servant. There will come a day when you’ll miss even this miserable day.”
Renzo trembled at those words.
He was already beginning to feel it.
It was reality.
The cold gazes of people who once welcomed him wherever he went.
Their lack of hospitality.
Without money or Celeste, Renzo was nothing.
He was merely an annoying fool.
Though he spoke of revenge, honestly he had no confidence in it.
Still, he wanted to at least claim he would have his revenge.
Since things had come to this, he wanted to ask what he was curious about.
“But why did you kill her?”
“Who? Your wife?”
“Yes.”
“Why I killed her… For the Philippines, for justice, for the revenge of the wronged… Nothing so grand. Celeste was simply blocking what I was trying to do. She wouldn’t listen to reason. Negotiation was impossible. It was unavoidable.”
“···..”
The man shrugged his shoulders.
Renzo had nothing more to say.
The man’s words were clear and simple.
No grand justification or sense of mission.
Just that an obstacle was in the way, so he removed it.
Those words meant that if Renzo blocked his path, he could be killed anytime.
That man was dangerous.
There was no stopping him.
Shortly after, Renzo settled all his remaining assets and left the Philippines with his children.
Leaving behind words that he would never return.
I had become a major player in the black market through my inventory.
142 – Accident
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