The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 129

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Chapter 129: Clean and Simple

An article came out about the girl who had almost been kidnapped and sold.

【Missing Girl Returns to Parents’ Arms After 48 Hours.】

【Fortunately, but the kidnappers have not yet been caught.】

【Newseoul Police Station plans to focus all efforts on arresting the culprits.】

Sorry, but the investigation will be difficult.

Because all the culprits are dead.

I even threw their corpses to the magical beasts as food.

Kim Tae-ju’s Residence in Gurye.

Kim Dong-hun had decrypted and organized all the deep web encrypted records he downloaded and brought them over.

“These are transactions scheduled to proceed in the future, but fortunately there were no organ sales or human trafficking. It’s mostly information purchases or drugs, illegal weapons, and so on.”

Even those transactions were suspended because the main server recovery wasn’t complete.

“Here are the records of past transactions.”

“I see? That aside, by now those deep web operators must have almost restored their server, right?”

“Probably so? They would have gathered only quite skilled people on their side too.”

What Kim Dong-hun hacked was only part of the main server data.

There must be much more material remaining at their headquarters.

Whether I go to Hokkaido to steal the data, or thoroughly destroy it so it can’t be recovered, I need to finish this somehow.

‘Should I go take care of it soon?’

In the midst of that, a phone call came in.

“Hello.”

– Chairman, this is Moon Gyeong-sik.

It was Section Chief Mun Kyeong-sik from the Imperial Demon Suppression Unit.

After exchanging brief greetings.

– Actually, a disappearance case suspected to be the work of demons has occurred.

“Ah….”

– The missing person is a Regular-grade Awakened Guard. The possibility of it being demons’ work is very high. Awakened Guards below Expert level are demons’ main targets.

“Who is the missing person?”

If he’s not dead yet, I can find him.

– The missing person’s name is Ahn Hyeong-dae, a professor in the Department of Crystal Engineering at New Seoul University. He’s from a founding father family so he has considerable power too.

“That’s unfortunate.”

– But during the investigation, a peculiarity was discovered….

“What is it?”

– While searching the missing person Ahn Hyeong-dae’s house, a deep web-only access device was found in his personal safe.

“….”

So it was that bastard.

The buyer bastard who boasted loudly asking if I knew who he was.

– I’ll send you a photo.

Ding.

A message from Moon Gyeong-sik also arrived on the smartphone.

Looking at the attached photo, it was indeed him.

– You probably don’t know well, Chairman, but there exists a secret network trading site called the deep web. All kinds of items are traded there, and it seems Ahn Hyeong-dae was also lured by a demon hiding their identity while trading goods.

“If he was trading through the deep web… this missing Ahn Hyeong-dae probably wasn’t a very good person either.”

– That’s right. Honestly, he’s as bad as demons. He was once investigated as a suspect in a secret prostitution establishment hostess murder case but was eventually cleared due to lack of evidence.

Good that he died.

No, good that I killed him.

– If clues are found during the investigation, may I request your help?

“By all means.”

Though you won’t find any clues.

‘Anyway, if the Imperial Intelligence Agency also knows about the deep web’s existence….’

It might be good to use the Imperial Intelligence Agency.

For dealing with the buyers and sellers who used the deep web.

‘First, let me catch that bastard.’

And so, late at night.

Tae-ju flew to Asahikawa, Hokkaido.

‘Shall I recall?’

Tae-ju took out the tracking talisman and held it in his hand.

Everything about Minamoto Shin-ichi that Kim Dong-hun had collected for him.

His age, educational background and other personal information, plus photos with clear shots of his face, interview videos… the more information there is, the better the talisman works.

Whoooosh!

The tracking talisman burst into flames and flew up into the sky.

At the same time, information about Minamoto Shin-ichi’s location entered his mind.

“…He’s not here?”

Good thing I used the tracking talisman.

* * *

Sapporo.

Minamoto Guild’s second headquarters.

Though smaller and shabbier than the Asahikawa headquarters, is this the time to be picky about food?

At the new base, Minamoto Shin-ichi was holding a strategy meeting with his three closest guild executives, all subordinates were Superior Experts.

“The main server is 99% restored.”

“What about the remaining 1%?”

“Additional security work is needed. We plan to create firewalls, bypass devices, and traps.”

“Get it running as fast as possible. Currently, customers’ complaints have reached their peak.”

Competing companies are abundant.

It’s a situation where other companies might surge ahead taking advantage of the operational suspension.

“And as soon as operations begin, dump the stockpiled drugs cheap.”

“How cheap…?”

“Hmm, one-tenth. Put them up at dirt cheap prices.”

“Then the losses will be huge.”

“It’s fine. Making departed customers return is more important.”

Just selling drugs cheap isn’t enough.

After thinking for a moment.

Minamoto Shin-ichi gives orders to his subordinates.

“You guys go down to the southern islands and kidnap some useful women.”

“How many?”

“About 5.”

“…Are you going to sell them? The risk would be high.”

“We can handle it within the archipelago. Delivery is easy too.”

Young women are still the most popular items.

We need lots of goods to sell for members to come back.

Since the former Japanese archipelago, a colony of the Samhan Empire, is also full of buyers.

Right at that moment!

“You guys still haven’t come to your senses?”

It was Tae-ju who appeared after releasing his invisibility talisman.

But his outward appearance was that of Burmese dictator Min Tanu.

“Gasp!”

“What?”

“Mi, Min Tanu?”

Minamoto Shin-ichi and the executives were startled.

His sudden appearance was surprising, but more than that….

“…Is, is it really Min Tanu?”

“Can’t you tell by looking?”

“No, no way? That can’t be. You’re not Min Tanu.”

“Right, let’s say I’m not.”

“I don’t know who you are, but you’re definitely the bastard who wrecked our server.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Swish.

Minamoto drew a Japanese sword made with elite crystals from his waist.

“So a polymorph? Looks like you have invisibility items too.”

“Think whatever you want.”

Minamoto’s eyes were stained with greed.

Polymorph and invisibility artifacts.

Items you couldn’t easily obtain even with money.

“You made a mistake. You shouldn’t have come here.”

Then he poured several pills from his pocket into his mouth.

His closest guild executives did the same.

‘What are they eating?’

Suddenly!

Whooom!

The fluctuating energy of mana.

Their hair shot up toward the sky.

It seemed like uncontrolled mana was bursting out through their hair.

‘…Pills?’

Their aura had changed.

They had definitely gotten stronger.

‘Hmm, it’s not an elixir.’

Then what?

There were similar drugs in Gangho Murim too.

For example, the Mad Soul Pill.

A type of drug that exploded one’s potential to produce more than twice the usual strength.

It also had side effects of being unable to use strength for several days after taking it.

But this was just ridiculous.

How dare they take drugs in front of Jeoldaedokma?

Minamoto and his gang’s eyes turned blood red.

Bulging muscles writhing in their forearms.

“Huff, huff, arrogant bastard, you dare show up here trusting in a few artifacts? I’ll cut you to pieces and kill you.”

Rough breathing.

Confident expressions.

Well, their strength had increased more than twice, so they couldn’t help but feel confident.

“Kill him!”

Spot!

Tae-ju was the first to meet them.

Poison emission was basic.

Phantom Foresight.

Simultaneously, Golden Flow Hand, Bone-Crushing Twelve Hands.

A martial art that pulverized bones.

First, one guy.

While slightly dodging the sword thrusting toward his head, he grabbed the neck and twisted it.

Crack!

Dodge, grab, break.

Crunch.

Spot!

Getting close and throwing one punch.

Thwack!

Crack.

Skull caved in.

“…Huh?”

Hesitation.

Minamoto froze in his charging posture.

‘Why is everyone down?’

He had seen him move first.

The flickering shadows too.

He just had to ambush from behind while his subordinates bought time. But it was already over.

This quickly?

And why did his strength keep draining away?

‘Wh, what the hell?’

Minamoto gritted his teeth hard.

Zing!

A mana blade formed on the Japanese sword.

“Bakayaro!”

Spot!

He swung with all his might.

‘Did I cut him?’

Of course not.

Grab.

“Gack.”

Minamoto’s neck was caught in a single move.

He tried to break free, but his body wouldn’t move.

“W, wait, let’s talk for a moment.”

“Suddenly?”

“Wh, what’s the reason? W, we didn’t do anything to you.”

“Do you need a reason to kill bad guys?”

“M, money. I’ll give you money. I have a spatial bag too. If you spare me…”

“Don’t need it.”

Well, I do need it though.

“I’ll tell you honestly. I’m not Min Tanu.”

“Th, then?”

Tae-ju leaned close to Minamoto’s ear and whispered.

“Kim Tae-ju.”

“…What?”

Crack!

Minamoto’s neck broke.

Thud.

‘Phew.’

He had killed too many people these past few days.

It would be a lie to say he felt nothing about it.

But he had no regrets.

Some people say.

No matter how evil someone is, shouldn’t you give them a chance at redemption?

That’s half right.

There are definitely criminals who have room for rehabilitation.

But these bastards absolutely are not.

Just moments ago, they were planning to sell drugs and kidnap women for their own profit.

‘Speaking of which, they were talking about a subspace bag earlier…’

Searching through the fallen Minamoto’s body.

‘Here it is.’

It was attached to his waist.

A sling bag-style subspace bag.

‘There’s quite a lot inside.’

I’ll check it later.

Tae-ju pulled out a smartphone from the dead guild executive’s pocket.

His fingerprints were already changed, so he only altered his voice and dialed 113 to report to the Ministry of National Intelligence.

“Hello. I’d like to make a report… No, it’s not about Mages. Deep Web, was it? This is supposedly the Deep Web headquarters… Who am I, you ask? Well, who could I be? Anyway, come quickly.”

Tae-ju didn’t hang up the phone and left it quietly on the conference room table.

He also left the corpses behind.

Hissssss…

He withdrew the poison he had released.

The Ministry of National Intelligence would handle the Deep Web investigation themselves.

Let’s confirm the agents arrive before leaving.

Clean and simple.

A moment later.

Weeeeee!

The sound of sirens could be heard.

Swoosh!

Tae-ju’s body also disappeared.

* * *

An emergency strategy meeting was held in Hwangcheon-gye.

The agenda was punishment for Eumma who committed treason and finding new Seondo coin revenue businesses.

Gangrim Chasa spoke with a tense expression before Yama and the Pangwans.

“I’ll report on the punishment plan for Eumma. First, we’ll send him to Scorching Hell to burn him thoroughly for several days. Then we’ll send him to Freezing Hell to freeze him, and in Sword Hell we’ll slice his flesh like filleting fish…”

It was a plan he had put considerable thought into.

But it was still insufficient.

Because Eumma’s crimes were too great.

“I told you to deal with him creatively.”

“I racked my brains as much as possible.”

“Forget it. What should I expect from you? Move on to the next agenda. It’s the most important matter.”

A sustainable coin supply plan.

A way to use the Immortal Realm Multiplex for as long as possible somehow.

Opinions came pouring in.

“Should we try extending the construction period? Increase break times, overlook laziness, and delay the work…”

“No way. Do you think the sharp-eyed Immortals will just sit still?”

“Or maybe we could create other work.”

“Like what?”

“How about expanding roads?”

“Swordsman is already doing that. He says supercars might come in soon.”

“Wow! As expected, Swordsman has it all planned out.”

“Is this the time to be impressed?”

Ah!

Hwangcheon-gye’s assets were meager except for labor.

The Immortals receive one Seondo per day and convert it to coins, while the Celestials get coins deposited just for picking flowers.

“I thought of something.”

“What is it?”

“Just because the amusement park is built doesn’t mean it’s all over. Won’t we need personnel for maintenance?”

“Oh! That’s right. We need to clean and repair damaged facilities.”

It’s a decent idea.

“If we dispatch model Sinners to work…”

“Are you crazy? Why would we entrust that to those Sinner bastards?”

“Right, I can do it.”

“…No! I’ll do it. I’ve been on site the longest.”

“Hey! You guys, those without seniority should shut up.”

Then Gangrim quietly raised his hand to request speaking rights.

“I also have something to say.”

“What? Speak up.”

“I once had a conversation with Iron Seonin.”

“What about?”

“He said when Seongyeworld is almost built, they’ll work on attractions like making a Ferris wheel.”

“I know that too.”

“But he said there’s a shortage of iron.”

“Iron?”

Wood and stone materials are abundant in the Immortal Realm, Hwansu Realm, and Yoma Realm.

However, iron is hard to find.

Even if there’s wood as hard as iron, it’s somewhat unreasonable to make attractions only with timber.

“But why is that relevant?”

“Don’t we have metals lying around everywhere in our Hwangcheon-gye?”

“Ah!”

That’s right.

The most representative mineral is black iron.

What’s the Black Bottom Hell punishment right now?

Isn’t it digging out the black iron laid on the floor?

“It is troublesome to deal with.”

“The quality is good too. It contains the energy of Hwangcheon, so it blocks evil spirit intrusion, it’s sturdy, and doesn’t rust…”

Actually, Black Bottom Hell has the nickname of the primordial hell.

All hells started from Black Bottom Hell.

They dig the floor, dig, and keep digging until sufficient space is secured, then make it into a hell with specific attributes like fire or ice, then dig again in another place.

They’ve been digging for countless eons.

So hell continues to expand.

Are there too many evildoers?

What to do with the excavated black iron?

They just piled it up.

“Look at the countless mountains rising throughout Hwangcheon-gye. They’re all piled up black iron. If we sell that…”

“Hah!”

Yama sighed while watching Gangrim’s passionate speech.

“How can the head of the Chasas be this stupid?”

“…Pardon?”

“Let’s say we provide black iron as you suggest. How much do you think they’ll need?”

“Ah…”

“Attractions? Even if they make the entire Blue Dragon train or carousel out of iron, one day’s work from Black Bottom Hell would be more than enough.”

Yama was right.

Black iron wasn’t sustainable either.

Once all the attractions are built, there’s no more need for it.

“What if I suggest making the entire building out of iron too?”

“It’s almost finished being built.”

“Let’s tear it down and rebuild it…”

“Would that work?”

“…”

“Go over there and bang your head against the wall.”

“Yes.”

But Yama was thinking of taking the black iron ore to meet Dok-seon.

There was no choice.

He had to gather even souls to secure Seondo coins.

However, the key issue was whether Dok-seon would accept this black iron.

He really hoped he would buy it.

Even at a dirt-cheap price, it didn’t matter.

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