The Civil Servant Who Concealed Their True Strength Turns Out to be a Master of Possession - Chapter 187

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A Civil Servant Who Hides His Strength Is Exceptionally Good at Possession – Episode 187

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Yulia Kim grimaced as she watched Byeon Gu-do staring blankly at the television once again.
[The resistance within the Hunter Association remains severe…]
Trapped in a residence completely sealed off from the outside world, the news channels relentlessly broadcast Choi Jun-gu being cornered, yet nothing about what he said during the investigation ever appears.
The more this continued, the more anxious Yulia Kim became.
How far would Choi Jun-gu go?
And how far would she need to respond?
“You look like you have a lot on your mind.”
At that moment, Byeon Gu-do’s smug face suddenly thrust itself near hers.
Every time she felt it—this man moved without any presence.
Right now, she couldn’t even tell when he’d put down the remote and picked up his phone.
“Ah, it’s here. Delivery food.”
At Byeon Gu-do’s words, Yulia Kim irritably tilted her head back.
Jjajangmyeon again?
Yulia Kim recalled a scene from a Korean film she’d glimpsed once, where they’d fed someone only dumplings.
Byeon Gu-do had been eating only jjajangmyeon for days now. With her.
She wanted to ask if he wasn’t tired of it, but whenever she opened her mouth, Byeon Gu-do would probe her with his characteristic serpentine manner of speech, so she’d simply kept silent.
Watching the door creak open, Yulia Kim felt the urge to dash out through the entrance, but she abandoned the thought.
The last time she’d tried that—
‘Ouch. Getting caught on the special iron gate really hurts.’
She’d suffered terrible pain.
Byeon Gu-do, that cruel bastard, had grinned wickedly while watching Yulia Kim writhe.
‘That iron gate—you made it? It’s the iron gate for containing Lamia from your warehouse. You’ve really made a lot of terrible things. We’ll put it to good use.’
That lunatic.
Yulia Kim had resigned herself to once again putting sweet, greasy noodles into her mouth.
But then—
“Now this looks delicious.”
This time, it wasn’t jjajangmyeon.
Something sloshed around in a round plastic container.
‘That does look delicious…’
Yulia Kim found herself thinking that.
‘Delicious my ass!’
This was all because of that cruel torturer!
Yet Yulia Kim, without realizing it, approached the rice with gleaming eyes and asked.
“Why are there three servings of rice?”
At that moment, Byeon Gu-do opened one of the side dish containers.
The smell of garlic pierced her nose.
It was a smell the Russians had despised intensely.
Kareiskii. Many of the Koryo-saram would cover their noses, saying it reeked of garlic.
Yet for her, it was a scent she’d grown somewhat accustomed to.
Familiar enough to despise, despicable yet familiar.
“Your Korean has gotten quite good.”
“….”
Yulia Kim clamped her mouth shut.
Frustrated as she was, she found it tedious to keep pretending she didn’t understand Korean.
“Yeah. This one’s for our youngest who’ll be arriving soon.”
“Youngest? You don’t mean another human like you is coming….”
Creak—
Her ominous premonition proved accurate.
Yulia Kim saw a woman standing in the doorway, grinning wickedly.
A woman with a familiar face.
With an impression resembling a large dog, the woman greeted her cheerfully.
“Hello there, Yulia. I’m the person whose fingers you blew off.”
Another lunatic had been added to the roster.

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“So, you haven’t given a single proper statement yet?”
Even as a bowl of sundae soup sat before her, Yulia Kim didn’t lift a single spoon.
Good grief.
Refusing sundae soup.
‘It’s really delicious though.’
I’d now completely accepted how happy I became just from the aroma of sundae soup.
“Are all Korean investigators just lunatics?”
At Yulia Kim’s question, I paused to think.
“No. There are lunatics, handsome men, and psychopaths too.”
“The handsome one—that’s me, right?”
Watching Byeon Gu-do point to himself, I laughed and answered.
“You’re the fourth category, sir. A thug.”
“Damn it.”
That’s when Byeon Gu-do grew angry.
Growl—
A sound of hunger emanated from Yulia Kim’s stomach.
As we all turned to look at Yulia Kim at once, she glared at us with a face flushed crimson.
“What. What is it.”
“Just eat. If you don’t eat this, the next meal will be jjajangmyeon again.”
I said, looking at Byeon Gu-do.
“She’s a jjajangmyeon killer, this one.”
At my words, Yulia Kim’s face stiffened.
She quickly picked up the spoon.
Then she took a sip of the sundae soup broth and her face brightened considerably.
‘After eating nothing but jjajangmyeon, sundae soup tastes so good.’
I smiled contentedly and slid the salt and pepper toward her.
“Season it to your taste~ This is—”
And I also offered a small ziplock bag containing perilla powder.
“Perilla powder. Sprinkle it generously and it tastes delicious~”
“What? Why didn’t you give me perilla powder?”
At Byeon Gu-do’s words, I pointed to the perilla powder on his side of the table.
“It’s right there.”
“Huh? Really? Why didn’t I see it?”
“Wear your glasses, will you?”
As I said this, before Yulia Kim could stop me, I generously sprinkled salt, pepper, and perilla powder into her sundae soup.
“I wonder if Korean food will suit your palate?”
At my question, Yulia Kim furrowed her brow as she looked at the broth mixed with perilla powder.
But she scooped up another spoonful of broth and began eating sundae as if she couldn’t help herself.
Watching her, I smiled faintly.
‘Well then, shall we begin now?’
How much I had dirtied my mouth making that perilla powder—no, Funny Mushroom powder.
I had enthusiastically cursed for the first time in my life, or so it seemed.
Of course, since the flowerpot’s name was Byeon Gu-do, I managed it relatively easily.
I waited until Yulia Kim finished eating before I opened my mouth.
“Yulia Kim, did you know your mother is still alive?”
At those words, Yulia Kim’s eyes widened.
Yulia Kim crumpled the spoon she had been holding right in her hand.
Oh. Completely magical, really.
“Don’t talk nonsense. Don’t you dare speak of my mother before me.”
Nonsense, she says….
She really doesn’t know.
I recalled what Imalra had written down before I came here.
That greedy bastard Imalra, who obtained red gloves and blue gloves in various colors yet still wanted a silver ring.
However, Imalra, like Kang Si-bang, was thorough about give and take.
Those guys who are supposedly her colleagues actually hide a lot behind the scenes.
Well, since Imalra still wasn’t very good at Korean, she conversed with X-Pago.
The words she had only recently learned amounted to this much.
Mother alive
I found out at the price of Imalra’s gloves.
“Your mother is alive. Your colleagues thought she might be useful someday, so they’ve been keeping a close watch on her.”
Even Byeon Gu-do beside me contorted his face at my words.
I could feel his gaze questioning whether I was telling the truth, but I didn’t blink an eye.
“Don’t spout nonsense. I watched my mother die with my own eyes….”
Instead, I tossed a photograph in front of Yulia Kim.
“She’s living quite well in a quiet village under surveillance. Of course, she’s missing an eye and one leg from a gunshot wound.”
In the photograph I threw, a middle-aged woman was dragging her leg as she walked.
I’d obtained that photo from Choi Woo-jin.
From Choi Woo-jin, who told me to use him as I pleased.
With just the specific location and name that Imalra provided, gathering this level of information was child’s play for Choi Woo-jin.
And my reason for bringing this photograph wasn’t simply to shake Yulia Kim.
I had no need to shake Yulia Kim.
Because I had the mushroom powder.
But I needed justification.
Justification to extract a confession from Yulia Kim.
Justification to make her believe she confessed without even realizing it herself.
Just like how the Chief made a revelation in the Hearing Room and then claimed it was a voluntary disclosure when he couldn’t contain the fallout.
“If you spend too much time here, your mother will be in immediate danger. Are you sure that’s alright?”
At my words, Yulia’s eyes turned fierce.
Just like when she detonated my fingers back then.
Ugh. Even thinking about it now, my joints ache.
“Then let’s start with our ledgers. As far as I know, there were some transactions at Busan Port too, so where is that ledger….”
I didn’t avoid Yulia’s gaze at all as I tilted my head.
Like an athlete stepping into a sparring match.
“Where is it?”

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