[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 114

“Friend, I can’t eat it.”

“It’s delicious.”

“Then just a little.”

As we ended the broadcast and stepped into the yard, I locked eyes with Albert, who was about to eat a flower petal with his mouth wide open.

“Looks like you’ve gotten close. That’s something our Pposiraegi likes, so we don’t give it to just anyone.”

“Ahem. Yes, we’ve gotten close.”

He scratches his head with an awkward expression.

Seems like he’s embarrassed to be caught talking to a small animal that doesn’t understand him.

“Baekseol, let’s go.”

“Okay!”

*Hop.*

As I catch Baekseol, who jumps into my arms, Albert also gets up from his seat.

“Albert, you rest here.”

“I will serve you.”

“Thank you for that.”

After straightening his clothes, Albert leads the way, and soon a black car approaches.

Albert walks to the rear door of the stopped car, opens it, and looks at me.

Being treated like a young lady, something you’d only see in movies, is quite embarrassing.

“Thank you.”

“Yes.”

As I get into the back seat, a man with bright platinum blonde hair is in the driver’s seat.

He immediately turns around and smiles brightly at me.

He feels quite different from the stiff, stone-like Albert.

“Young lady, hello?”

“Yep. I’m Ga-eul.”

“Haha, my goodness. Is your boss too beautiful? I’m Albert’s partner, Jeremy Farrell. Just call me Jeremy.”

“Okay, Jeremy. Nice to meet you.”

He’s the complete opposite of Albert.

He flashes a cool, toothy smile, and I just want to pick one out.

No doubt about his skills since he’s Albert’s colleague, but it’s a mystery how two people with such different personalities stick together.

*Clunk.*

As the bulky Albert gets into the passenger seat, the car feels like it’s sinking.

“Jeremy. Don’t be rude to the young lady.”

“Stiff guy. I was just saying hello.”

“If you mess with the young lady, I guarantee your life won’t last long.”

“Damn it, do you have to be so scary? We’re friends, you know.”

“Just drive. Our destination is where that loan shark we investigated last time is.”

Seeing them bicker right after meeting makes it seem like their partnership is more like friendship.

The car starts, and soon we arrive at a place with old buildings.

“Didn’t we warn them last time? Are they still here?”

“Yes, they’re still here.”

After parking the car, we walk and see a sign on the second floor of a worn-out building with peeling paint, revealing gray concrete: “Mi-so Happy Loan.”

*Click.*

“Whoa. Young lady, what’s that scary-looking mask?”

As I put on the usual mask, Jeremy makes a fuss.

“This is a traditional Korean mask.”

Leaving Jeremy, who keeps asking questions, behind, I start the broadcast right away.

<Han Gyeoul starts broadcasting>

“Hey, my babies? K-Secret Weapon, it’s Gyeoul.”

[Kyaaaah!! She’s here!!!]

[The crazy girl showed up!!]

[Where is this?]

[Sorry, sorry]

After exchanging warm greetings with the viewers, I handed the phone mount to Jeremy.

“Wow, I never thought I’d become a cameraman. You live long enough, you see it all. Right, Albert?”

“Shut up.”

[Is that English I hear?]

[What?]

As we entered the building and went up to the second floor, we were greeted by a surprisingly spacious area, unlike the exterior.

“You, what are you?”

Along with some thugs who seemed to be bragging about being gangsters.

“Young lady, I…”

—Whack!

Thud.

The guy who got slapped fell flat on his face.

“Damn! Our young lady is fierce.”

One of the thugs, who was slow to catch on and stayed in the back, belatedly pulled out a sashimi knife from his pocket.

“You crazy b*tch, do you know where you are?”

“Shut your stinky mouth if you don’t wanna die.”

They all pulled out their sashimi knives and swung them around.

They’re pretty straightforward friends.

Just a bit misguided.

—Crash!

Bang!

Hearing the commotion from outside, someone peeked out from what looked like an office at the end.

“Hey, Instructor.”

“Who are you?”

“It’s me, you bastard.”

“…Did the Arirang Group send you? I already paid my dues to the higher-ups for taking over Rodeo Market. Didn’t you hear?”

“That’s my turf, you f*cking moron. Talking about the Arirang Group, you idiot. Wanna die? Want me to turn your neck into an Arirang chant?”

[I’m really curious, who’s the bad guy here?]

[Hmm, dunno]

[Are they really gangsters?]

[From what I see, Ga-eul seems to be the real gangster]

As I slowly stepped forward, the guy in front of me backed away.

Not because of me, but because of the two big guys behind me.

“G-Gang boss. Why are you alone? Did you send the kids to collect the money?”

At the mention of being alone, the Instructor’s eyes shifted to the two thugs passed out behind me.

“I knocked them out. Don’t worry, friend.”

“…Did the higher-ups send you? I’ve never heard of a female executive on this side.”

“Listen, you bastard, if you don’t wanna die, just answer the questions.”

I saw the Instructor’s right hand subtly move toward his back pocket.

“Uh, uh. You sure you wanna pull that out? You might die.”

Sweat dripped down the Instructor’s face.

He was seriously contemplating whether to pull it out or not.

“I definitely paid on time, why is this happening?”

If he were a thoughtless thug, he would’ve just swung his weapon around, but it was almost admirable how he was trying to keep the conversation going, acting like he had a brain.

“I came to exterminate the pests crawling into my turf. You really don’t know why I’m here?”

[Dunno?]

[Lol, so cute]

[Is this scripted? Is this real?]

[From the way she talks, that’s definitely our Room Master]

[Shouldn’t we call the police?]

[Who are we calling? Our Room Master? She looks more like a victim here, lol]

“I even sent you a warning letter last time, didn’t you see it?”

At my words, he pondered…

The instructor, who had been cautious, carefully opened his mouth.

“Are you talking about that guy who crushed the wrist and sent it?”

“What, you saw it. But why pretend you didn’t? Are our instructor’s eyes just for decoration? Change the ink cartridge, will you?”

The instructor, who had been stepping back, finally stopped when he hit the desk.

“Gaaaang boss. That’s why you should just stick to money games, why did you even take the drugs? Just play around with money, huh? Expand your business a bit, live like that, wouldn’t that be better?”

Thud. Thud.

As I approached the instructor’s nose, the rough breathing became louder.

“You bastard, why are you trying to live comfortably? Is selling drugs that profitable? Huh?”

“…..”

“Once you taste it, it’s like a honey pot, isn’t it? Sweet? Did you think you could really expand the organization’s pie this way?”

“I’ll let go.”

“You’ve already stuck your neck into the beehive, what are you letting go of?”

“Then, what do you want me to do?”

“Cut it off, I guess.”

The instructor, whose face turned ashen, finally moved his hand slowly to his back pocket.

“Die!!”

Thud!

—Clang!

As I grabbed the swinging hand, veins started to pop on the instructor’s hand.

“What you guys do is all the same.”

Snap.

“Ugh. If you spare me, I’ll disappear.”

Drip. Drip.

“Ugh. I won’t show up again! I’ll clean up everything here too!”

Grind.

“Ahhh! Please. My wrist!”

“Should I cut it off?”

Even in this situation, he shakes his head vigorously.

“Gang boss. Should I cut it off?”

Squelch. Squelch.

“Ahhh!!”

“Should I cut it off?”

He shakes his head madly from side to side.

“Really?”

When I let go of his hand, he collapses to the ground, holding his half-crushed wrist.

At least Jeremy is filming from behind, so it probably won’t be shown to the viewers.

“Then, recite it.”

“Ugh. Huh, huff.”

“Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.”

[Did Autumn hit him?]

[Did you just realize that now lol]

[We thought it was a toy at first when we came in, but now it seems like we’re being swung around lol]

“Huff. I, I’ll talk. Ask me anything. I’ll tell you everything I know.”

From what I’ve experienced so far, to get close to people, you need to match their eye level.

Crouching down to match the instructor’s eye level, he trembles and glares at me with all his might.

[Wow, the posture is so thrilling, is he a seasoned professional?]

[Huh? Why is there a warm pizza bread in my hand?]

“Where did you get the drugs?”

“The sales book sets the date and throws it at the designated location!”

“Really? Jeremy, please turn off the mic.”

Looking back, Jeremy, who heard my voice, gave me an okay sign.

[What, let us hear too]

[Ah, it was so exciting!!]

“Speak.”

“It’s Monday. Monday at 4 a.m., halfway up the mountain, the unmanned cabinet at the bus terminal, and the water tank in the public restroom. I really don’t know anything else! The drugs were also started by someone who came and handed them over.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Yes, young lady. This much is enough.”

“We can track them down easily.”

Albert’s reliable answer makes my head nod on its own.

“What’s the upper organization?”

“I don’t know the name. There’s a huge organization, and if you pay tribute, they let you manage a certain area.”

“What if you don’t pay?”

“Retaliation comes. For small organizations like us, who just mess around in one market, there’s no way to fight back or resist.”

I glance at Jeremy, and he quickly understands, turning up the mobile phone’s microphone.

“Ta-da! That was Gyeoul’s show-show-show!”

[????]

[Was that really a show?]

[No, it felt so real though?]

[Wow, Ga-eul really nailed the content.]

[What about the guy who got slapped and flew? Was he a stuntman?]

[You actually believe that lol]

[Isn’t it obvious to believe it’s a show rather than the room master beating up gangsters? My brain can’t keep up.]

I place my hand on Gangsahjang’s shoulder and feel his trembling body.

“Hey, it’s real, right, Gangsahjang?”

“…..”

“Answer.”

“Y-yes!! Yes. It’s real!”

“Laugh.”

“Ha, haha, haha.”

“Hmm. Seems like you got stuck with a bad boss….”

I look at Jeremy when I hear the last voice, and he quietly turns his head away.

[So, who should we report?]

[I think we should report that weird masked woman.]

***

[Side Story]

[Unasked QnA]

[Q. The room master isn’t doing the sleep stream. What’s Ga-eul like when she sleeps?]

A. Raw as it gets.

***

Q. What about Baekseol?

A. Pposiraegi.