[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 122

“Take care on your way.”

“Yeah, I’ll be back.”

Walking briskly with a cheerful stride, Eonni waves energetically, looking a bit tired.

[⚔️Darini is so cute]

[⚔️So, what do we do now?]

“Us? Hmm.”

After seeing Eonni off, I went back up to the rooftop room and lit a cigarette.

─Click, click.

“Phew─ There’s a mountain of work to do.”

Blowing out cigarette smoke, I noticed the sky was filled with dark clouds.

“Should’ve sent her off with an umbrella. Looks like it’s going to rain.”

[⚔️They said it would rain today]

[⚔️Looks like it’s going to pour?]

“Really? You guys should take an umbrella too before you go out.”

[⚔️Ok]

[⚔️I have no reason to go out]

“Phew──.”

As I exhaled the last puff, the cigarette, with nowhere left to burn, finally went out.

“Guys, I’ll end the morning broadcast here.”

[⚔️?????]

[⚔️Oh no, the country is falling apart, Bangjang-ryeonㅠㅠㅠㅠ]

[⚔️Why did I wake up at this hour, even getting praised by mom]

“Haha. It’s good to get praised. I have work to do.”

[⚔️Oh no, this can’t be happening]

As I mechanically tried to turn off the broadcast without doing much, I faced opposition from the viewers.

“We decided to go on an overseas trip, remember? I have a lot of work piled up, so I need to finish it quickly to go.”

[⚔️That sounds fun]

[⚔️ㅠㅠ At least show us Baekseol before you go]

“Baekseol?”

Lifting my arm, I felt the fur of Baekseol, who was fidgeting above my head.

Sliding my hand under Baekseol’s armpit, I pulled down the sleepy-eyed Baekseol.

“Ta-da.”

[⚔️Lol, looks sleepy]

[⚔️So cute lol]

“Baekseol, say bye-bye to the uncles.”

“I’m hungry.”

Ding!

As I offered Baekseol’s food, it wagged its little front legs.

[⚔️Really smart, is it really a rabbit?]

[⚔️At this age, hearing ‘uncle’]

“My kids, see you later. Bye-bye.”

[⚔️Bye-bye]

[⚔️Bye-bye]

<Lady Han Ga-eul has ended the broadcast>

“Baekseol, I’m going out. Want to come?”

“Yeah!”

Baekseol, who had been sleepy, perked up.

This guy doesn’t like going out; he likes the shower before going out.

“Alright, let’s go wash up.”

“Okay!”

Entering the bathroom, I first adjusted the shower’s water temperature.

Warm enough to create steam that Baekseol loves.

As the water poured down, Baekseol, who was first under the shower, shook its body.

“Warm?”

“Excited!”

Applying shampoo to Baekseol, its figure almost disappeared under the foam.

It bounced around here and there, not slipping at all.

“Let’s get you all clean, Pposiraegi.”

“Okay!”

After washing its body and rubbing its small paws with my thumb, it was done.

Its small frame didn’t leave much to wash.

“All done. Shake off the water.”

Wrapping a towel around my hair, I glanced at the floor to see Baekseol vigorously shaking its legs.

“Out.”

“Shook it all off?”

“Yeah.”

Opening the bathroom door, a refreshing air hit my whole body.

Baekseol, feeling cool too, wiggled its butt and went ahead.

─Splash!

“Ah! I thought you shook it all off!”

“Good!”

Every time we shower together, it’s a battle.

Baekseol loves eating, sleeping, and playing.

Living with this little guy, barely the size of a palm, isn’t so bad after all.

“Rub rub.”

“Alright, I’ll lay out the towel for you to rub.”

“Okay!”

***

Finishing the preparations to go out, as I stepped outside, a black car approached me as if it had been waiting.

The driver’s window rolled down, revealing a handsome man with platinum blonde hair, showing a cool smile.

“Hello, young lady. You look lovely as always today.”

“Hello. Jeremy, you look dashing too.”

“Haha. I guess I’m a bit of a pushover.”

As I was exchanging greetings with Jeremy, a person who got out of the passenger seat walked over.

“Young Lady, I’ll escort you.”

“Hello to you too, Albert.”

“Yes, Young Lady. Good morning.”

Two people with starkly different personalities are riding in the same car.

The only thing they have in common is that they both call me “Young Lady.”

*Click.*

Albert approaches, opens the rear door, and stares at me intently.

I wish they wouldn’t do this kind of thing, but hearing “Young Lady” so often that it feels like my ears are growing calluses, my body now reacts automatically.

“Good to see you, friend. Good morning.”

It seems Baekseol greeted Albert.

When the stoic Albert extends his fist, Baekseol taps it with her tiny front paw.

I have no idea when they became best friends.

After giving Baekseol some time to greet Albert, I get into the back seat, and Jeremy immediately steps on the gas.

How long have we been driving?

“Young Lady.”

“Yep.”

While playing with Baekseol, who had climbed onto my lap, Jeremy, who was driving, spoke up.

“You’re not planning to charge right in, are you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m planning.”

“…..”

Jeremy, seemingly at a loss for words, elbowed Albert, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

“Albert, the Young Lady is in danger.”

“….So?”

“What do you mean ‘so,’ you lunatic? Didn’t you read the materials I sent you? The gang has over thirty members!”

At first, Jeremy was whispering, but now he raised his voice in disbelief.

“I’ll gladly pray for their souls.”

“Ugh… You’re hopeless.”

Jeremy, clicking his tongue in frustration, fidgeted with his right hip.

Despite his words, it seems he was checking to make sure his handgun was still there.

While giving Baekseol a massage as she lay on my lap, listening to the two bicker, we seemed to be nearing our destination.

“Young Lady, we’ve arrived.”

“Thanks for driving.”

As I got out of the car, I saw a building entrance ahead.

A large, sophisticated-looking entrance, not exactly flashy but refined. Above it was written “Club Capone” in English.

“Albert, what’s Capone?”

“Not sure.”

Jeremy, standing next to me, stroked his chin as he looked at the club entrance.

“Probably inspired by Al Capone. They must think they’re some kind of mafia.”

“Wow. Albert’s hometown buddy, huh?”

“Shut up.”

Albert’s hometown is Chicago, so that’s probably why he reacted that way.

*Click, click.*

“Whew— But is the big boss even here at this hour?”

At my question, Albert and Jeremy, who had been arguing, turned to look at me.

“We only watched for a day, but yesterday they were drinking here until sunrise.”

“Hmm, well, if he’s not here, we’ll just have to find him. No big deal.”

I lit a cigarette and walked up to the door, turning the handle, but it didn’t budge.

“It’s locked.”

“Young Lady, I’ll—”

*Crash. Smash!*

“It’s open.”

“…..”

After tossing the broken door handle to the ground, I opened the door to reveal a staircase leading underground.

“Let’s go down.”

The fancy lights installed on the staircase.

The deeper we went, the stronger the smell of cosmetics.

The stench of cigarettes.

The overpowering scent of air freshener.

The smell of alcohol.

The further down we went, the more it felt like stepping into a different world.

Opening another door at the end of the staircase revealed the messy interior of the club.

Cigarette butts littered the floor, and liquor bottles were scattered on the tables in the back.

And a group of people gathered on the other side, laughing among themselves.

They didn’t seem to notice I had entered.

“Whew— Come here!”

*Crash!!*

*Bang!*

I kicked a nearby table, and it flew with a loud noise before crashing.

“What, what the hell!”

“What do you mean ‘what’? We’ve got a guest, you idiots.”

The guys who had been smoking and hanging out turned their attention to me, belatedly.

Dressed in a suit that looked like it was about to burst from his massive frame,

There are guys. Only those who are somewhat big in size were gathered.

“Young lady, if you’re drunk, go home and sleep. If you cause trouble here, you won’t end up well.”

Now, even those kinds of guys are calling me “young lady.”

“Where’s your head at?”

“Huh…”

Seeing Albert and Jeremy standing behind me, he pulls out a knife from his pocket and approaches.

“Wow, I’ve never seen a pretty girl like you before. Are you a model? A celebrity? No, I’ve seen all the girls who are famous around here, but I’ve never seen one like you.”

What’s so fun? With a smiling face, he swings the knife and gets closer.

“Wow. You’re really something. Look at this damn girl, she’s so pretty. Hey, big bro will treat you well, let’s go.”

“How exactly are you going to treat me well?”

“Can’t you see? It’s already standing up.”

The guy who was pointing at his crotch with the knife tip giggles and gets closer to my face.

“What’s that rabbit on your head? I’ll make that into meat…”

—Bang!!

“Gah!”

A loud noise echoes through the wide club, and a hole is pierced through the instep of the guy in front of me.

Blood spurts out from the hole.

“Gasp.”

Jeremy next to me looks at me with surprised eyes.

He probably didn’t expect me to shoot without hesitation.

“That fluffy thing on my head is my family. Isn’t pork better than rabbit meat?”

The guy who was approaching first gets a hole in his instep, and the guys following him freeze.

“I’m not a good shot. If you’re far away, I might hit the wrong spot. Come closer.”

I flip over the guy who was writhing in pain, and he’s a mess of tears and snot.

—Bang!!

“Gahk!”

“Meat? You shouldn’t cross the line. Right?”

The guys who were slowly approaching freeze again when they see the state of the fallen guy.

“Come quickly.”

As I wiggle the gun, they approach with pale faces.

—Crack!

The jaw of the first guy to approach snaps.

Thud.

“Next.”

—Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The sound of bones cracking from their necks as their jaws snap one by one.

Seeing the guys writhing on the ground, they look just like bugs.

“Friend, you’re the only one left.”

“P-please, spare me.”

If you want to be friends, you need to be on the same level.

As I crouch down for the guy bleeding from his instep, a voice comes from behind.

“That pose is a bit scary. Albert, do you have money for bread?”

“Umm…”

When I quickly turn around, the two quickly avert their eyes.

“Gahk.”

Turning my gaze back to the front, the guy is still in pain.

“Spare me?”

“P-please…”

“Then, do you know where your head is?”

He nods his head vigorously.

The place he points to with trembling hands is the second floor connected by iron stairs.

“Guide me.”

The guy looks at his pierced instep and makes a crying face.

“Idiot, you can crawl. Do you want me to pierce your useless head too?”

The fallen guy forces his trembling body up and starts dragging his leg, crawling.

Like a bug laying eggs, a trail of blood is left behind as he crawls.

“By the way, what’s your position? You know, like a gangster’s action leader or something.”

“I-I’m a p-pimp.”

At least he knows shame, as he lowers his head while speaking.

“Wow, you’re talking nonsense. My ears are rotting, you bastard. Shut up and start navigating!”

“……”

He starts crawling again.

—Thud!

The guy who got kicked in the butt flies far and rolls away.

“Friend, I said navigate. Don’t you know navigation?”

“Gasp, gasp, gasp…”

I approach the guy who’s lying down, breathing heavily, and crouch down to his eye level again.

“Did I not set the destination correctly? Ah, hello, patient.”

I squeeze his cheek, and his mouth opens forcibly.

“Ugh, it smells like poop.”

Now I can do it well.

As I practiced, I dig my fingernail into his front tooth and slip…

Preventing rum.

*Squelch, squelch.*

“Gurgle!!”

It felt like pulling out weeds by the roots, and then it just came out.

“Patient, since your mouth smelled like poop, I did a quick extraction. Did the nerve get properly numbed?”

“Uh… ugh, ughhh…”

“Should I pull one more to make sure it’s numb?”

The guy, still dazed, flailed his arms around and then started to regain his posture.

“Huh, huh, hip-hi-huh, ah-hae-huh, jwa-hae-hun.”

Even though there was a whistling sound through his front teeth, it seemed to be working fine.

The guy, leaving a trail of blood, crawled to the iron stairs and stopped, looking at me.

“I’ll help you, friend.”

Grabbing the guy by the hair, I started climbing the stairs one step at a time.

*Thud!*

“Gah!”

*Thud!*

“Gahk!”

*Thud! Thud!*

“P-please, spare… gahk!”

By the time we reached the top of the stairs, the guy’s appearance was beyond recognition.

His knees were scraped so badly by the hard iron stairs that they were a mess.

“Can’t use him anymore.”

While I was pondering how to make more use of this guy, Jeremy approached from behind.

“Uh, miss.”

“Yes?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to just finish him off cleanly?”

Jeremy’s gaze was fixed on the guy trembling and shaking on the floor.

“Hmm, no. I think we can still use him.”

“Ah, no. That’s not what I meant…”

Albert, following behind, grabbed Jeremy’s shoulder and shook his head slightly.

It seemed like the two had reached an agreement, so I grabbed the guy’s hair again.

“Let’s go, buddy.”

“Gasp, gasp. Huh, huh, hip-hi-huh, ah-hae-huh, regret-huh.”

“See, it’s still working, right? We should use things sparingly.”

Dragging the guy along, we took a few more steps and arrived at a place labeled “VVIP Room.”

*Crash!!*

“Come here!!”

Kicking the door open, the shattered door flew off, revealing a surprisingly spacious area.

Some guys were groping a woman’s chest like kneading dough, while others were busy snorting white powder.

There was also a guy shaking his hips vigorously and another idiot with his legs spread wide, eyes glazed over, panting heavily.

“Ugh, the smell of chestnut flowers. These bastards are all going crazy together. Ventilate this place, you sick freaks.”

Waving my right hand, the thing that had briefly malfunctioned started working again.

“Gasp, gasp, mok-hyuk-hi-he, do-hak-hae-huh-da.”

Maybe the noise from breaking the door was too loud, as guys started pouring out from the next room, even though I hadn’t fired a shot.

One by one, they gathered, quickly filling the wide hallway.

There were at least 40 burly guys, no doubt.

“These knife-wielding bastards, all they do is show off their blades. Put them away before you die.”

Ignoring my words, they slowly closed the distance.

“All that knife bragging. I have a knife too, you bastards. My dad gave it to me.”

*Ding!*

───

[Two Nameless Swords]

●The couple swords prepared by Mara for Cheondo.

Owner: Han Ga-eul (Heavenly Peach)

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