The Foreigner on the Periphery

Chapter 7: Three Ways To Murder Your Boss (4)

The suspect's house was on the third floor. After climbing the stairs, Minjun stopped in front of the front door and raised his hand. He exchanged eyes with Jeongpal, who was following close behind.

Boundary.'

Minjun grumbled inwardly. The bastard laid out all the boundaries since he didn't want to die. How crudely it was.

However, it has not been ineffective due to the fact that it was attached to several layers as if it was incapable of laying down an elaborate layer of boundaries. It took a lot of work, even though it was less difficult.

He thought about it for a while, whether he was going to rip it off or was going to hit it after releasing it.

The decision leaned towards the latter.

Wing! Wi-ing!

As much as he knew it was a lifesaver, the wizard in the room seemed to have spent a long time building the boundary. The magic chain that sealed the door circled between the material world and spiritual world, making round trips a few times. Minjun cut the boundaries off step by step with one of his pupils adjusting to the world's frequency and the other one to the other world.

But then.

"You sure noticed quickly."

"?!"

He felt the warp magic vibrating in the room. He was trying to escape by noticing what just happened.

"Jeongpal, you stay back. It's a magician that should be the one to deal with a wizard."

The plan had changed.

Minjun chanted out a spell. There was still some black magic left that was charged at the bank a few days ago as it hadn't totally evaporated yet.

Whaaaaa!

Darkness clumped on his left side and rose in the form of a thick forearm. As Minjun moved his hand slightly, the shadow's arm mimicked the action and grabbed the iron door while placing his pointed nails inside it.

Squeeze!

The moment the whole front door got thrown, the boundaries broke, and the traps were activated.

Hwa-lu lu!

"Kock!"

Jeongpal was surprised by the heat that seemed to have almost ripened his face, but it was already after Minjun took action. The shadow's arm spread widely and made shields. There was a flame storm over the other side; a defense system activated once the boundaries were forcedly damaged.

However, it was useless in front of Minjun.

SRP!

The darkness stopped a huge explosion and spread like a web all over the place to eat the embers. Only then did I see soot and a room scene in smoke. Half burnt wallpaper, all over the place in the blast.

"!"

Not even getting out of bed, a man with a bare body while only wearing a pair of shorts desperately chanted a spell. In front was a golden warp gate that was half-open.

Minjun quickly grasped the opponent's magic distribution. Normally, it should be spread throughout the whole body, but it lost its balance due to warp spells and was concentrated in one place.

The agent was after the gap.

Shh!

Minjun stretched out his right hand that was not covered by the shadow. A long leather strap from the sleeves was fired. The string was like a snake twisting in curves in the air while it wrapped around the man.

"Argh!"

Minjun recites the spell quietly. The moment his body was pressed, the man felt his magic swaying like a mad horse. The pain of crushing blood vessels ran over his spine.

Meanwhile, the warp gate disappeared in vain. The man who was tied up shivered while coughing up black blood.

Minjun grinned in front of the defenseless suspect.

"I got you, you bastard."

***

Squeak!

Boom! Click!

Swoosh!

Windows were quickly closed together with the method windows, and few more locks were put in at the homes of other residents who had just moved into the apartment. A sound was heard of heavy furniture being dragged in front of the door to block them. As it is a neighborhood living close to danger, the response was fast.

"Huh? You"

Jeongpal put the tied man in the chair and frowned. He identified the tattoo engraved near the heart.

"You're one of those bastards from the society, aren't you?"

Hung Clown Society.

It was one of those vicious gangs made up of talented people.

Jeongpal's expression changed dramatically. Until just now, the opponent was an unidentified suspect, but from this moment on, he was a criminal whose only acceptable punishment was torturous death.

He found the wizard's cell phone on the desk. He grabbed it with a rough touch, checked the model, and shoved the front camera into the man's face. The lock was released in an instant, and the records on the phone were quickly checked, but the look on the wizard's face was peaceful. On the contrary, there was even a sneer.

"The cell phone is clean."

Jeongpal, who finished the scan, also spoke calmly as if he didn't expect much from the beginning. While Minjun, who nodded his head, searched all over the room, Jeongpal stared at the man while speaking in a perfunctory tone that was as emotionally excluded as possible.

"As long as you are identified as a member of the voluntary criminal organization, you will be partially restricted from now under the Fourth Amendment of the Republic of Korea."

"Why don't you go suck a dick."

The man giggled and spat saliva.

""

Jeongpal predicted that the interrogation wasn't going to proceed smoothly. This was because, the moment they tell the secrets of the organization, they knew that they and their family, with everyone else involved in it, were going to suffer terribly from the organization. They were not afraid to get caught in the hands of the cops.

Society seduced talented people with the lure of teaching rare and powerful spells and giving them big money. From the moment they fell into it and had indelible magic tattoos, they ended up getting chased by investigative agencies and cannot go back to normal life. It was a destiny to live in an organization forever and die.

"Why did you come in and out of president Jang Tae-joon's house? Where is he now? Whose request was that?"

"Fuck, the smell of Orc poo is vibrating. You guys are like dogs that pretend to be human beings, and now you even wear armbands while acting like cops? I'm going to die from being too upset."

There were no movements in Jeongpal's expression. After the search, Minjun approached.

"There's nothing special about it."

"Then we'll have to get a confession."

The wizard giggled and laughed. Even in this situation, his eyes were burning, and he was not discouraged.

"Brother, if it comes out like this"

Jeongpal gave a glance. He held a combat hammer in his hand and asked with the angle of his wrist and the look in his eyes. Shall we start with the knee?' The man clenched his teeth while having a hardened impression as if he were determined. However, Minjun shook his head, breaking certain expectations.

"So, you want to torture him here while splitting his shins?"

Jeongpal had a puzzled look on his face. Isn't this your style?

Unlike the "agent" image he had in his mind, he unexpectedly asks, thinking it might be quite a decent style in this regard.

"Shouldn't we?"

Minjun spoke firmly. "No, there's a better way than that."

The method of roasting and torturing until the desired answer was given was a method that had proven to be popular among intellectuals at various levels from a long time ago.

However, Minjun knew a much better way than having to use a historical and traditional way.

"!"

He spoke while holding a black stone knife in one of his hands.

"Jeongpal, you know what's about to happen, right?"

"Yes, don't worry."

He had to recharge his black magic again due to using it all in one.

Swoosh!

He made cuts by drawing around his wrist without forming any expressions. When Minjun shouted the spell in a low voice, ominous energy gathered around him, and when his eyes changed, Jeongpal felt chilling.

The tied wizard also felt something unusual, but his expression became fiercer as if he was not going to collapse this way.

With a hiss!

Minjun's left hand shrank like a dried pig's skin. The fluid evaporated, and the joints stuck out under the leather. The man's eyes grew as he saw it.

"You cracrazy bastard!"

He noticed that self-destructive magic was unfolding, filling the black magic by cutting the life span of the shaman.

Regardless of his reaction, Minjun kept on shouting out the spell. Then, something that looked like a blister or a mantis protruded into the size of a grain of rice in the middle of his left index finger.

Poof!

Soon, the blisters burst, and a drop of clear essence was spilled. There was a tiny worm wriggling on top of the dark red inner flesh that was torn apart.

With the magical effect chanted by Minjun, the eggs were implanted under the dermis layer of his body and then fleshed and hatched.

Jeongpal didn't know what it was, but the man gritted his teeth as if It seemed he was well versed in the field.

"What a vicious bastard "

"Huh? That was pretty good. You knew what it was, haven't you? You want to say it now, at least?"

Then something else happened instead of the man talking about what Minjun wanted to hear.

"Hmmmm!"

He took a deep breath and stopped breathing.

"What a Foolish guy."

Jeongpal, who did not understand the situation, tilted his head.

"Brother, what is that?"

"See it from now."

Minjun bent his fingers and slowly brought the bug under the man's nose while being careful not to spill the worm wriggling on top of his joints. His shallow numbers were obviously shown. He was waiting for the bug to lose its strength by increasing the time a little longer by being exposed to the air.

However, he didn't know. The spell that Minjun just had completed was powerful enough to be different from the other ordinary black wizards, and even if the bug was running for an hour, it did not lose its strength.

"Whoops!"

The man eventually let out a shallow breath after holding it to his limit.

Feeling the breath closely, the worm jumped like a flash of lighting and dug into the nostrils.

"Kkkkk! Ughhh!

The man groaned painfully as the worm penetrated his nasal cavity into his brain.

In the meantime, Minjun held the wizard's smartphone with his hands back to normal and stared for a moment. He then opened his finger and poked the touch panel. It was an insincere gesture like a pigeon that habitually beaked on the ground.

After beating it a few times, he handed the phone over to his colleague as if he gave up.

"Turn on the recorder."

When Jeongpal turned on the recording app and handed it over to Minjun, he put the smartphone close to his mouth and began mumbling quietly. It was a different pitch and rhythm than the spell chanted when the magic was activated.

Then.

"Ughhhhh!"

The bug began moving violently inside the skull, and the splitting pain in the head weighed down on the man.

However, the pain only lasted for a short moment.

"Noooo.

"?!"

Jeongpal's two eyes got widened.

Suddenly, the man began to cry as if he was singing a song. Then he mumbled meaningless words and gasped for nothing. Jeongpal was shocked because the tears and the crying did not seem to be a spin-off from the pain.

He looked at the eyes that were completely out of focus. He shook his head as if he was having an obsessive-compulsive behavior and started shivering. The body drooped and repeatedly strained again.

Even after Minjun finished recording, the man stayed in a coma for another 10 minutes.

Then

"Ko-Kock!"

Suddenly, the man came back to his senses roughly, just as a sleep apnea patient had just woke up. The focus returned to the pupil. A blank expression

The wizard looked alternately at Minjun, who was looking down at his tied body with cold eyes. His feet were wet due to the saliva being drooled for around 10 minutes. And then.

Huhuhuhung! He burst into tears pathetically. It was a violent cry, far different from the sound of the rapture.

He struggled with his tied body as if he was having a seizure. He shouted towards Minjun.

"Please! Let me go back! I don't like it here! Let me go back there again!"

A cracked voice. Shivering while pleading.

While looking at the mad face, Jeongpal asked in a sickening voice.  

"Brother, what the hell was that bug earlier?"

"A happy Bug."

The bug, called by various names such as morphine worm, Eden's apple, and paradise knocker depending on the region, directly stimulates the opponent's brain and gives the most intense and stimulating sense of happiness a human being could ever feel.

In this process, he vividly experienced the perfect fantasy he wished for, and when the brain stimulation ends and returned to reality, all he had left was an intense urge to return back to the happy fiction while not accepting the fact.

The effect was more addictive than any drug there was and made the person not wanting anything but only the pleasures that the fantasy was able to give.

The more efficient way than causing pain and distressing the opponent by torturing was to give him a sense of extreme happiness that he had never tasted before.

"Please, please, again, again!"

Minjun spoke quietly in front of the crying man.

"Well, shall we start over again? Tell me everything you know. Then I'll give you the offer you want. A trigger that would cause the bug in your head to wriggle again."

Before Minjun was finished with what he was saying, the man began to pour out information like a waterfall.

Every grain of dust in his memory was about to be swept away.

Minjun and Jeongpal were a little disappointed when they heard what he had to say. He did not know where Jang Tae-joon was and was trying to find something inside the house as the organization was commissioned to.

He went back and forth by using teleports for five consecutive days but couldn't get anything in the end and was recuperating here for the last few days while trying to re-arrange his tangled magic.

"Secret storage?"

"Yes that's right. He told me to find the secret storage hidden in the house by using magic and to deliver everything that's inside there to the client."

Minjun tilted his head. The house has already been searched by Minjun. There was no such thing as a hidden room in there.

Of course, it can be assumed that there's a level of cognitive impairment that's high enough to even avoid his eyes, but that would mean the case would have to be destroyed together with all the surrounding families and start all over again.

"So, who's the client?"

"I don't even know his name. But one thing's for sure, he's"

It was the moment the wizard's lips fluttered and spoke about what he knew of the client.

Jeongpal felt as if his ribs were being shriveled and his heart was being tightened.

He yelped without even realizing he was.

"What? You bastard, you're lying to me in this situation."

"Yes, the fact that the command has already confirmed"

Jeongpal turned his head and looked at Minjun with a pale face. He had an indescribable look on his face.

No way, really?!'

A member of the Society just recited the most notorious name out of all the three worst fears a modern person can experience.

"Brother, what are you going to do about this?"

""

"Are you going to continue the investigation? It's too dangerous. It's better to peel off the five big troll's balls."

Minjun said nothing as if he was lost in thoughts for a moment.

"Brother?!"

For reference, the rankings that Jeongpal was thinking of were listed in a reversed order as below.

Private loans, guarantees, dragons.