Chapter 65: Chapter 65

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"- I was called to the Prosecutor’s Office and found Jeon Seong-hyun there. He looked at me with such… intense lechery… If I stay, I might end up belonging to someone else."

With that, I immediately ended the call.

Something snapped in my mind, as if the threads of "restraint" and "calculation" had been severed.

An anger I had never experienced before flared up.

“How dare he… touch my property?”

“…I’ll prepare the AV, Master.”

Soo-ah tapped on her device and exited, while Baek Seol, Seo Eun-mi, and others nearby began making preparations.

I took a deep breath, feeling like my heart would burst if I didn’t.

How should I crush this bastard?

Soon, I was seated inside the AV, our destination clear: the Incheon District Prosecutor’s Office, specifically the Chief Prosecutor’s room.

Once inside, I would dispose of that wretch, Jeon Seong-hyun.

“….”

“….”

No one spoke as we traveled.

In the silence, only my anger filled the space.

I briefly considered the fool.

Perhaps he was clueless. Maybe he truly had no idea of the implications. Even if he knew, he might not realize Lee Na-eun was my property. But it didn’t matter. How could I let this slide?

My property!

If anyone so much as hinted that someone else might lay claim to her… how could I endure that?

My property is mine alone.

Her body exists solely for my pleasure; her womb is to be filled only with my seed, and her mouth, her hands, and every part of her is to serve only me.

Anyone foolish enough to touch what is mine deserves nothing less than utter annihilation.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long to reach the Incheon District Prosecutor’s Office.

"We’re entering a restricted area."

As we approached the towering building, the AV’s interior lights turned red. Given the urgency, we had entered without prior notice or authorization.@@novelbin@@

Warnings were issued over the loudspeakers, followed by a human voice.

"Unidentified AV, cease all movement immediately. You are trespassing in the airspace over the Incheon District Prosecutor’s Office! If you fail to comply, we will engage under the Anti-Terrorism Act—”

“Soo-ah, announce my name and land.”

“Yes, Master.”

Soo-ah confidently identified me: the grandson of Go Yeong-man, Chairman of the Go-Ryeo Group.

There was a flurry of confusion on the other end, and in that moment, Soo-ah safely landed the AV.

“Master, allow me to go first.”

“Fine.”

Baek Seol, Seo Eun-mi, Soo-ah, and I exited in that order. Since we’d landed on an AV pad without permission, security personnel had already gathered on the rooftop. If not for my name, they might have shot us down mid-air.

“Freeze!”

The woman leading the team aimed her weapon at us, her expression serious. Behind her, several armed security members, though not quite a SWAT team, had their guns trained on us.

If we forced our way through, we’d be riddled with bullets.

“I’m in a hurry.”

But I didn’t stop. I kept walking forward.

“I said freeze!”

“Baek Seol, clear the path. Don’t kill anyone.”

“Yes, Master.”

Baek Seol vanished, and in the next instant, six or so guards who had raised their guns were hurled into the air. Baek Seol materialized in the center, her fist extended.

"Ugh—?!"

"What the—?!"

Bang!

A belated shot was fired by one of the startled guards, but Baek Seol casually caught the bullet between her fingers.

"A knight…?!"

She kicked one of the stunned guards in the stomach, sending him flying, and struck at the limbs of the remaining guards, breaking arms and legs.

"Aghhh!"

A guard fired his weapon, spraying bullets at her with a rapidity that was practically a laser beam.

But Baek Seol caught every bullet.

"?!"

It was beyond rational comprehension. Against such a figure, an ordinary armed soldier stood no chance.

"That’s impossi—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Baek Seol chopped at his neck, knocking him unconscious. The last man standing turned his gun toward me in a final act of defiance, only for Baek Seol to slice through his torso with her hand, leaving his insides spilling out as he died.

Only the woman with the ponytail, who had initially given the order to freeze, remained conscious, though she, too, had been overpowered and lay trembling on the ground.

“H-how could you…”

“I’ll be just fine.”

For the record, I hadn’t stopped walking even once. As Baek Seol handled dozens of security personnel within seconds, I reached the door to the rooftop.

“All clear, Master.”

Having neutralized the guards, Baek Seol opened the door to the stairwell.

“Keep leading the way.”

“Yes, sir.”

She entered first, followed by Seo Eun-mi, then me, with Soo-ah bringing up the rear. The anger that had slightly subsided on the AV now reignited with even greater intensity.

“You—”

Wham!

Even on the way down, occasional resistance appeared, but they were subdued before they could even act.

“Who—”

It didn’t matter if they tried to resist; if they got in the way, I struck them down.

Wham!

Thud!

Crack!

The esteemed Incheon District Prosecutor’s Office became a scene of carnage.

Finally, we arrived in front of the Chief Prosecutor’s room.

"Eep…!"

The secretary, clearly having heard the commotion, was shaking with terror.

"Y-you… you can’t do this here…!"

“I can.”

I pushed the door open, practically breaking it down.

Bang!

"!!"

"?!"

The people inside reacted with varying degrees of shock.

Jeon Seong-hyun, who had been lounging in the seat of honor, turned wide-eyed to face me. The middle-aged Chief Prosecutor stood up, startled, while Lee Na-eun, the only woman present, looked at me with an amused smirk.

“W-who are you…?”

“Young M-Master…?!!!”

The greasy man scrambled to his feet a beat too late, while the man standing behind him, likely one of his aides, gasped in horror. So, this greasy bastard must be Jeon Seong-hyun.

“Why are you here, Young Master—”

I strode forward, grabbing the nearest object—a long, sturdy nameplate bearing the Chief Prosecutor’s title—and slammed it across his head.

Wham!

The satisfying impact made his head snap to the side, blood spraying into the air. It felt good, but it didn’t ease my fury. I struck him again.

Crack!

“Agh!”

And again.

Thud!

His face, his jaw, his temple—any part I could see, I struck with the nameplate.

“G-guh… ugh…!”

He was bleeding profusely as he writhed on the floor.

Wham!

“Ugh…!!”

I hit him about ten more times. His movements slowed noticeably, looking close to death.

Huff… Huff….

I took a deep breath, then delivered a final blow to his crown, slamming his head against the floor. He collapsed completely, lying in a pool of his own blood.

“Dead. Who does this half-blood think he is?”

My head felt clearer now. Catching my breath, I sat down in the high-backed chair that Jeon Seong-hyun had occupied, and for the first time, took in the room.

Two men, probably Jeon Seong-hyun’s bodyguards, lay sprawled on the floor. They must have tried to rush in when I started beating him and got taken down by Baek Seol.

“Oh.”

I glanced at the blood-soaked nameplate in my hand. The Chief Prosecutor’s nameplate, once a symbol of authority, was now a makeshift weapon, drenched in blood.

“Apologies. I lost my temper.”

“….”

I set the nameplate vertically on the table. The Chief Prosecutor, eyes wide, straightened up like a soldier under inspection.

“That man, he dared to covet what is mine. I couldn’t hold back my anger, so I’ve caused a bit of a mess.”

“No, no… no problem, Young Master… Anyone would be furious if someone laid claim to what’s theirs. Uncontainable fury, indeed.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

I extended my index and middle fingers in a “V” shape, and Soo-ah immediately knelt and placed a cigarette between my lips.

Flick.

She lit it for me, and as the smoke filled my lungs, I felt a rush of excitement. Or rather, I realized how excited I already was.

Could I really be that unhinged?

Despite having just committed my first killing, there was no nausea, no pounding heartbeat—just a languid, exhilarating feeling.

Perhaps it was because this was an impulsive act, driven purely by rage. I was even aroused, my mind hazy.

“Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself.”

I put out the cigarette on the table and leaned back arrogantly.

“I am Go Muyeol. The eldest son of this country, Go Muyeol.”