MTLNOVEL Chapter 11: ALPHA IN BLOODY ARMOR
IT WAS a long night for Song Sihyuk.
Finding the bastards who tried to gang rape Lim Garam wasn't that hard.
His subordinates immediately found the three Alphas and brought them to the abandoned warehouse owned by Kang Byungho.
This is where Kang Byungho brings people he wants to punish or kill.
Heh.
I only took his place because Abeoji wants me to 'calm down,' but it seems like I've turned into a proper gangster now.
"We already told you— Lim Garam slit his own throat! We didn't do it!"
Song Sihyuk, sitting on an old and ragged chair, puffed smoke out of his mouth. "Yeah, that sounds like something Lim Garam would do."
To be honest, it was amusing.
Well, Song Sihyuk was shocked when he first heard that Lim Garam slit his own throat.
But that wasn't hard to believe.
That kid would rather die than get raped.
Heh.
Lim Garam, you really amuse me.
"If you already know that, then why are you doing this to us?"
Song Sihyuk's cold gaze fell on Jang Sangjun— who was on the floor, bleeding and immobile because Song Sihyuk broke the bastard's legs. Only Jang Sangjun was conscious because the other two Alphas lost consciousness after he had almost beaten them to death.
Jung Han brought the two unconscious Alphas out of the warehouse for immediate medical attention.
We can't have them dying here.
He left Jang Sangjun there to answer his questions.
"Why, you ask?" Song Sihyuk asked coldly. "Of course, it's your punishment for trying to steal what is mine."
Jang Sangjun looked confused. "What did we try to steal… oh." The bastard knitted his eyebrows, looking more confused now. "How did Lim Garam become yours?"
"None of your business."
Jang Sangjun frowned, and even though he was beaten up to a pulp, the anger in his eyes was still alive. "Do you think you can get away with this, Song Sihyuk? Even though you're the grandson of SG Group, you still can't get away with beating up chaebols."
Pfft.
"Just because the media called you 'quasi-chaebol,' you already believe that you are truly one of us?"
'Quasi-chaebol' was a new term that the media attached to big companies that were slightly similar to chaebol families, but not family-owned.
Chaebols are chaebols because the majority of the companies are owned by one family.
Well, that was just one of the requirements to be a chaebol.
One that the general public knows.
"You may look down on us for being a 'quasi-chaebol,' but you can't deny that we have the power to fight against even the SG Group if we band together."
Pfft.
"Do you have a powerful shaman who has been guiding your family for generations now?"
Jang Sangjun laughed in a mocking way. "You believe in shamans?"
"This is why you're only a quasi-chaebol. You don't even have ties to the underworld, do you?"
The 'underworld' would be the world where gangsters and the likes belonged in.
The Ilsung Group.
The Daesung Group.
And the SG Group.
The three of them had the support of a legit and powerful shaman, and they also had ties to the underworld.
We're the 'Big 3 Chaebol Families' for a reason.
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Jang Sangjun said, obviously completely lost at this point. "Fine, you can look down on us for being a 'quasi-chaebol.' But Lee Taeho-ssi is a real chaebol. He may be an illegitimate child, but he's still recognized by the HMG Group. Do you think your little boy toy could get away with almost killing a chaebol? You know that Lee Taeho-ssi is favored by his father, don't you?"
Ah, so this was why Jang Sangjun had the audacity to talk back to Song Sihyuk.
He's betting on Lee Taeho to protect him.
Pfft.
Song Sihyuk got up from his seat, walked towards Jang Sangjun, squatted down in front of the bastard, and then…
"AHHHHH!"
Aigoo.
Jang Sangjun let out a blood-curdling scream when Song Sihyuk burned his forehead with his cigarette.
Aigoo.
"It's just a little burn, and you're already crying like a little bitch," Song Sihyuk said, clicking his tongue. "I bet Lim Garam didn't even shed a single tear when he slit his throat."
Jang Sangjun glared at him. "Your little boy toy will pay— mmf!"
Song Sihyuk grabbed Jang Sungjan's face, trying to break the bastard's face with just his bare hand.
And it was something that he could do if he wanted to.
But not yet.
"It's true that Lim Garam almost killed Lee Taeho," Song Sihyuk said, smirking. "But his crime will get canceled out if I kill that bastard, won't it?"
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GARAM opened his eyes when he gained consciousness.
However, he couldn't tell if his vision was just blurry or if it was just dark in the room.
Where am I?
He tried to talk, but his voice wouldn't come out.
Actually, his throat hurt like hell.
Oh, right— I slit my throat…
Tsk.
I survived?
"Sleep more."
Hmm?
Garam's vision was still blurry, but he could make out the figure standing in front of him.
Plus, he recognized Song Sihyuk's voice immediately.
He's the only man I know who has that kind of deep and sexy voice.
The more Garam stared at the figure in front of him, the clearer his vision became.
Or maybe he was hallucinating?
Because why else would Sihyuk Hyung's clothes be drenched in blood?
"I said sleep more, kid."
Garam's vision darkened again when Song Sihyuk covered his eyes with his hand.
Tsk.
"Good night, Garam-ah," Song Sihyuk said in a soft voice that Lim Garam heard for the first time. "When you wake up, everything will be alright by then."
Surprisingly, that assurance helped Garam get a good night's sleep.
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