The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 27.2

“Unlike you and Do Kyung-hoo, I’m an SS-rank. The highest high-ranker in South Korea. I’ve transcended the ‘wall’.”

“I’m the number one in South Korea. Not you.”

“. . . . . . .”

“. . . Indeed. You do whatever you want.”

Siwoo retorted as if he couldn’t care less.

And he turned and headed outside.

He had come to see Choi Dae-soo because he suspected he might be the culprit, but also to confirm it.

He also intended to draw Choi Dae-soo’s attention to himself by revealing his existence.

Perhaps Si-joon wouldn’t have to deal with any more nonsense from him.

Now it was time to question the guy called Black Mamba.

“Min Siwoo.”

He didn’t turn his head this time.

A surge of anger made the back of his neck tingle.

“I still remember this ‘lost eye’.”

Choi Dae-soo tapped his leather eyepatch.

It was as if the inferiority, anger, and jealousy he felt towards Siwoo were congealed within it.

Leaving that statement behind, Siwoo silently disappeared through the window.


“Y-Your Excellency! What happened. . .!”

Dozens of soldiers rushed in, their guns drawn.

They looked bewildered at the sight of the ruined office and the dozens of guards lying on the floor.

Choi Dae-soo took a final drag of his cigar and spat it out with a chuckle.

“It’s a comrade’s visit. Clean this up.”

The sharp-as-a-blade Min Siwoo of the 1st generation was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a dullard whose edges had worn off so much that he couldn’t even trim his nails.

It was the situation he had feared the most.

Fortunately, his spirits had been dampened.

Honestly, he had expected a fist to come flying at him as soon as he saw his face.

But the mad dog was having a conversation?

‘𝙆𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙠𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩’𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙆𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙖.’

Choi Dae-soo clenched his fists, a confident smirk on his face.


Siwoo returned before the operation began.

It didn’t take long, thanks to the mana he had infused into his legs.

When he arrived, Red Ear, Volk, Chu Ha-min, and Hwang Jeong-gu were each stretching and exercising, manipulating their mana in different ways.

They stood up and prepared to enter as soon as they saw Siwoo.

“We’ll proceed according to plan. There are five entrances in total. Each of you take one and go in. If you encounter a difficult opponent or if the guy called ‘Black Mamba’ shows up, radio me. That’s all.”

After giving brief mission instructions,

they moved to their assigned positions at Siwoo’s gesture.


Siwoo cracked his neck.

He felt a bit better.

He could still feel the mana he had used when facing Choi Dae-soo earlier coursing through his body.

He circulated it smoothly with his breathing.

A cool sensation seemed to invigorate his body, traveling along every nerve.

Siwoo walked up to the hidden door.

According to Red Ear, this place was a kind of underground cave, and the meeting was taking place in an inner chamber.

“Time to flip the switch after a long time.”

He had no need to show mercy to these guys, who didn’t deserve it.

Just as their business was killing people,

Siwoo’s business was killing guys like them.


He opened the door and stepped inside.

A long cave with dim lights flickering here and there.

He could sense people in the distance.

He could tell that they were emitting a fierce murderous aura, even without dispersing his mana.

Siwoo ran without hesitation.

His movements were like a flash of lightning across the cave.

The low-level killers guarding the meeting realized that something had entered from the entrance,

and as they turned their heads—


Siwoo’s kick split one of their heads open like a watermelon.

The second one realized too late that something was moving,

“Wh━. . .”


His neck bones snapped like a cracker from the back kick.

Siwoo ran on without looking back.

In his wake, a deafening cracking sound and the last words of inexperienced criminals echoed like the wind.

The third entrance, which was said to have the tightest security.

That was why Siwoo had volunteered to go in.

Once he passed through this dark and gloomy place, he would find the BESTIA guys.

But then,


The floor shook, and stone fragments flew into the air.

However, Siwoo, who had already spread his mana wide, had stopped in his tracks.

He could sense a vast amount of mana approaching through the ground from afar.

“What kind of rat has entered?”

A large man with a fierce expression emerged from the darkness.

The man, clad in full black armor, exuded a powerful mana.

His presence was far more intimidating than the small fry he had seen so far.

“Should I tie you up and rip out your intestines, or should I crush every bone in your body into dust?”

The man’s laughter echoed off the dim lanterns.

Siwoo let out a small sigh and snapped his fingers.

“Just come at me, you piece of shit.”


The conference room in the central chamber.

Green mana lamps hanging from the chamber’s ceiling cast an eerie glow.

A large round table and ten chairs surrounded it.

And eight people seated in the chairs.

Each of them wore their robes over their heads, waiting patiently for the meeting to begin.

“Hehehe, everyone’s here. I thought only five of you would show up like last time.”

Wolverine spoke, his small and stocky body moving.

“Idiot, idiot. Red Ear and Volk aren’t here.”

“They’re traitors anyway. It’s dirty even to include them.”

Hawk Eye and Puma spoke respectively.

“But why did they betray us? Volk was a hard worker, and Red Ear was a mid-level executive. No one touched him except the boss.”

Warthog rested his chin on her hand and pursed her lips.


A deep and husky voice cut off the other conversations.

It was Tiger, one of the four killers.

“Any mention of the traitors is forbidden.”

At his words, the others who had been chattering away shut their mouths.

There was no point in offending the Four Guardians for no reason.


At that moment, the door to the inner chamber opened, and Crow, the boss, entered.

Crow walked towards the table, his black robe billowing behind him.

All eyes turned to him at once.

“Long time no see, everyone.”

Crow greeted them in a pleasant voice.

The mere sight of him seemed to change the flow of the air.

His voice was soft, but his eyes held an oppressive aura.

Crow sat down and glanced at the two empty chairs.

Red Ear and Volk.

Why had they, who had shed so much blood for the organization, suddenly betrayed them?

They must have known that death would be their only end.

He could sense a subtle anger in the gazes of the Four Guardians looking at the boss.

Tiger, Grizzly, Alligator, Black Mamba.

Crow let out a self-deprecating laugh.

“So, who wants to cut off the heads of the traitors? Rock, paper, scissors?”

A cheerful and innocent voice.

But then, defying that voice,

Thud! Rrrrrrr. . .

Something fell onto the round table.

“What the—”


A blinding light filled the chamber.

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