The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 62.2

“I met him briefly for business. . . Can I use any methods I want?”

“Don’t kill him.”

“Kukuk. I understand.”

Red Ear bowed.

“. . . Master, what are you going to do? Are you going home?”

Volk , who was standing next to him, asked awkwardly.

Siwoo was scary, and Kang Yeo-hwa next to him was also scary.

Even though he was known as a tough guy in <BESTIA>. . .

Whenever he was next to Siwoo, he was surrounded by skilled individuals who made him look infinitely insignificant.

“Don’t worry about me and go with them.”

“Do you have other business?”

Siwoo continued, stroking Kang Yeo-hwa’s head.

“I do have business.”

Kang Yeo-hwa tried to shake off Siwoo’s hand as if she was embarrassed, but she wasn’t aggressive.

“I have a lot to talk about with my disciple.”

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

𝔞𝚠𝘦𝐛𝙨𝙩𝐨𝘳𝔦𝔢𝚜.ᴄ𝔬ṁ

Tokyo, Japan.

The processing plant of one of the yakuza groups, <Kyoto Rakai>.

The head of this place was ‘Inoue Kai’, the next candidate for the head of <Taredawagumi>, a subsidiary of Japan’s largest yakuza organization, <Yamaguchi-gumi>.

Clankㅡ Clankㅡ Clankㅡ

The regular sound of machinery.

A conveyor belt, a grinder, a refrigerator, and other such things were operating, and a cold, chilly air filled the factory.

It was a machine that operated on an ambitious schedule, but the product being made was nowhere to be seen.

“Good.”

A man muttering while sitting on a luxurious sofa on one side.

Inoue Kai slowly sliced a large piece of raw meat on the table with a sashimi knife.

When the raw meat was cut to the size of his palm, he put the dripping meat in his mouth in one bite.

Drip, drip.

The members of <Kyoto Rakai> surrounding him looked at him with nervous faces.

The sound of raw meat being chewed in his mouth and the cold sound of the machinery were strangely intertwined.

“Gulp. . . P-Please spare me.”

However, a voice broke through the silence with difficulty.

Inoue narrowed his eyes for a moment and then stretched out his bloody hand.

Then, the beautiful woman next to him wiped his hand with a wet towel.

“I-Inoue. . . No, Kai! We’ve known each other for more than a day or two.”

A middle-aged man tied to a rusty chair, naked.

His face was already half covered in blood, as if he had already been tortured once.

Inoue scratched his dyed blond hair, which was turning white.

A tattoo stood out between his pure white suit and his unbuttoned dress shirt.

“Mr. Kanba. We’ve known each other for a long time.”

“T-That’s right! Haven’t I seen you since you joined the organization!”

“That’s right. I often took you with me to meetings with other bosses.”

“That’s right!! Kai remembers me! I-I treated you specially!”

Inoue nodded.

“And you tried to remove me as a candidate for the head of the <Taredawa-gumi>.”

A sentence filled with a subtle murderous aura.

Kanba’s legs trembled.

The old iron chair creaked and groaned like his heart.

“Why?”

“T-That’s. . . Kai! O, oh, don’t misunderstand! I have no personal grudge against you!”

“Why?”

“T-That’s. . .”

Inoue picked up the sashimi knife again and cut a piece of meat.

“Kyaaagah!!”

Kanba writhed in pain, and the members next to him stuffed a towel in his mouth to prevent him from screaming.

The iron chair creaked loudly, and blood pooled beneath it.

[Butcher Play]

A skill that synchronizes the meat of a livestock that has been slaughtered within 12 hours with an opponent marked with a knife.

The range is within 15cm of the marked body part, and the casting effect cannot exceed 15 minutes.

Kanba looked at his thigh, which was being cut ‘again’.

“Keuk. . . keuk!”

“Mr. Kanba. You were born in the year of the horse, right? So I prepared horse meat.”

Inoue said, poking a piece of raw horse meat.

He took the sliced meat in his hand and brought it to the lips of the beautiful woman sitting next to him.

“Ah. . . Ah. . .”

“It’s just horse meat. Eat it.”

Inoue’s murderous words followed, and she stuck out her tongue and took the meat.

“Yes, eat well. You have to eat to live.”

“T-Thank you. . .”

“You got a good woman, Mr. Kanba.”

She was Kanba’s mistress.

She was said to have been working at a Roppongi bar when she caught Kanba’s eye and became his mistress.

“Should I spare your husband’s life?”

She couldn’t answer.

She couldn’t say anything except shed tears.

“It’s heartbreaking.”

“Ka, Kai. . . Please spare my life. . . I’ll keep this a secret for the rest of my life. I’ll strongly recommend you as a candidate for the head. And if you want, I’ll hand over all my subordinates.”

Kanba pleaded again, trembling like a dog.

“Hoo.”

Inoue wiped the blood on his hand on the woman’s clothes.

She was terrified, but she couldn’t say anything and just bit her lip.

“Why?”

The conversation protocol that went back to the beginning.

He couldn’t move on to the next one without answering this question.

Kanba decided to tell the truth, thinking that he would die anyway and die comfortably without pain.

“That’s. . . because of the guys you’re involved with. . . The higher-ups ordered me to.”

Inoue clicked his tongue.

Old men who were locked up in their dens and didn’t even know how the world was turning.

They were neglecting the management of the organization while indulging in women and gambling, and now they were insulting the minor yakuza who were leading the new era.

“Are the places I’m involved with that bad?”

“On the contrary. . .”

“. . .?”

“They’re so scary.”

Inoue frowned.

A fire burned inside him.

How dare a gokudou (a yakuza’s way of referring to themselves) say such a thing?

“The <Yamaguchi-gumi>, which controls Japan, has become a sick pig.”

“The place you’re involved with is. . .”

“Shut up!!”

Inoue stabbed the sashimi knife into the meat.

“Kyaaaaaaagh!! Uggggh. . . . . . .”

“Put him in the dog kennel without any food or water.”

“Yes, sir!”

Just then, the factory door opened and a subordinate covered in blood came in.

“Boss! You need to escape quickly! Suddenly, some guysㅡ Keuk!”

“What the hell is going on!”

“Close the factory door quickly!!”

The members took out the guns and sashimi in their arms and surrounded Inoue to protect him.

Kuwooong!

In an instant, all the lights in the factory went out.

The running machinery stopped, and a suffocating silence filled the gap.

Gulped.

Creakㅡ Creakㅡ

The sound of the factory’s iron door rattling in the wind.

“What organization is thisㅡ.”

The moment Inoue pulled out his sashimi knife and muttered,

“Sister, I found them! The bugs are gathering!”

A cheerful voice echoed from the ceiling.

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