The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 70

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝟎: 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫

In the small capsule, black powder moves incessantly like a breath.

It was the Awakener drug that was being distributed.

It wasn’t the cheap form that was seen in the factories, but it was the finished product.

‘It looks strange, just as No. 3 said. It is made by a man named Jiang Chen and sold all over Asia, right?’

Siwoo stared blankly into Hayakawa’s eyes.

‘If there was a formal request for cooperation, they wouldn’t ask like this but would exchange information.’

It was too crude to ask questions like this, not in a back alley investigation.

If it wasn’t cooperation, it must be an investigation conducted independently by the Japanese HSIU.

Siwoo, who had made his judgment up to this point, smiled faintly.

“Well, I don’t know.”

“You must know?”

“I thought I knew, but when I looked closely, it was the first time I saw it.”

“. . . . . .Kumo, go down and get me something to drink.”

“Yes! Sister!”

Hayakawa tilted her head and looked at Siwoo with a blank stare.

“A lie.”

A doll-like appearance with long black hair and black eyes.

Siwoo stared blankly at those deep, dark eyes.

A beautiful face that would make any man turn his head without being possessed.

Hayakawa smiled faintly with confidence.

‘As expected. All the men who look at me are the same.’

A sense of pride that she was irresistible wherever she went.

She narrowed her eyes as if tempting the other person.

Then Siwoo’s hand slowly moved towards her face.

‘𝙄𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡? 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮.’

Hayakawa was a little surprised, but she stood calmly.

Touching her cheek to the extent. . . was within the range of what she could allow.

Because Siwoo’s sharp and cool appearance was close to her ideal type.

However, Siwoo’s hand touched not her cheek but the nape of her neck.

“Huh?”

A bewildered voice came out involuntarily.

There was no way that a man would touch the nape of her neck from the beginning.

“Wait a minute. . . !”

However, Hayakawa’s new voice had no choice but to stop because of Siwoo’s words.

“You’re not using the ‘power’ you’ve been given properly yet.”

“Yes. . . . . .?”

“If you continue like this, your body will deteriorate and you won’t be able to use it for long.”

Information that no one but her could know flowed out of Siwoo’s lips.

Not even Kumo, who had been by Hayakawa’s side all her life, knew about it.

“You. . . how. . .?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was being nosy. I think I’ll go now.”

However, Siwoo didn’t give any clear answer.

Because he didn’t start talking to give advice or help in the first place.

It was just a curiosity that came out naturally because it was the first time he had seen it in a long time.

Siwoo knew as soon as he saw Hayakawa.

‘A shaman.’

Those who harmonize mana based on divine power and exert their abilities.

Shamans varied in their power depending on the rank of the ‘god’ they had contracted with rather than their individual abilities, and the ‘god’ that Hayakawa had contracted with was not ordinary when Siwoo saw it.

‘At least a mythical being with the potential of an S-Rank Hunter or higher.’

Just looking at the ability value of pure power, it seemed to have the power to match Cheon Su-ho.

However, even such power is useless if the vessel of the shaman is not strong enough.

In Siwoo’s eyes, the vessel of her seemed very precarious to contain that huge god.

“Wait! Talk to me for a minute.”

“I have a lot of pending work. That’s all.”

“Then I’ll ask as the head of the 1st Investigation Division of the ＜HSIU Tokyo Branch＞.”

“Please submit the official documents first.”

“O-Okay! I’ll give you a chance to be alone with me.”

“I don’t need it.”

“How can you say that after seeing my appearance?!”

“. . . . . .”

Siwoo became a mute who had eaten honey.

It was the first time he had ever seen someone mention their outstanding appearance with their own mouth.

For reference, the women Siwoo had seen so far were Kang Yeo-hwa, Shin Ji-soo, Crow, and Layla, and they were all people with beauty that surpassed celebrities.

“As expected, you can’t deny my appearance.”

“There’s nothing to affirm either.”

Hayakawa made a shocked expression.

“. . . I think the translator is broken. It sounds strange.”

She touched the language translator plugged into her ear like an earphone.

“My translator seems to be working fine.”

“Then I’ll ask you again. How about talking alone in a hotel room with a beautiful woman?”

“I refuse.”

Hayakawa’s black eyes grew round and soon filled with tears.

It was the first time she had been rejected despite talking so openly.

“sob. . . .”

Just then, Kumo, who was bringing drinks, felt something strange and ran quickly.

“S-Sister is crying!! It’s such a beautiful sight, but I can never forgive you!”

“Don’t do it, Kumo. Sister is fine. . . I’m fine. . . sob.”

“This trash!”

Siwoo clicked his tongue.

They’re both idiots.

Kumo’s kick flew towards his face.

It was a fast attack using his small stature and physique.

Siwoo turned his head and dodged it lightly.

Kumo’s other foot flew in succession, and a series of punches, elbows, and knees quickly hit his vitals.

‘It’s quite good.’

Siwoo realized that Kumo had a good sense of combat and was impressed.

It wasn’t a move that was possible with just 2 or 3 years of training.

‘Perhaps he has been training since he was young to protect that woman.’

It is common for there to be a support family that protects a shaman family.

“Ya-a-ah!”

With Kumo’s shout, his knee reached the tip of Siwoo’s chin, and Siwoo tried to lift him up as he used the opponent’s flying movement.

Kwaaaang!

“Ackㅡ!”

Kumo, who fell flat like a frog, rolled around clutching his waist and the back of his head.

“It’s a good move, but your mind is too impatient.”

Siwoo gave advice that wasn’t advice.

However, there were not many people in the world who would cherish the words of the opponent who threw them.

Kumo also glared at Siwoo with a sullen face.

“Ughㅡ, sister, if you give me permission to use magic, I will definitelyㅡ.”

He tried to reach into his arms and take something out.

Siwoo also noticed the movement and prepared to implement the skill.

“Kumo!!”

Hayakawa’s shout fell heavily.

Kumo, who was startled, quickly pulled out his hand and knelt down politely, bowing his head.

“I’m sorry, sister!”

“Apologize to this person, not me.”

“Yes! I’m sorry!”

Siwoo nodded roughly.

“Kumo’s fault is my fault. I, Hayakawa Hikari, apologize in the name of my family.”

She, dressed in a kimono full of cherry blossoms, bowed her waist slightly.

“It’s hard to ask for more today.”

“Well, let’s see when we get another chance.”

Hayakawa, who was holding on to a thin hope, looked disappointed.

She was upset that she couldn’t get an answer about drugs or power.

‘That kind of expression is unfair.’

Siwoo, who was just about to turn around, felt a very unpleasant feeling.

It was as if the face of a puppy that had been rained on was holding onto his feet.

I wonder who’s playing around.

Kumo was still lying on the floor with his head down, and Hayakawa was just wiggling her fingers with teary eyes.

“Ha.”

It’s a matter of incompatibility.

Siwoo scratched his head and pondered.

He wasn’t always the type to work after understanding the pros and cons.

However, he didn’t want to spend time and effort on something that didn’t benefit him.

Because it’s a shaman family.

There was one thing that came to mind.

Siwoo approached her, who was pouting her lips.

“I’ll make an offer only once.”

“. . . Yes?”

“First. The Korean HSIU will cooperate with the drug issue.”

Her face, which was about to die, brightened slightly.

“Ah, yes!”

“Second. Don’t expect much about power. I’ll let you know when I have time.”

“Y-Yes! I understand!”

“In return, give me one of the sacred treasures passed down to your family.”

Outstanding families often had several sacred shamanic tools passed down from generation to generation.

“A s. . . sacred treasure?”

“Of course, I’m not just asking for it. Think of it as compensation for what I’m doing.”

Hayakawa bit her lip and hesitated before nodding.

“Okay. I’ll ask my grandfather if you just solve the problem.”

“It doesn’t seem like a sure promise. . . but. Okay for now. First, send an official document to the Korean HSIU. I’m going.”

“Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Siwoo’s speech, which had changed to informal speech, but Hayakawa smiled brightly as if she didn’t care at all.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

𝚊𝙬𝐞𝙗𝙨ṫ̇𝐨ʀ𝔦𝕖𝔰.ċ̇𝐨𝘮

Tokyo, Japan.

In a room with a gorgeous fusuma painted on it, a dozen people sit facing each other.

Everyone was dressed in black suits, but only the old man sitting at the top looking at them was dressed in a kimono.

When the old man raised his glass, the woman next to him quietly poured clear alcohol.

Gulp.

However, the old man did not drink and put it back down.

“Inoue Kai died a few days ago.”

At that damp voice, the men remained silent without any response.

“The ＜Kyoto Rakai＞, which Inoue was operating, was also destroyed.”

The old man’s gaze fell on each of the men.

Unable to meet those sharp eyes, the men looked down at the tatami floor.

Then the old man’s gaze stopped on someone.

“Sagara. Congratulations on becoming the new head of ＜Taredawa-gumi＞.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I hope you will lead the organization well instead of Inoue.”

“Yes, sir!”

The one who was called sir then raised his glass.

The old man’s name was Taoka Teruaki.

He was the head of the ＜Yamaguchi-gumi＞, the largest yakuza organization in Japan.

Taoka turned his head to the man sitting closest to him.

“Yotsu. You’ve figured out who killed him, right?”

“Yes. I checked with the Metropolitan Police Department, so there’s no doubt.”

Yotsu, the right-hand man of the head, took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to him.

Taoka unfolded the paper and read the contents.

His bushy white eyebrows twitched, and soon the veins on his forehead began to bulge.

“Those bastards who cut him into pieces. . . .”

He cursed quietly.

The yakuza organization was rapidly disintegrating in Japan.

Once the shadow that dominated not only Japan but the entire East Asia.

The yakuza was also the first to introduce Awakener to the criminal organization and use it, and it was also the yakuza that first secured the gate and dungeon.

However, in just a few years, its status has plummeted.

It wasn’t that difficult to join hands with the ＜Japanese Hunter Association＞, the government, the judiciary, and large guilds.

Because that’s what the yakuza has always done.

There was only one problem.

“Those HSIU bastards.”

Taoka threw his glass at the wall.

There was a loud bang and glass shards fell everywhere.

“How great it would be if the HSIU were as weak as in Korea! Why would you go to such a place when there is a good place like a guild!”

“That’s right, sir.”

Taoka, who had been growling for a while, checked the names on the paper again.

“Yotsu, is there any way?”

“There is one.”

Taoka momentarily suppressed the anger that had risen at Yotsu’s words.

“What is the way?”

“That woman is currently abroad.”

“So?”

“We’ll follow her and work there. It would be difficult to find a suspect because it’s abroad, but if we get caught, it would be easy to escape because we’re dealing with the Korean HSIU.”

Yotsu’s plan was plausible.

Everyone knows that the HSIU in Korea is a cripple.

It is a plan that is quite possible if it is not caught, whether the yakuza did it or just a Korean criminal.

Taoka nodded.

“I can’t just let it go as a father when my son has been hit. A sword for a sword. Blood for blood.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Call the special forces of ＜Yamaguchi-gumi＞. So that they can follow the woman to Korea.”

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