The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 31
PunishedDoksa, the No. 3 of the International Gang, felt like he was on top of the world.
Known for having the sharpest nose for money among the Gangnam thugs, he had expanded beyond the legal financial sector and made quite a few personal investments.
Until recently, an old cryptocurrency he had been holding onto had been nothing but a headache.
But now, it had skyrocketed in value.
It was an even better feeling than when he first opened his business in Gangnam.
Just as he was celebrating with his subordinates, the manager of his establishment called in a panicked voice.
“B-boss! Some bastard suddenly broke down the door and—AAAHHH!”
The manager’s scream cut off the call.
A bad feeling crept over him.
‘Some crazy bastard has the guts to cause trouble in my place?’
He had been drinking, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that.
“Hyungtae, you drive. I need to check this out.”
“Yes, boss.”
He ordered the madam to send a pretty girl to his car, then headed to the parking lot.
As he settled into the back seat, a stunning woman climbed in after him.
Her plump, glossy lips were just perfect.
“Hyungtae, how long will it take?”
“Around 15 minutes, boss.”
Fifteen minutes.
Just enough time to get himself fired up and sober up a bit.
Doksa roughly grabbed the woman’s head and pushed it down.
“Suck.”
*
‘Where the hell are all these guys coming from?’
The guiding path had led him to a flashy nightclub, its entrance gleaming with neon lights.
The moment the bouncer refused him entry, saying it was a “members-only” club, he sent both the man and the door flying.
Inside, armed thugs rushed at him.
As he took them down one by one in the hallway, the chaos spilled into the main lounge.
Customers and hostesses screamed and scattered, turning the entire club into a scene of pure mayhem in an instant.
“There He Is!”
“Kill him!!”
I had left one guy trembling in the corner earlier to avoid making the same mistake.
But somehow, he had managed to call for reinforcements.
The commotion outside grew louder.
‘Looks like they called in more gang members from nearby.’
‘Guess I’m about to set a new personal record at the chapel.’
[These people are filled with nothing but malice. Judge them with righteousness.]
‘Righteousness? What’s that supposed to mean?’
[It means distinguishing between good and evil—loving what is good and hating what is evil. You reward the righteous and punish the wicked. Right now, it’s time for punishment.]
In short, these bastards deserved a proper beating.
It was the perfect situation to put my Gift of Superhuman Strength to use.
A few minutes later—The entire hallway and rooms were packed with gang members.
But now, every single one of them lay sprawled out across the floor and sofas, their eyes rolled back in their heads.
Cracking my knuckles, I walked over to the trembling guy in the corner.
“I’ve got a few questions for you….”
Before I could say more, a loud noise came from the entrance.
Two men stepped inside.
Even at a glance, they were clearly different from the usual goons—these were the boss and his top enforcer.
It was like a boss battle in a video game, with the final boss and his elite guard showing up.
“Hyungtae.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Are my guys… like this because of him?”
“I… I think so.”
The boss, Doksa, looked over his men lying unconscious on the floor before turning his murderous glare on me.
I ignored him and casually rolled my neck from side to side.
“I don’t know who you are, but I don’t have all day. Come at me together.”
“Ha, you little shit. You storm in here and don’t even know who I am? Hyungtae, drag this bastard over here.”
“Yes, boss.”
Doksa.
Hyungtae.
Even their names screamed mobster cliché.
Hyungtae moved fast, closing the distance between us in an instant.
His stance and footwork were textbook fighter material—a trained brawler.
Before I had a chance to react, he launched a devastating punch straight at my solar plexus.
It landed clean.
Or at least, he thought it did.
Going for a follow-up strike, he suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream.
“AAAAAHHH! W-WHAT THE HELL?!”
His fist had turned white and swollen, like a giant ball of cotton candy.
‘What the hell is wrong with his hand?’
[It’s manna. The food God gave to His chosen people when they wandered the desert, so they wouldn’t starve. It probably felt like getting hit by a sponge.]
Come to think of it, the impact had been about as painful as getting bopped by a foam hammer in a kid’s playroom.
As he flailed in confusion, I grabbed his shoulder and clenched my fist.
“My turn now.”
With an earth-shattering boom, his massive body soared through the air like a cannonball.
He crashed through the door, which tore apart like paper, sending debris and dust flying in all directions.
Doksa’s face twisted as he saw his right-hand man sprawled out like roadkill.
His confidence vanished instantly.
“Y-you bastard—AAAHHH!”
Before he could finish, a swarm of birds appeared out of nowhere, covering his body completely.
‘Birds?’
[They’re quails. God provided them along with manna because eating only manna would be boring. Though, the chosen people didn’t appreciate it and constantly complained.]
‘They were given food, and they still complained? Ungrateful bastards.’
[That’s why they’re still fighting even now.]
As the spirit lectured me on international affairs from a divine perspective, I approached Doksa.
I clasped my hands together.
Under different circumstances, it might have looked like a romantic gesture.
But for Doksa, it was pure terror.
“Your men attacked me earlier. Was it your order?”
“T-that…”
His eyes widened as he stammered.
CRACK.
“AAAAAHHH!!”
One of his fingers twisted in an unnatural direction.
“Four left. That means I can ask four more times. If you’re feeling tough, try holding out.”
“P-please… have mercy… hyung-nim…”
“Since when the hell am I your hyung-nim? Just answer the damn question.”
It took two more broken fingers before he finally spilled everything.
Through Doksa’s confession, I got a clear picture of the power hierarchy at play.
- Doksa is the No.3 in International Gang, which dominates the nightlife in Gangnam.
- The gang’s boss, Yang Seokdae, is connected to Executive Director Geum Taesang.
- Yang launders Geum’s slush funds.
- In return, Geum provides significant financial backing for International Gang.
- Whenever Geum needs dirty work done, Yang is always involved.
- The gang’s upscale bars frequently host high-profile “business meetings”.
- Company trainees and rookie actresses are sometimes forced to attend these gatherings.
“Who exactly are these VIPs you’re entertaining?”
“I… I don’t know. Only the Executive Director and the boss handle that.”
So, it’s someone important enough to keep under wraps.
This situation was bigger than I expected.
[Don’t go any deeper right now.]
‘Why not? There are probably girls being dragged into those meetings against their will. I should help them.’
[Of course, you should. But not yet.]
‘Why? This isn’t something that can wait.’
[It’s about timing. God will show you the right moment, the most advantageous moment. Humans can’t perceive it, but He can see every branching possibility and chooses the perfect time to act.]
So, in other words, don’t rush in blindly.
[For now, you’ve done enough. They won’t dare touch you anymore. And those two—now that you’ve caught their attention—won’t last long anyway.]
‘Still, I should at least give them a warning.’
[Warning?]
‘Yeah. They should know what happens when they mess with me.’
[That’s up to you.]
I pulled out my phone and dialed Geum Taesang.
“Why are you calling me?”
“I’m at a bar near Gangnam Station. The owner here? Calls himself Doksa.”
“So what?”
“I was on my way home when I ran into his men. They were kind enough to introduce me to this place.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He sounded irritated, but he didn’t hang up.
Of course, he’d want to know what was going on.
“After talking to him, I found out there’s someone above him. Yang Seokdae, right?”
“…….”
“Anyway, when you meet him, pass along a message from me. I’m letting this slide just this once.”
“If you’ve already figured out his name, you could just talk to him yourself. So why call me? What, are you getting a thrill out of this?”
“A thrill? Of course not.”
“Then why?”
“I just enjoy tattling to the boss. Make sure to pass the message along.”
With that, I emphasized the connection between Geum Taesang and Yang Seokdae and ended the call.
They’d try to cover their tracks, but it didn’t matter.
God would choose the best timing anyway.
*
“That little bastard…!”
Seething with rage, Geum Taesang threw his phone to the ground.
He panted furiously before picking it up again and calling someone.
“Y-yes, Executive Director?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“S-sir? What do you mean…?”
“I told you to clean up after yourselves! Why the hell is Juwon calling me?!”
“What? Shin Juwon called you?”
“Get your ass to Doksa’s bar and handle the mess. If you screw up this time, you’re done!”
Hanging up, Geum Taesang fell deep into thought.
“Did that bastard really take down 300 men by himself?”
*
After receiving Geum’s orders, Yang Seokdae rushed to Gangnam Station.
The moment he arrived, his jaw dropped.
The bar that Doksa had been so proud of looked like it had been hit by a bomb.
“What the fuck…?”
Dozens of men lay scattered across the hallways and private rooms.
Hyungtae, a former MMA fighter, was sprawled out with his tongue hanging out.
And Doksa?
He was unconscious, covered in bird droppings, with three of his fingers broken.
If Geum Taesang was right, then Shin Juwon had done all of this.
Even seeing it with his own eyes, Yang Seokdae couldn’t believe it.
He stepped inside and spotted one last man trembling in a corner.
Grabbing him by the collar, he yanked him up.
“Tell me everything you saw! Now!”
“Th-that guy… that guy’s a devil…!!”
With those final words, the man’s body went limp.
His pants were soaked.
“What the hell…? Did that bastard really take on all of them by himself?”
*
After a productive day, I was relaxing on a bench, sipping a cold beer.
But for some reason, my ears kept itching.
“Is someone talking about me?”