The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 84
The end of the guiding line led to an upscale bar that was intimidating from the entrance alone.
Several men loitered at the entrance, so I tightened my fist.
There had to be at least ten of them.
Their expressions hardened as they spotted me, then they lined up on either side.
What’s this?
“Hyung-nim, you’ve arrived?”
Ah.
They bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle and waited for me to pass.
So this was the “manners” Doksa had mentioned.
Rescuing the two was urgent, so I awkwardly tried to walk past when one of them spoke.
“Doksa Hyung-nim said no one’s allowed in. Don’t worry and handle your business inside.”
A wall had formed to block any troublesome reinforcements.
“Gggk…!”
I twisted the neck of the guy at the bottom of the stairs and threw him inside.
As the dull thud echoed through the quiet hallway, men began stepping out of the rooms one by one.
‘We don’t have time. Take them all out at once.’
[Understood.]
Countless nooses descended from the ceiling, looping around the necks of the men charging at me.
“Ghk—! Gggk…!”
“Gah—! Aaahk!”
“Khh… S-spare me…!”
‘Are those execution ropes?’
[Yes. When Queen Esther and her cousin were framed, the corrupt officials prepared a gallows to hang him. But after the king came to his senses, he ordered those same officials to be hanged instead. I recreated that execution scene.]
‘What if they die? We’re supposed to avoid killing.’
[Who said anything about hanging them?]
The ends of the ropes around their necks were sucked into the walls and floor.
Suddenly, the men were pinned flat against the walls and floor.
The more they struggled, the tighter the knots became, and some started foaming at the mouth.
[It’s a self-tightening knot. They’re just struggling to breathe temporarily, so don’t worry. I’ll release them later. Now, go take care of your business.]
I stepped forward, passing the bizarre sight of men dangling from the walls and floor.
At the end of the hallway, someone approached with a horrified expression.
“What the hell is this…?”
His solid build and the distinct scar carved into his cheek made it clear he wasn’t ordinary.
When he saw me, one corner of his mouth twisted.
“Shin Juwon, you bastard…!”
The fact that he knew my name meant this was Yang Seok-dae.
With a look that said words were pointless, he lunged and threw a punch.
True to his reputation as the boss who ruled Gangnam’s underworld, his speed was hard to follow.
Clang!
‘Clang?’
An unexpected sound effect rang out as he crumpled to the floor.
“Gaaah—!!”
A lavishly decorated cup floated in front of me.
Yang Seok-dae had punched it instead of my face and collapsed.
‘What is this?’
[The Holy Grail.]
‘The Holy Grail?’
[Yes. The cup that held the wine at the Last Supper. It’s incredibly sturdy—that man’s hand must be shattered.]
To put it in perspective, Yang Seok-dae had just punched the Bosingak Bell bare-handed.
With all his strength, no less.
The sacred relic King Arthur and his knights spent their lives searching for was right in front of me.
So this was what the Holy Grail looked like.
[Save the admiration for later and finish this.]
‘With this? How?’
[It even has a handle for easy gripping. Just lift it and swing.]
The spirit suggested a method I’d never have imagined.
‘Wait, the Holy Grail is a blunt weapon?’
[Divine relics only appear to those chosen by God, and there are no restrictions on how to use them. Just do whatever’s comfortable. Isn’t swinging it the easiest?]
Fair enough.
I gripped the base and brought it down on Yang Seok-dae’s head.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, he went limp.
‘He’s not dead, right?’
[No. But he’ll struggle to live like before. His brain’s been purified.]
‘Purified?’
[The Holy Grail purifies everything. Since it hit his head, his brain’s been reset—like a newborn’s.]
Ah.
So his brain reverted to infancy.
He’d live the rest of his life in blissful ignorance.
Turning the corner, I saw a massive door.
This must be the “entertainment room” Doksa mentioned.
A soundproof chamber where no one would hear what happened inside.
Of course, they wouldn’t know what was happening outside either.
The moment I opened the door, my eyes met those of a smirking pig-faced bastard.
His greasy face, reflecting the light, was disgustingly punchable.
“Y-you bastard, what the hell?!”
“O-oppa…!”
Eseo and Yuna were seated beside him.
Yuna was holding a microphone.
Seeing that, something surged from the depths of my core.
A rage strong enough to kill.
Yuna flinched, sensing the shift in my energy.
“You dare… Do you even know who I am…?”
The pig grabbed an ashtray from the table and hurled it at me.
Eseo and Yuna screamed.
The ashtray abruptly changed trajectory midair and smashed into the wall.
Judging by Yuna’s stunned expression, she must’ve sensed the spirit’s energy.
[Foolish human. Picking a fight with Master.]
‘Yeah, seriously.’
I walked up and slapped him so hard he flew into the corner.
I should control my strength next time.
“U-unnie… I’m scared.”
Eseo trembled and clung to Yuna, who stroked her hair soothingly.
I rummaged through the bastard’s jacket hanging on the rack and found a business card.
「Democratic Peace Party, Secretary-General, National Assemblyman Jo Yang-soo」
So this pervert was a politician.
Tucking the card away, I approached the girls.
“You okay? Did he… do anything to you?”
Yuna and Eseo shook their heads.
“Good. I got here in time.”
Now that the job was done, the atmosphere turned awkward.
Despite how close we’d gotten, the situation made it hard to find the right words.
“Let’s go. I’ll take you back to the dorm.”
As I turned to leave, someone hugged me from behind.
Yuna.
“Hic… Th-thank… you. I was… really scared.”
Her tension must’ve finally broken.
“You’re safe now. We’ll talk details later.”
In the hallway, his lackeys were sprawled out.
Their faces were pale, some even foaming at the mouth.
Hastening the shaken girls out, we reached the entrance.
“Hyung-nim, good work!”
The girls flinched again at the sight of the burly men bowing deeply.
I should tell them to cut this “manners” crap next time.
The ride back was silent.
They seemed lost in thought, so I didn’t speak either.
“Rest well. Don’t worry about the aftermath. I’ll handle everything.”
““Okay.””
Yuna looked like she had something to say, but I ignored it and focused on driving.
There was still much to wrap up.
First, I called Doksa.
“Yes, Hyung-nim.”
“Next time you pull this ‘manners’ crap, you’re dead.”
“Ah, you didn’t like it? Should I have gathered more guys?”
“Don’t push it just because I said you could call me Hyung-nim. I don’t consider you a brother, so stay in your lane. Next time, I won’t hold back.”
“A-alright. I’ll be careful, so don’t be too harsh.”
He was useful in the underworld, but he kept testing boundaries.
I’d have to put him in his place occasionally.
“It’s done here. Have Yoon Tae-hyung clean up. You handle the money.”
“Keuk… I was waiting for you to say that.”
“Make sure the company and those girls never see him again.”
“I’ll ship him out. Don’t worry—he won’t step foot in Korea again.”
Still creatively disposing of people, as always.
Seo Yuna stayed by Eseo’s side until she fell asleep.
Once sure she was asleep, Yuna returned to her room and buried herself under the covers.
‘That handsome bear… was really Oppa.’
Shin Juwon’s interpretation had come true.
The disgusting wolf had been sent flying by the bear in one strike.
And then, the bear safely returned the two honey jars.
‘So cool…’
As she thought of Shin Juwon, Yuna drifted off to sleep.
That night, she had an embarrassing dream.
She was kissing Shin Juwon passionately.
As she accepted his tongue, every cell in her body awakened with excitement.
His sturdy hands peeled off her clothes one by one.
His rough breaths were sweeter than any music.
Finally, her bra clasp snapped open with a click.
Her heart pounded so hard it might leap out of her chest.
Shin Juwon’s lips traveled to her neck.
His hot breath grazed her skin, raising goosebumps.
“Hah… O-oppa…!”
Her burning body was beyond her control.
With a seductive gesture, she guided his head downward.
Boldly, she pulled him toward her chest.
Hurry, faster—
‘Hahk!’
She opened her eyes to a dark room.
Realizing she was alone, disappointment instantly set in.
‘Sigh… It was so good…’
She closed her eyes, wanting to return to the dream.
But then she noticed the dampness between her legs.
“Ugh… I’m soaked.”
The next day, I handed the business card to Cha So-yeon.
“Assemblyman Jo Yang-soo…?”
I started from the beginning—how I’d heard about Mirinae Entertainment’s acquisition from the director.
There was no point lying to Cha So-yeon anyway.
As I spoke, her anger grew until veins popped on her forehead.
“So, for over two weeks, you’ve been running around another company, then took on a Gangnam mob boss and a trash politician for the sake of a ‘young’ girl group. Along with dozens of underlings.”
The word ‘young’ carried immense weight.
“This time, they’re fine. Not a single scratch.”
“That’s not the point right now!”
Her voice jumped several octaves, making me instinctively shrink.
“Haah… I know women shouldn’t interfere with men’s outside affairs. But you should’ve told me first! Why wait until it’s over?!”
“If I told you beforehand, you’d have said no. Forgiveness is easier to get than permission, right?”
I deployed the classic married-man-console-buying line.
“So now that it’s done, you’re asking for forgiveness? Juwon-ssi, how did you become so self-centered?”
She then unleashed a carpet bombing of nagging until I was in tatters.
I did feel bad for not telling her, but the mood felt… odd.
“Uh, So-yeon-ssi. Isn’t this the kind of talk husbands and wives have?”
“What, were you planning to live with another woman instead?”