The Country Life Diary of a Gangster's Secretary-Chapter 133

Ending the call, Park Yul exited the room.

"...."

About a minute passed before the silence in the room was broken by the sound of a chair being pushed back from the desk. Hyesung, who had been tightly curled up and hiding under the desk, slowly emerged, cautiously looking around.

"Phew..."

He sighed in relief. It seemed the man who had entered earlier had left without noticing him. Hyesung wiped his forehead with his sleeve. He wasn’t one to sweat easily, but the tension had drenched him, making him feel sticky and uncomfortable.

In the end, the very thing he had feared had happened. The original plan was to search the place while the gang members were away, find any evidence, and then slip out.

But they had returned much earlier than expected. Hyesung cautiously peeked through the gap in the curtains and looked outside. About four cars were haphazardly parked in front of the building.

They must all be back, and it wasn’t even 9:20 yet.

He recalled the words the man had spoken when he entered the room earlier: "That bastard wants me to go back to Pohang? He always does whatever he pleases." From what he could gather, it seemed like Jung Se-jin had given them some orders.

Perhaps he had told them to leave the area. But from the man's frustration, it was clear they didn’t have the best relationship.

In any case, the timing had worked out. Hyesung patted the pocket where the bankbook and USB were stored. Now he just had to focus on getting out. His plan was to slip out through the back door, hide in the bushes, and figure out the next steps from there.

He considered leaving a message for Seong-han, but it was likely that he had already noticed the change and was acting accordingly. It was Seong-han who had told him to run without looking back if things got dangerous.

Hyesung carefully stood up and opened the door. He looked around cautiously, hearing some murmuring coming from the other room on the left.

Are they all gathered in there?

Regardless, now was the time to move. Hyesung quickly but quietly dashed to the back door.

He carefully opened the door, ready to bolt, when—

"I’ve been waiting for you to come out."

"..."

Hyesung froze in his tracks. Standing in front of him was a man with a cigarette hanging from his lips, grinning wickedly. The cigarette smoke was familiar; it was the same scent he had noticed while hiding in the room earlier.

"I was hoping for something more exciting when I heard there was a rat hiding around here. But what’s this? You look pretty weak and pathetic."

"...How long have you known?"

Hyesung’s eyes widened as he glared at the man, who responded with a mocking laugh.

"First, I got a call from one of my men who caught another rat."

Park Yul took a step closer to Hyesung.

As the distance between them decreased, Hyesung felt paralyzed. There was nowhere to run, and more importantly, the menacing aura emanating from the man gave Hyesung the unsettling feeling that he was on a completely different level than any other gangster he had encountered before.

"Second..."

In a flash, Park Yul’s hand shot out and clamped around Hyesung’s neck.

"Ugh…"

Hyesung’s slender neck was completely engulfed by the man’s large hand.

"Your pheromones were reeking of fear. How could I not notice?"

Apparently, Hyesung had unknowingly released pheromones due to the extreme tension. Having only recently presented as an Omega, he still struggled with controlling them.

"So you’re Chun Hyesung, right? I thought I recognized your face."

Park Yul recalled the photo of Hyesung that Jung Se-jin had shown him a few days ago.

"Urgh… let… let me go…"

"Wow, this is hilarious. That bastard Jung Se-jin couldn’t have planned this better. Ha ha."

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Hyesung’s vision began to blur. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the man’s face, and everything seemed to be going dark, as if someone had splashed black ink across his eyes. He feared that if he blinked, he would lose consciousness entirely.

Desperately, Hyesung fumbled for his phone in his back pocket. He tried to tap the screen with what little strength he had left, but Park Yul snatched the phone out of his hand.

"It’s useless to call for help."

With a flick, the phone dropped to the ground, and Park Yul mercilessly stomped on it, shattering it completely.

That was the last thing Hyesung saw before everything went black.

When Hyesung opened his eyes, only one thought crossed his mind: what are the odds of being kidnapped and held captive twice in one lifetime?

It was an absurd thought for the situation, but he couldn’t help being a bit self-deprecating.

Had his approach been wrong? Was it a mistake to try to handle this alone? Was he paying the price for being reckless, as everyone had warned him?

As these pessimistic thoughts ran through his head, his eyes landed on Seong-han, who was unconscious and sprawled out on the floor. Judging by his battered appearance, he had taken quite a beating.

"…"

Even amidst his pessimism and the guilt of dragging someone else into this mess, a primal instinct for survival began to kick in. It was an almost animalistic drive to escape.

His hands were tied with ropes, but luckily, his legs were free. It seemed they had been in a hurry when they restrained him, not bothering to tie his legs.

The only advantage he had over the time Kim Doo-seong kidnapped him was that he knew exactly where he was. They had locked him back in the same room where he had found the evidence earlier.

But there was one glaring downside: this situation felt far more dangerous than the last time. His instincts were screaming at him, and he couldn’t shake the ominous feeling that he might not survive this. Hyesung knew why he felt this way.

"You’re awake?"

The man from earlier opened the door and stepped into the room.

"I was worried I choked you out. I almost thought you were dead."

This man was far more dangerous than Kim Doo-seong had ever been. Hyesung suspected that this man was the leader of the Yushinpa—the same man Taesung had struggled with in the past.

"So you’re really Chun Hyesung, Kwon Yi-hyuk’s lackey."

"…I’m not a lackey. I’m his secretary."

Even in the brief moment it took to speak, pain shot through Hyesung’s throat. The grip had been so tight that his neck still burned.

"You know who I am?"

"You’re the leader of the Yushinpa, aren’t you?"

Park Yul’s lips curled into a smirk, causing the scars on his face to shift in a grotesque way.

"You must know more than that. Otherwise, why would you try to steal this?"

Park Yul pulled the bankbook and USB from his jacket and tossed them at Hyesung’s feet. He then squatted down, bringing himself to eye level with him.

"So, you know everything, huh? How we set this whole thing up?"

"What exactly are you asking? Are you talking about your long-standing relationship with Jung Se-jin? Or how the two of you conspired to frame Taesung?"

"Wow, you really do know everything, huh? You’re pretty sharp."

Park Yul jabbed his finger into Hyesung’s forehead, pushing his head back. Hyesung’s gaze remained fixed on the items on the floor. Sensing this, Park Yul sneered and tossed the ziplock bag onto the desk.

"So you found out, and you decided to break in here? What were you planning to do with this? Turn it over to the police? Sorry, but it wouldn’t have done any good."

The malicious laughter in his voice made Hyesung’s ears ring. His suspicion that Daehyun had someone inside the police was proving true.

"Not that it matters now since you got caught."

"Do you really think Jung Se-jin keeps you around because he cares about you?"

Hyesung quickly adjusted his thinking. Since they were already talking, he figured he might as well test his theory that the relationship between the two wasn’t as strong as it appeared.

"Isn’t it more likely that he just sees you as a convenient tool? Someone he can order around as he pleases?"

For the first time, a crack appeared in Park Yul’s previously calm and confident expression. That was the thing about people like him—they were relatively easy to read, which made them easier to manipulate.

"Just like I’m not your tool."

Suddenly, a large hand flew toward Hyesung’s face.

Smack! The impact was so intense that Hyesung’s head snapped to the side. It sounded like a hammer hitting asphalt, far louder than anything a hand could produce. The pain was so intense that Hyesung clenched his fists tightly.

"I hate people who run their mouths without thinking."

"Ha... Jung Se-jin doesn’t care about you. He’s just keeping you around because it’s not the right time to dispose of you yet."

This time, a kick landed squarely in Hyesung’s stomach, causing him to spit out blood-tinged saliva. The impact from the slap had caused his mouth to bleed profusely.

"Sorry, but I’m not going to give up. I’ll expose everything about what you and Jung Se-jin have been doing! When that happens, can you be sure he won’t throw you away?"

Hyesung shouted with all the anger he could muster, more as a way to keep himself conscious than anything else.

Every time Park Yul struck him, Hyesung felt himself slipping further into darkness, and no matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t come up with a way to escape.

He kept telling himself that he had to keep talking to stay sane because the thought of dying at this man’s hands was becoming more and more real.

"Shit, you little..."

Park Yul grabbed Hyesung by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

"What are you going to do? You’re going to die here anyway. I just had a great idea. Kwon Yi-hyuk really cares about you, doesn’t he?"

"...What are you suddenly...?"

Park Yul suddenly grabbed a box cutter from the desk. The sound of the blade clicking out made Hyesung’s skin crawl. The cold steel touched his temple.

"What if I killed you slowly and painfully, and then delivered your body to that bastard? Maybe he’d lose his mind and kill himself too."

"...."

"I really want Kwon Yi-hyuk dead. I regret not killing him before. So I thought about how I could make him suffer more, and then you showed up."

Hyesung’s eyes widened in fear. The look in the man’s eyes was nothing short of inhuman.

This was no mere anger or an attempt to resolve a situation—this was pure sadism. The man was driven by a twisted desire to inflict pain for his own pleasure.

This was a different level of fear compared to what he had felt with Kim Doo-seong. The terror seeped into him, clinging to his very soul.

"Boss! Yul! Boss!"

At that moment, the door burst open, and a subordinate rushed in. Without removing the blade from Hyesung’s temple, Park Yul turned his head with a calm expression.

"What is it?"

"It’s… something went wrong."

"Then fix it."

"It’s not that…! There’s a recording… online…"

The word "recording" made Park Yul’s eyes narrow dangerously. He glanced at Hyesung’s face and noticed something that made him pause.

Even as he was being held by the collar, Hyesung was smiling faintly despite his bleeding mouth. Park Yul clicked his tongue in frustration and threw Hyesung to the floor.

"Ugh..."

Hyesung groaned in pain as he hit the ground. The box cutter that had been in Park Yul’s hand fell next to him with a soft thud.