The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

The Taste of Money (3)

He wasn’t wrong.

Because if we get blacklisted after getting caught up in this mess, all the time and money we had spent would just go to waste.

In the worst case scenario, it could even get our identities revealed.

After all, we were supposed to be acting like a couple of guys with more money than sense.

Slap!

Once again I heard the sound of flesh striking flesh.

The girls who had been seated nearby had all run out of the hall to find some of their colleagues.

“Cheeky bitch. How dare you look down on me?”

“Moo- Moon-Joong-ah…”

“Please sir, you can’t do this.”

The woman’s head drooped down as she lost consciousness.

Unexpectedly, a waiter tried to persuade him, but their words had the opposite effect.

It might have been because his blood was up, or it might be the alcohol.

But with a flushed red face, the man dismissively threw cash on the waiter’s face.

By the way, I could have sworn that I had heard the name Moon-Joong from somewhere.

“Fuck you. Take this tip and get lost before I teach you a lesson as well. Who do you poor bastards think you’re touching?”

Holding back his anger, the waiter could only bite his tongue.

Without the necessary power and authority, there was nothing that he could do.

However the waiter refused to take a step back either and continued to block the man from approaching the woman.

“Why aren’t you getting out of my way?”

“I am very sorry, sir.”

Slap-!

“I told you, get out of my way!”

“I am very sorry, sir.”

Slap-!

The waiter endured the man’s ruthless assault in place of the woman.

Everyone else was watching this sight while holding their breaths.

The atmosphere had already frozen solid.

I stopped to take a look around.

Wait a moment. Weren’t the employees talking about some kind of ‘settlement’ earlier? It had seemed pretty abrupt as well.

I raised my head to look up at the basement’s upper level.

The people standing there were in front of some lighting, so only their silhouettes were visible.

I could see that a few of them had started to scurry about, having noticed the brewing situation.

Our chance had come.

If my instincts were correct, that is…

I pointed the money-guns at that guy called Moon-Joong and pulled the triggers.

Whiiiing- Whiiiing-

With a mechanical whirring, the checks started pouring forth.

“Whoa!”

The paper crashed into Moon-Joong’s upper body and immediately sent him falling onto the floor.

The gazes from the crowd that had been fixed on him now turned to me.

The music had also stopped in the middle of all of this, leaving only silence.

‘What great timing.’

Moon-Joong’s head swelled up as if it was about to explode from his own rage.

He was so overwhelmed with disbelief that he was struck speechless.

His lips flapping soundlessly, he thrust his finger at me.

“You….what!”

“Aah. Sorry. Your barking was so noisy that I just had to shut you up.”

“What!?”

As he pretended to be trying to drag me back, Mong-Doo surreptitiously whispered to me.

“Are you insane?”

-Right. Well said Mong-Doo. Are you drunk, newbie?

Black also chimed in with an uncharacteristically serious voice.

While pretending to be trying to pull myself free, I tilted my chin upwards.

“2 o’clock. The second floor.”

I tried to use something like ventriloquism to convey the message, but it seemed like Mong-Doo managed to understand it.

His gaze turned towards the direction that I had indicated.

Among the people gathered at the balcony, there was a woman who stood out from the rest.

She had an imposing air that suggested she held absolute control.

Her piercing gaze shone clearly from beneath the eyeshadow and thick make-up.

Mong-Doo was quick as a whip.

He figured everything out as soon as he saw the connection between my sudden outburst and that woman.

He secretly reported the truth in my place.

“Madam Shim is on the second floor. The lens can’t pick her up from this angle.”

-Damn it. Isn’t there anything you can do?

Despite Black’s request, it was impossible with only the camera hanging from the middle of my shirt.

We couldn’t just suddenly lean backwards, so that the camera could get a good view.

Moon-Joong brushed aside the waiter and stomped up to me.

“You bastards, just what are you saying about me underneath your breaths?”

“Stop pulling on me. I’m perfectly sober right this moment.”

I gave Mong-Doo a signal.

I would soon get the chance to impress that woman with my identity.

Because everything we had done up till now was all for that purpose.

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