Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1256

“Huff, huff……”

Under the dazzling lights, people were dancing. The intense heat filled the venue.

“Huff, huff……”

A man wandered through the crowd.

His shoulders trembled as he looked around, his appearance far from someone enjoying themselves.

His feet, failing to step properly, twisted, and the man staggered as if he would fall to the side.

Thud!

“Ah, what’s this?”

“If you’re drunk, go home quietly!”

The staggering man bumped into several people and collapsed onto a table. Bottles and glasses fell to the floor and shattered.

“Hey… what the hell is this guy?”

“Huff.”

Pressing down on the table, the man rose, his fierce eyes glaring at those who had gotten up. The strange force in his gaze silenced them, and the man staggered away again.

“What’s with that guy?”

“……I don’t know. He seems crazy.”

Low voices came from behind, but they didn’t reach the man’s ears.

No, even if he had heard them, the man’s reaction wouldn’t have changed. He didn’t have the capacity to care about such words right now.

His trembling hands gripped his face. The man hunched slightly and closed his eyes. The loud music and ear-splitting shouts echoed, vibrating his eardrums.

His head felt like it was about to break.

‘Where?’

The man lifted his head and looked around.

His eyes couldn’t focus properly, and the surroundings were so dark that it was hard to make out people’s faces. But the man desperately strained his eyes, looking around.

“Ah!”

He seemed to have finally found someone and moved towards a corner.

Staggering, he stood before two men smoking in the corner.

“……I brought the money.”

The two men, who had been smoking with indifferent expressions, turned their gaze to the man.

“The, the stuff……”

“Shhh.”

One of the men put a finger to his lips. Then, he gestured with his chin towards the outside.

“Follow me.”

“Yes.”

The three of them silently walked out of the club.

They walked a little way from the entrance and entered an alley. One of them opened a back door of a building on one side and went inside. The others followed silently.

Inside the back door was a small space.

A closed-down shop.

The front was all glass, but the shutters were down, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

One man sat on a chair in the center, and another man naturally went to the entrance and stood there. As if to prevent anyone from escaping.

“Did you bring the money?”

“Yes! Yes! I brought it!”

The man thrust his trembling hand into his pocket. A wad of cash emerged in his hand.

“How much?”

“……For now, one million won.”

The man’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“One million won isn’t enough. You need to give me 1.5 million.”

“B-but last time it was definitely one million… I’ve always bought it for one million.”

“Ha… this guy doesn’t know the market. Don’t you know supply and demand? There are a lot of people who want it, but if the supply is low, the price naturally goes up. Don’t you know?”

“Bring more money. Or you don’t get the stuff.”

“T-this is all I could get right now!”

“Then I can’t sell it.”

As the man tried to get up, the man grabbed his sleeve with trembling hands.

“P-please! I’ll die without it.”

“……Won’t you let go?”

“Please, please! It was really hard to get this money. Please, just this once.”

“Ha……”

The man looked at the man with a displeased expression and sighed.

“Alright, alright. Since you’re a regular, I’ll give it to you for one million this time. But next time, if you don’t bring 1.5 million, you’re out of luck. Got it?”

“Yes! Yes! Thank you!”

The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ampoule.

“Money.”

The man quickly handed the wad of cash to the man. The man took the money without counting it, stuffed it into his pocket, and lightly tossed the ampoule to the man.

The man received the ampoule with trembling hands.

Then, he rummaged through his pocket and pulled something out.

A syringe.

A new, unopened syringe was broken. It must have broken when he fell earlier. As the man’s face filled with embarrassment, the man who had handed over the ampoule chuckled.

“Seriously… this guy, you were in such a hurry, but you can’t even manage a single syringe?”

“Ah……”

“Tsk tsk, well, it’s partly our fault too… Hey, do we have any spare syringes?”

“I have one here.”

“Give it to that guy. He’s going to pass out like that.”

The man guarding the door took out a syringe from his pocket and threw it to the man. The man caught the syringe and bowed repeatedly.

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

The man sneered.

“We should be making it edible so our customers can use it comfortably… but our standards are too low, so we can only give it to you as an injection. And it’s not cheap either. Understand? It’s actually harder to smuggle the drugs.”

The man barely listened to what the men were saying and tore open the syringe, sticking it into the ampoule.

“Take it slow, take it slow. It’s not like anyone’s coming here.”

At that moment.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

The syringe, about to be inserted into the ampoule, stopped. At the same time, the men’s heads turned in unison towards one side.

The door.

The firmly closed door.

“What’s that sound?”

“It sounds like someone’s here?”

The men’s faces hardened.

Of course, it wasn’t strange for someone to come. This office had been used as their drug dealing spot for a while now. In other words, most of their customers knew about this office.

It wasn’t uncommon for customers who couldn’t find them inside the club to come directly here. They had told them not to do that several times, but those high on drugs couldn’t even wait a little while.

“Check it out.”

“Just a moment.”

The man guarding the door quietly approached the door and put his ear to it. A thick steel door. It was impossible to force it open unless they opened it from this side.

Knock knock.

At the second knock, the man frowned slightly.

There were no windows at the back, so it was impossible to see who was outside before opening the door. They had thought about installing CCTV, but they didn’t do it because they thought it would only increase suspicion if it was installed poorly.

As they were wondering what to do, a low voice came from outside.

“I know you’re in there.”

“Open up.”

The men’s eyes twitched slightly.

‘Is it the cops?’

‘Doesn’t sound like the cops?’

‘What do we do?’

But their worries didn’t last long.

Before they could decide how to respond, a strange sound began to be heard.

Crack.

The eyes of those inside turned sharply towards the source of the sound.

Crack, crack.

The door was twisting.

The sound of metal shifting came from the doorknob area, and soon the handle began to bend strangely.

Everyone was speechless at the unimaginable sight.

And at the same time….

Creak, creak, creak.

The handle was completely crushed. If it was twisted like that, there was no way the lock could work.

Screeeeeak.

The completely twisted door slowly began to open.

Gulp.

The men swallowed hard, watching the door open. Finally, the door swung open, and a man in a suit, with his hands in his pockets, stood in the doorway.

A black suit.

Immaculate shoes.

And hair neatly slicked back with pomade.

He looked like an Italian mafia boss from a movie. The difference was that the Italian mafia bosses in movies had a somewhat gentle feel, while the man in front of them had no warmth at all.

It was a strange feeling, like a person carved from ice had come to life.

“Who……”

The man in the suit slowly walked inside. Then, men in suits, like the man, came in from behind at a slightly faster pace and blocked the entrance.

The man in the suit took his hands out of his pockets.

In his hand was a pack of red cigarettes.

He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and one of the men next to him took out a lighter and lit it for him.

“Sssip.”

The man deeply inhaled the cigarette smoke and slowly exhaled.

“Hoo.”

The man shook his head a couple of times and looked at those inside with cold eyes.

“You.”

The man in the tracksuit who had handed over the ampoule flinched and looked at the man in the suit.

“Come here.”

Even though the man gestured with his finger, the drug dealer in the tracksuit hesitated and didn’t react. Then, the man in the suit’s eyes twitched slightly.

“If I have to say it again, you won’t like what happens. Come here.”

“……Who are you?”

The man in the suit looked at the drug dealer with a slightly annoyed expression.

“You can’t understand what I’m saying.”

The man in the suit strode forward.

“No……”

Before he could finish his sentence, the man in the suit kicked the drug dealer in the tracksuit in the shin.

“Aaaargh!”

The man in the tracksuit clutched his shin and fell to the floor. He had lived a rough life and had been beaten up many times, but this was different. It felt like his leg was broken from a light kick, and an enormous pain surged through him.

The man in the suit began to stomp on the man on the floor with cold eyes.

Each time he extended his foot, a dull thud echoed through the shop.

“C-Chief!”

“Chief, you’ll kill him! Chief!”

Even after hearing those words, the man in the suit kicked the man in the tracksuit a few more times, then dusted off his sleeves and turned around.

“Bring a chair.”

“Yes!”

The men who were waiting quickly rushed forward and brought the chair from the center.

The man sat on the chair, crossed his legs, put a new cigarette in his mouth, and lit it.

“Ugh…”

The man in the tracksuit couldn’t get up and groaned on the floor.

“Get up.”

At the man’s cold voice, the man in the tracksuit struggled to get up. He wasn’t in a condition to stand properly, but he didn’t dare to refuse the man’s order.

He had messed up.

Realizing that his opponent was on a different level, he knew that further resistance was meaningless.

“Come here.”

The man in the tracksuit staggered over and knelt in front of the chair. Even though he hadn’t been told to kneel.

The man with the cigarette in his mouth stared at the man in the tracksuit for a moment before opening his mouth.

“If you answer well, I’ll let you live. Understand?”

“Yes……”

“Good.”

The man smiled lightly, as if pleased. But no one thought that smile was genuine.

“What I want to ask is very simple. That stuff you’re selling. Where did you get it?”

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

“……I can’t tell you that… I got it from some really scary people……”