The Rats Escaped From The Tigers (1)

Warning! This chapter has adult-restricted contents such as the use of vulgar languages, violence, intercourse, and might even show the portrayal of harmful activities. Continue at your own risk.

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The street lights sparkled like stars on the road. These were his source of direction. The short walls also helped Park Wonho distinguish he was coming close to the Young family's mansion. Half an hour passed, and he arrived at his destination.

"Good evening, Leader," was the greet that Park Wonho received from Ban Seo after leaving the vehicle.

Park Wonho sent these two along with his most trusted men to the field to see the mansion. If the heiress ever suddenly paid a visit.

But so far, Park Wonho's team could not see a single clue about the whereabouts of the runaway heiress.

Bringing his brows together, he needed to catch this little rabbit before someone else did.

"What's in the report?" Park Wonho asked Ban Seo who was standing beside him as they walked toward the entrance of the mansion.

"A bunch of rats had been visiting Young's mansion. It is not clarified if it were the Heiress and her friends, or just some… people."

Park Wonho halted in front of the mansion's entrance door after hearing his words. What reason for a group of unrelated people would make them sneak inside? Was it to steal? Park Wonho knew there would nobody else than… "Friends, you say. Weren't they taken care of?"

"Yes, they were. But it's just a mere assumption, Leader," Kim Dong butted in while picking something from his pocket. "The rats didn't leave a spot other than this short red ribbon."

"An assumption," Park Wonho mouthed, "I don't think so." He accepted the symbol of the Lee family with a hand. His gaze turned dark as he looked at the short red ribbon in his palm. Only a certain mafia family wore the ribbon, apart from printing a lotus on their necks. "The Lee family is a very close 'friend' of us."

What could be the reason for the Lee family's tour at the Young family's mansion? Were they looking for the runaway heiress as same as the Ryeom family?

Certainly, that would be a nuisance to Park Wonho's side.

"No, we ain't a friend of the Lee family. We ain't fond of those people, Leader," interrupted Ban Seo.

"Fuck, can't you spell sarcasm?" Park Wonho puffed.

"I can, Leader," replied Ban Seo before spelling out the word: "S-A-R-C-A-S—"

"Shut the fuck up. Get away from my sight." Annoyed, Park Wonho shoved him out of the way and barged inside the mansion.

Honestly, he remembered the bloody doorway was the pure result of a massacre of the Young family. No matter how Park Wonho sliced it, it was a slaughter. It was an unfair battle. A good plan to finish their enemy.

"Did I do something wrong again?" Ban Seo looked to Kim Dong and asked him.

"Yes, you stepped on a huge cow shit," Kim Dong scoffed, pertaining that Ban Seo stepped on a landmine from irritating Park Wonho.

"Huh, I did not." Ban Seo checked the soles of his leathered shoes.

"Sigh, Ban Seo. You are hopeless." Kim Dong dramatically shook his head. He could no longer understand how Ban Seo's head worked.

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In the middle of the night, Young Mirae stormed inside her fake grandfather's room after returning from the energy-draining work. She pushed the door so loud that he woke up.

"Wake up, fake gran-gran." Young Mirae pulled the blanket, and below the blanket was the old saggy ball clothed in a panda top and pajamas.

"...I am awake," he sleepily mumbled.

Letting him sit on his bed first, Young Mirae followed, "I know now who killed my family. I think they are near and I can find them."

"And?" was the frugal reply from the sleepy old man.

And? What did he mean by that? Young Mirae just told him that would eventually meet these people who killed her mafia family.

Why was his reaction this plain?

"I'm not letting karma deal with this, fake gran-gran. I can't trust it'll be enough of a punishment, nor can I say it'd be fast enough," Young Mirae hissed, "I am going to get them."

"And?" was the fake grandfather's frugal response, again. "You're like a six-year-old telling her mother that she had a nightmare."

Young Mirae batted her eyelashes. "Wha, what? You're not a mother. Don't you have a dick of your own, ballsack?"

"Look at the rich words you are using. Are you certain you are a grown-up adult, Baek Sunhi?" He shook his head. He spooned his way to the edge of his bed and pulled the blanket onto the floor.

"I didn't sign up to be your granddaughter. I didn't sign up to be Baek Sunhi."

"Tell me, Baek Sunhi. Do you have money to pull your revenge? Do you have a concrete plan? You can't even suffice your needs, you dumb piece of shit."

"I'm not a shit," Young Mirae growled.

"But you did not deny that you are dumb," asserted the Grand Dog.

"Ah, I — so what? I will show you that I can earn money to suffice my needs." Young Mirae clenched her hands into fists. "I will give you the front seat for my show. You better grant me your full focus, or you will be lost in the story, dickhead."

Without leaving his bed, the fake grandfather mocked, "Sure. It's an honor to receive a ticket from you, Heiress of the Young family. I will not take my eyes off of your 'little' show."

Young Mirae matched his gaze. Her eyes were on fire, but it could not melt the haughty stare from her fake grandfather.

Clearly, he would flash the same bored expression if Young Mirae mentioned she found a potential ally who was the underboss, but he was missing.

Defeated.

Young Mirae always felt flattened whenever she would talk with this saggy ball old-man. This Grand Dog would never be an ally of her but a hamper.

In the first place, why did Young Mirae's grandfather think of sending her to this asshole and be her guardian was a great idea?

Young Mirae clicked her tongue. She went off from his bedroom by shoving the door hard that it was about to break off from its hold.

Behind the exit, Kang Mirae was standing by the hallway. She seemed to have woken up from the noise Young Mirae made. Flashing her concern on her face, she queried, "...Sunhi?"

'...Does she pity me?' Why was she looking at her like that? Young Mirae did not want someone to look at her with pitiful eyes. It was one thing she hated the most. 

Shaking off the negative thoughts to Kang Mirae, Young Mirae apologized, "I'm sorry I woke you up, Mirae." Afterward, she ignored the woman and walked toward her room.