Chapter 14 – Three Ways To Murder Your Boss (11)

This was definitely not Edeline’s telepathy. This foolish dragon couldn’t even afford to perform such simple magic. The identity of the opponent was easily identified.

Minjun automatically responded. “….Hm.”

In his head was a detailed dissection diagram, where he was stimulating a cut-off of the dragon’s body that would definitely not look pleasing to watch, but would still garner him a full score in terms of the impact it would bring to the research of the dragon community.

Minjun was determined to cut in that manner.

The moment he got the right angle and raised his blade, a stronger telepathic wave hit his head.

= I strongly recommend against it. I wish I could stop here. =

Only then did Minjun lift his head and look at a part of the night sky. There was nothing there but the moon and stars shining brightly, and there was no hesitation in those eyes.

The speaker behind the telepathic message then spoke again after a brief silence, this time sounding a little embarrassed.

= ….Still, you’re pretty amazing, Minjun. =

The other party had been using magic to observe the place where Minjun was from afar. He felt surprised because Minjun immediately noticed the angle from where he was looking at the scene. It was as if the object inside the monitor was looking straight at the viewer.

Minjun spoke up. “I can’t do that, President.”

President Jenkinson then replied in a sad tone.

= Thank you for carrying out my commission perfectly. The conditional citizenship Edeline obtained has just been revoked. You will now be forcibly banished to the original dimension. Thank you for your hard work. =

Just as there were yellow-haired Koreans and Korean-Americans, citizenship was ultimately the decisive factor that would determine a person’s affiliation.

Likewise, a dragon who had obtained earth citizenship was recognized as a resident of this world. However, a dragon without it was just an alien, just like Edeline now was.

What President Jenkinson wanted was to prove her accusations and create an excuse to kick her out of this world.

“As I said, the work has been completed. However, there’s an underlying problem. I’m not sure if Edeline is completely incapacitated now.”

= Look at that flipped eye over there. It’s clear that Edeline’s no longer able to resist. =

“You have to beat the stone bridge before you cross over it. This is especially the case when your opponent is a dragon. Isn’t that the reason why you chose me for this mission? I did my best not to disappoint you.”

= Should I cut off the wings? =

“Yeah, and the arms and legs.”

In the future, no dragon would surely dare to touch him.

=….As your employer, this is something you should understand and move on over. However, as a dragon, I have to stop you here. This is my job as an elder dragon. =

Minjun could soon feel his anger rising. “If you entrusted me with proof because you can’t trust your people without evidence, shouldn’t you just leave all of this to me?”

= That’s right. That’s why, even after the allegations became clear, I just watched what she was doing in ‘getting out.’ But do you even see me trying to cut off the calf beyond just stinging them? =

With arms bending inward, Minjun spoke, all whilst swallowing a curse.

“This bastard has invaded ‘my realm.’”

= I know what that means to you. =

“If you know I’ve been sensitive to that, understand what’s next.”

= This is a race issue. I can’t help it, either. =

In fact, what Minjun was trying to do was a close-kick. Instant death had been avoided, but the consequences from doing so still remained. There was no possibility that it would eventually lead to death.

President Jenkinson ponded about this. After a while, he finally said something that he didn’t want to say.

= Minjun, please don’t make me seem like I’m being naïve. Should I be mentioning the Dragonic Code here? =

“….!”

Actually, according to the Dragonic Code that ruled over the constitution, only a dragon could save the life of another dragon. President Jenksinon had hinted at the fact that Minjun’s work could be put on the agenda at the Balaur family meeting.

The thought that this would be handled by an elder dragon rather than the de facto head of the immigration office only sparked Minjun’s anger. He began to spit out, “Really, everything is too easy for a dragon, especially for the president.”

= Minjun, let’s be more honest. Right now, no one can hear the two of us with this magic circuit. =

With that, Minjun’s anger burst out. He began to shout in the air, almost as if staring straight at the undisclosed opponent. His voice then began to resound at the foot of the mountain, right where the night had been descending towards.

“So, if you want to tell me this and that, you shouldn’t have had me take good care of them in the first place!”

= … =

The telepathic line was silent for a moment. Minjun began to recall a letter he had gotten from President Jenkinson, one that had been handed over by his secretary.

‘To a dear friend who has been with me for a long time.

I’m begging you. Find out who the motherfucker who did this foolish thing is. I can’t go to the front, so I want to ask you something.

If you listen to my request, I will assume that there is no debt from the interstellar slime operation two hundred years ago.’

Below that was a pledge of a certain amount of Talent and earth currency.

The period of two hundred years ago that had been mentioned in the letter had happened before the two had come to Earth for their own reasons. In other words, President Jenkinson knew that Minjun was not an Earthling.

=…Well, there is no excuse for that part… =

Edeline had completely misunderstood their relationship.

Minjun was acting as a contract agent for the immigration office because this status was the best mask that could both legally and naturally punish extraterrestrial criminals. Meanwhile, President Jenkinson needed a good solver to solve the problems in his area.

These two needs only naturally met at one rare point, and Minjun could cancel the contract at any time to start moving as he pleased. It just created some discomfort for him, but not for Jenkinson.

Minjun then spoke in a clear tone.

“Jenkinson, things are different now. The contents requested through the letter have already been completed. From now on, this is my personal matter. I’m going to punish the assassins who touched my territory.”

= Then, as an individual, I will also earnestly ask you. As an old friend, will you please listen to my request? =

The implications behind this was simple.

In addition to the cancellation of Minjun’s debt from 200 years ago, President Jenkinson’s debt would be increased. The reason behind this was because of his duties as an elder dragon. If Minjun were to flatten the outline of the dragon in front of him, even if he were to survive, it would surely take decades to recover from it. Rumors were inevitably spreading around.

Minjun didn’t quite understand all of the Dragonic Code since it had more than ten thousand clauses, but he knew that if it happened, Jenkins, the regional manager, would surely get in trouble.

‘After all, you want to solve this as quietly as possible.’

Minjun went silent for a moment. Jenkinson then added.

= Of course, I promise to thoroughly conduct education for young dragons in the future. We don’t know how many more dragons will come to Earth in the future. We will thoroughly establish a procedure to prevent a recurrence. =

There was one thing Jenkinson didn’t know.

In fact, from the moment Minjun learned that the president was watching, he decided to abandon half of his original plan.

‘But, no matter how much you think, just exchanging one debt is not enough.’

It seemed that this would be enough to pass the time. He then looked at the night sky and said, “Aren’t you saying that private sanctions that can stand out from others are difficult? We don’t want to see a log dragon being carried away.”

= Yes. =

“But I can’t get enough of this.”

= Then what would you like to do? =

Minjun replied promptly. “I need to draw some blood from this bastard.”

= … =

“Don’t worry, I’m not talking about making offerings with black magic. I’ll just draw blood with normal magic. What do you think?”

Since it was a magical method, it would quickly gain some vitality, as did Kim Yeon-ju, but it would not lead to death.

“It might give you a little life, but it won’t hurt. What do you think?”

Among the silences that filled the gap between the two so far, this was the longest one.

In the end, President Jenkinson made a decision.

= Still. You’re amazing, Minjun. =

After waiting for a while, the immigration officers in charge of cleaning up the site had arrived.

They then approached Minjun with a very cautious attitude. As soon as he nodded, they immediately erased the traces of the battle without saying another word, effectively clearing up the scattered Edeline. The dragon’s interrogation would soon be conducted by the dragon sent by Jenkinsons.

Agents removed the scale fragments from the stone floor, carefully placing them in separate containers and digging up whole soil soaked in dragon blood for storage.

Trade in the form of dragon body fluids, organs, and skin was strictly prohibited by law, but it was rarely sold on the black market. It went without saying that the price was exorbitantly high.

‘If you add up everything that has been recovered here, it would definitely be worth several billion won.’

In any case, it couldn’t be compared to the value of the fresh dragon blood that Minjun had taken.

Hemolysis, which was not frozen, but collected by magical means with vitality, was the most powerful magic sample. He had no intention of selling it on the black market or the like. This already precious treasure would definitely increase in value several times if it went through Minjun’s hand. The uses for this proved to be endless.

And…

Tiiing!

Account Information (Prisoner Identification Number: Asif-666) ‘Old Friend’ deposited 10,000 Talents into the prisoner’s account.

President Jenkinson robbed his money and proceeded to deposit the dimensional common currency into his account.

Unlike global currency, that wasn’t something that even a dragon could easily obtain. Jenkinson showed his sincerity as he had to pay for the gift tax levitating in the middle.

The current account balance is 31,523 Talents. Be careful. As soon as the Talents in the account are converted to negative (-), statutory interest will be charged. Excessive delinquency may result in summary execution. The severance pay (immediate release bail) set for ‘Prisoner Identification Number: Asif-666’ is 5,124,990 Talents.

‘Your account balance has increased by 50%.’

The Talent he had received today was the amount that could be obtained by catching 50 common criminals like Etrella.

Minjun sent a certain amount to Jeongpal’s account after confirming that the money had also been deposited in the district’s bank account. He then called him up.

“Ah… bro! I just texted and confirmed.”

His voice was filled with happiness as he saw the amount.

“Who is Managing Director Kim Yeon-joo?”

“I thought it would be difficult if we stayed together in the office, so we took him to a separate place. This isn’t the police station, of course. Has the dragon… been dealt with?”

“Yes.”

“No, but how did you do it? No matter how big…”

At this, he paused for a moment to ask his question.

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“Give me the address so we can finish our job as soon as possible.” “Yes. Will you be interrogating Kim Yeon-ju yourself?”

Jenkinson’s personal request had been resolved, but the original request to find the whereabouts of President Jang Tae-joon was still ongoing. While the dragons were interrogating Edeline, Minjun had no intention of playing.

Minjun then moved with the foreboding feeling that things would be much easier since its use had now been put away.

And, as always, his premonitions didn’t work out.