Chapter 270 – (Abduction) Mr. Choi’s Daily Life
There was a time when everything was done with just one word.
I could buy anything I wanted to buy, and I could eat any woman I wanted to fuck.
There were people who actually committed suicide when told to die, and there were people who pretended to die if they could not choose death.
It felt like being a god.
It felt like I could split the sky, walk on water, and play with the world at will while holding the world in my hands.
Clearly, Mr. Choi had such a time.
-Ssucksssss
But now he was washing the toilet bowl.
He, who reigned as the giant and king of the underworld, limped on his leg and lost one of his wrists while diligently wiping the toilet.
He was cleaning the mansion of Jung Sung-min, who was once his pet.
“Hey! Do you want to linger? I told you to finish it in 30 minutes!”
“Uh. Oh, I’m sorry…Daddy, I’ll finish it quickly.”
No one has ever been able to treat themselves carelessly.
No, everyone was afraid.
They were the ones who had to ask for their permission to even breathe.
However, now he was being treated as a slave of the lowest rank.
“Tsk. Well, can you do your job properly without one hand? I don’t know why the master uses such an idiot.”
The supervisor who clicked his tongue and turned his back.
Now he is starting to show up who he doesn’t even know is the king of the great underworld.
For example, that ordinary supervisor hired by Jung Sung-min.
The supervisor I wrote earlier knows that he was once ‘Mr. Choi’, so he was fired for not being able to properly roll himself.
So in the eyes of the new supervisor, Mr. Choi was just one of the slaves who couldn’t work.
-Sssssits
Like that, Mr. Choi was gradually being forgotten.
What he was like in the past and what he did.
Even if he knew who he was, he couldn’t be afraid of himself, now an asshole.
What you should be afraid of is Mr. Choi, who doesn’t know when he will be dragged into the torture chamber, not them.
“Whoa…”
How much did you clean like that?
Mr. Choi sighed as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.
After working for about two hours without even straightening my back, I was able to clean all the bathrooms in one area.
While others can finish it in 40 minutes, Mr. Choi had no choice but to take this long because he had one hand.
“Tsk tsk. Are you done now?”
At that time, the supervisor looking at himself in front of the bathroom and clicking his tongue.
Mr. Choi answered by lowering his head as if shaving.
“Yes! Cracked, clean, all organized. Haha.”
Mr. Choi looks at the supervisor with a servile expression.
In response, the supervisor looked around the bathroom with his hands behind his back.
He was looking around the bathroom with his eyes narrowed, trying to find even the slightest blemishes, just like his grumpy expression.
Then he said
“Hey kid. Can you see here?”
A supervisor pointing to the inside of the toilet and raising his voice.
Mr. Choi hurried over and looked there.
A piece of his hair fell near the toilet.
“What is this? Ok? Did you clean it properly?”
“Ah. It’s… It’s like my hair. I fell out while cleaning…”
“It’s done. Clean again.”
“…Yes?”
“Clean up again.”
“Ah… Uh, I’ll get that hair done right away! But it was really clean!”
“Do it again though. Didn’t I tell you to clean it so that not a single speck of dust comes out?”
“…Well, then, can’t we just eat rice? Hehe… It’s already 2 o’clock, but I haven’t had lunch yet.”
Mr. Choi scratches the back of his head and grabs his hungry stomach.
However, the supervisor’s expression was determined.
“This baby didn’t work properly, but is the rice over? Do you dare to eat something?”
“…”
“So you’re listening to insectivores. If the body is sick, is the head good? Or was he born good like his master? A sick bastard.”
It’s a word I can say casually because I don’t know the past of Jung Sung-min and Mr. Choi.
Mr. Choi trembled and clenched his fists.
Even though he had lost himself through severe torture, it was unbearable to hear insults from such an insignificant man.
“Hey. Fuck this bastard, are your eyes open? Hey.”
At that time, the supervisor reads Mr. Choi’s mood and crumples his facial expression.
He said, touching Mr. Choi’s forehead.
“You bastard, don’t you manage your facial expressions? Ok? Does it look like a dick? Uh? Like a fuck? Fucking bastard, is it like a dick?”
This time, the supervisor slapped his cheek.
Mr. Choi lowered his head and clenched his fists.
But-
Haha. Could it be that How dare I…”
Rather than defending his pride, he was more afraid of being dragged into a torture chamber and being tortured.
He didn’t want to go through the pain of flamethrowers shooting all over his body.
“You bastard, are you suddenly changing your attitude? Why? Just like before, make a fucking face. Go ahead.”
However, there was no way the supervisor who caught one case would just let it go.
Even though I was angry, I had to press down and lie down flat.
Mr. Choi regretted it belatedly, but it was after the incident had already happened.
“Haha. This cub can’t you say anything? Sick bastard.”
“…Lol..”
“Hey.”
“Yep.”
“Lie down and practice.”
“City, conduct!”
Mr. Choi doing a stretch-down under the supervisor’s order.
However, he was unbalanced because one of his wrists were blown off, and his leg muscles were also fatally damaged from long torture, so he was unable to properly maintain his posture.
“Isn’t an asshole getting punished properly? You’re a c-brother. If you can’t hold on for 30 minutes in that position, I’ll suggest a torture chamber right away. Got it?”
“…Yes.”
Mr. Choi swallowed his sorrow and answered.
He only lost his temper for no reason.
“You won’t even be able to smoke tips. I’ll be watching for 30 minutes. Wait.”
Saying that, the supervisor took the phone out of his pocket.
Then, after recording the video, I adjusted it so that it could record Mr. Choi lying on his stomach by using the surrounding objects to stand the phone up.
“Hey. You sick bastard.”
“Yes!”
“It’s being recorded, so stay still? If you come 30 minutes later and the recording isn’t done properly, or if you lose your posture in the middle, you’ll be sent straight to the torture chamber. Okay?”
“Yep!”
“You bastard only answers well. Then she comes in half an hour.”
A supervisor humming a song while leaving his seat.
Mr. Choi swallowed his anger and began to try to find a more comfortable position.
One of his wrists was missing, so it was difficult to balance his body as his right arm, which had no wrist, was toxic.
“Kheukh…Keuhhh…”
However, since he could not be dragged into the torture chamber, Mr. Choi endured for 25 minutes with superhuman mental strength.
Now he was the one who could be freed from this insane torture if he held out for five more minutes.
But then.
“What is this bastard? You are being punished. Kick kick”
Suddenly, ‘workers’ came to the bathroom where Mr. Choi was in charge.
Among Jeong Seong-min’s lower-ranking slaves, they were in charge of ‘maintenance’, and were mainly in charge of cleaning the building or repairing any broken parts.
In terms of discipline, he was Mr. Choi’s superior.
“Why are you here?”
“Have you been robbed by the supervisor again?”
“Tsk tsk. Poor bastard.”
The main age group is in their early 20s to early 30s, and they are full-blooded workers.
One of them said, looking at Mr. Choi, who was sweating profusely.
“Hey. Just wake up I will tell the supervisor well.”
“Gwa, it’s okay! You just have to hold out for another five minutes!”
“Ugh. Foolish bastard, you look like you’re going to turn around soon, don’t you? Stand up man.”
“It’s really nice… It only takes 5 minutes.”
“Ha- you inflexible bastard. Because I speak well.”
One worker who wants to show off being personally close to the supervisor.
He kept asking Mr. Choi to stand up, but Mr. Choi, who was well aware of the director’s strictness, replied that he should be punished.
In the meantime, he glanced at the smartphone where he was filming Mr. Choi and said.
“But what is this? Is it yours?”
A worker who stretches out his hand while saying that.
Mr. Choi screamed.
“Oh no! Don’t touch it!!!”
A worker who stretches out his hand but hesitates.
He turned to Mr. Choi and said.
“Why?”
“That, that belongs to the Overseer! If the 30-minute filming doesn’t go well—”
“It’s okay ma’am.”
However, as if it didn’t matter much, the worker smiled and grabbed the supervisor’s cell phone.
Mr. Choi shouted.
“No!!!! You can’t touch it!”
“…What?”
“Char, it should have been filmed…! Ji, please take a picture of me now! Let’s shoot soon…”
“Ha-. This bastard. Did you yell at me?”
The atmosphere changed in an instant.
Embarrassed Mr. Choi replied.
“Yes? Oh no. I was so surprised…”
“I say yes, so you see my dick? It’s so fucking stupid. I was trying to take care of you.”
“…Sorry.”
“Ha- that’s crazy”
The guy who brushes his hair and mumbles.
And the supervisor who comes into the bathroom just in time.
“What’s going on?”
“Ah. Is the supervisor here?”
The worker who had been scolding Mr. Choi greeted the supervisor.
The supervisor tapped him on the shoulder and asked what was going on.
“Under. What’s wrong with that bastard?”
“What?”
“I tried to take care of him because he seemed sorry, but he screamed instead. Saying you don’t need it.”
A worker who skillfully speaks in his favor.
Mr. Choi said to the supervisor with an unfair look on his face.
“That, that’s…! I touched my cell phone while filming… I-I stopped without realizing it.”
“Under. This kid…”
However, the supervisor had no intention of listening to Mr. Choi.
Just as if he had caught the case, he raised the corners of his mouth and started harassing Mr. Choi.
