While Real Production''s stock continued to melt away, Jang Kyung-soo made a decision.

All or nothing.

He decided to double down and buy more shares on the second day of the crash.

From a logical standpoint, it was a foolish move, but at the time, he felt it was his only choice. If he did nothing, all the funds he invested in Real Production would vanish, so he needed to make a desperate attempt.

Selling now wasn’t an option either. With the stock already crashing, if he dumped his shares, the decline would only accelerate, and he''d barely be able to sell anything before the price dropped even further.

This would only tighten the noose around his neck.

But if he did nothing, that would also lead to eventual liquidation.

In a twisted sort of luck, he could at least pull funds from other investments, stock accounts, and coin accounts to create a substantial amount of money to exert influence over this one stock.

So, he pulled all his funds and poured them into Real Production. As the shares flooded the market, he bought them with the heart of a beast. When the price dropped, he bought more.

If the market ever reacted favorably, even slightly, and if other investors began to wonder, “Could the price be rebounding?” he might be able to minimize his losses.

If things went exceptionally well, he might even turn a greater profit than before!

“A police chief’s life is a gamble...!”

And so, he continued buying.

“...”@@@@

But the outcome was utterly devastating.

-97%.

A record of absolute ruin.

“Hah...”

He didn’t even have the energy to be angry. He silently smoked a cigar, a cheaper one than he usually preferred.

“What kind of madness was that?”

What was he even thinking?

There’s a reason people say not to trade stocks when your head’s hot. What on earth had he done?

“97%... Haha, haha...”

In his attempt to rescue the money he invested in Real Production, he lost 97% of his total funds.

It was an unimaginable loss.

If he had invested 100 units, now he barely had 2. Left with almost nothing.

The only reason he even managed to salvage this was because someone had scooped up the remaining shares at the last minute. If not, his account would’ve sunk even deeper into oblivion.

Jang Kyung-soo called for his trusted aide. Over the past few days, he’d been in such a foul mood that his aide approached him with utmost caution.

“We’ll need to use a quicker method for this laundering. How long would it take?”

“If you use the fastest method, it’ll be deposited by next week. But that way, you’ll end up with less than 40% in the end.”

“Hah. Highway robbers...!”

Less than 40%. That means over 60% would disappear in middleman fees.

He almost slammed his fist down on the desk but held back. Breaking another desk would cost more money.

Instead, he clenched his fist tightly, trembling, and then slowly lowered it.

“...Proceed that way, then.”

“How much would you like to do?”

“I need at least 200 billion remaining.”

“Then... it’ll require at least 600 billion.”

“...!”

600 billion.

And from that staggering amount, he’d end up with less than 40%.

Considering his previous method consistently left him with 60%, he’d be taking an additional 20% loss. On 600 billion, that extra 20% was 120 billion—painful to even think about.

He ground his teeth in frustration.

But he had no choice.

Aunt.Yes, Young Master. I’ll present my pussy for you!I’ve sent it, Young Master.

Enjoy.

Ehm...

After a moment, she replied, “It... it’s magnificent...”

I’m imagining it’s inside you right now. Simulate it.

E-excuse me?

Do it. Now.

Ah...

I could almost see her panicking.

About ten seconds later, she started sending messages, writing out a scene as if it were a smutty novel, describing my cock filling her pussy.

Ugh, ooh, ahh...

She even started typing moans.

Send a picture of your pussy.

Ah! Yes...

But the picture she sent wasn’t wet at all. After all her talk about being turned on, she was lying.

Not a drop. Liar.

I-I’m sorry!

After a few minutes, she sent another picture with her pussy visibly wet.

I toyed with her a bit before getting to the main point.

I’m setting up a PMC. I’m taking Levi.

Huh? Who’s Levi?

One of the guards you sent.

Oh, you can take them all!! Do as you wish with them!!

Oh, really?

That’s what I wanted to hear.

Their skills are quite impressive, and she’s just handing them over.

‘With Ji-ah as my sugar mama, I’ll never have to worry.’

She has a tasty face, a tasty pussy, and now I get the satisfaction of leeching off her, too...! I’ll keep tapping her whenever I think of it.

Anything else I can help you with?

No need. It’s my company, so I’ll grow it myself. Just keep up the simulation.

Y-yes.

She continued writing me smutty messages, which I found amusing for a while. Eventually, I got bored and ignored the rest.

“Master.”

In the meantime, Soo-ah approached.

“We received a message from Prestige. Jang Kyung-soo agreed to buy it for 760 billion won.”

“Oh, 760 billion?”

It’s far short of the original 1 trillion I wanted, but compared to the minimum I set at 500 billion, it’s a decent amount.

“Yes... but it feels a bit strange. He insists on choosing the location, and he didn’t seem in a position to afford this, yet suddenly the deal went through.”

“Hmm... Really? Strange, you say?”

“Yes.”

Strange indeed...

Does he have ulterior motives?

Maybe he plans to pretend to buy and then seize it by force...

Considering he’s the Incheon police chief with 200,000 officers and numerous subordinates, he’s likely confident. Plus, he probably has no clue he’s dealing with Go-Ryeo Group.

“Tell them we agree, but remind them to be careful. If they bring enough men, it should be fine.”

“Yes, Master.”