Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 150: 150-I Won’t Hesitate To Kill You

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Sunny became a regular customer at the coffee shop opposite Club Spiral not of his own free will. And he was right there again on a Wednesday morning. “The usual?” asked the barista across the counter. He was an elderly man with patches of grey hair on the sides of his head, and a smooth skin down the middle. Sunny nodded. “Yes. But make it a little sweeter today. Add a bit more cream too.” The man smiled. “Sure. Coming right up.” Sunny turned and took his seat near the window that overlooked Club Spiral. He was beginning to think that K had just been paranoid with her deduction—which wouldn't be a surprise—but he was not one to give up so easily because of some delay. Things never worked out as one intended, and if he took that as an early sign of failure, then he would be a disgrace to himself. He would give it a few more days. Then he would decide if this was a dead end. “You seem quite infatuated with the club,” the barista said as he placed Sunny’s cup of coffee before him. “Everytime you come here, you’re always staring at it. And now that I think about it, you don’t seem familiar for someone so regular. Hmmm. I don’t mean to pry, but is there some history between you and the club?” Sunny rubbed his fingers on the handle of his cup of coffee. “Why would I have a history with one of the most popular clubs in Korea?” The barista hummed. “You can never tell. I see it in the news all the time, a conglomerate cheating his friend out of the business they started together.” He eyed Sunny. “But you do look too young for that to have happened to you. Perhaps, your father?” Sunny’s chest stiffened briefly there. A mention of his father always did that to him. “It’s nothing like that,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee. If there was one thing other than Club Spiral that could keep him coming back to this shop was the coffee it served. “If you say so, young man,” said the barista, turning away. “Nothing ever happens there during the day, though. If you want to see things, you’ll have to come at night. That’s when the club becomes lively. Too much for me even.” Sunny nodded at the man’s response, but he had no intention of paying the club a visit at night ever again. At least under normal circumstances. Not after his altercation with that young lady. What was her name again? Yeah, Mouse. What a weird name. He sighed and continued sipping his coffee bit by bit, staring intently at the club expecting nothing to happen, really. At this point he was just sitting in the cafe to fulfill all righteousness. Just when it struck twelve, he decided that his watch was over. But as he was about to stand up, a black sedan parked before the club, striking a feeling of inquisition in him. He remained seated as his gaze pierced into the car, unwavering. A few minutes passed, and finally the door of the car flung open. Immediately, Sunny reached for his phone; unbothered by the stare of the barista from the counter, he took pictures of both the car and the man that stepped out of it. The man was spindly, had slicked back salt and pepper hair, and was dressed in a shirt and jacket, complemented with black pants and polished shoes. And seated on his nose were round glasses. To Sunny, it gave off the vibe of a professor. An academy’s professor. Surely, this isn’t… As the man walked into the club, Sunny instantly shifted his attention onto his phone, forwarding the images to K with a text that said: “Reverse search the man in this image for me.” Then he paused, contemplating if sending them to Merlin would be the right decision too. A second later, he sent them. Merlin was the one most troubled by the incident, and if someone within the walls of the academy was in cohorts with villains, then the boy had to know. ### “Give them a round of applause!” Dr. Elias Namgoong voiced, and the crowd answered in the way he expected them to. Cheers resounded through the auditorium, and with it were claps, praising the performance that had just concluded on stage. Th