The Manager Is a Gangster chapter 47

47 – Now it’s a problem for adults to solve. (1)

1.

Even though I unconditionally sided with Lira in this situation, now that the thorough and persistent destruction has come to an end, Lira stood in front of the fallen Geumdeoksu, panting heavily.

“Sseik, sseik, huh. Huhuhuh.”

Her shoulders moved up and down with each breath, and her clenched fist trembled, indicating that Lira’s anger had not yet subsided.

“Huhuhuh······.”

But Lira had no strength left to express that anger.

Plop.

“Haah······ Haah······.”

After exhausting all his strength in trampling on him, Gold Deoksu, who now appeared like something bluish and indistinct, collapsed to the ground.

To knock someone out to the point of exhaustion. It seemed like a lot had built up.

Approaching the feeble-looking Rira, who now seemed to have no strength left even to hold a chopstick, I lightly touched her slender yet firm shoulders.

Being in a state of sufficient tension and excitement, I thought that something might happen the moment my hand touched her body. But Rira had no strength left to initiate anything.

“Is it all done?”

“Haah····· Haah····· Yes, hehehehe······.”

Just gasping for breath and nodding laboriously, that was all Rira could manage at the moment.

No, not just that. After relentlessly exerting herself with such intense movements, she had managed to handle the physically underage Gold Deoksu without a break. It was impressive that she still had the strength to nod her head.

However, perhaps it was too much after all. With just one nod, Rira completely discharged all her energy, and her small head couldn’t even support the weight, causing her upper body to slump forward.

Thunk.

Of course, as a manager, I couldn’t tolerate this pretty face touching the dirt. I gently supported Rira’s light upper body with both arms.

Swoosh.

Then, sliding my arms under her armpits, I lifted her up, brushing off the dirt on her pants.

While flowers might bloom from the dirt, idols shouldn’t have dirt on them.

After all, Rira is our precious idol trainee, more valuable than any flower.

By the way, if it were hahahahani, she would probably have been surprised and quickly pulled away the moment I grabbed her armpit. But Rira showed no reaction, not even a flinch.

Or maybe she just didn’t feel ticklish, or perhaps there wasn’t even enough strength left to react.

To move to the point of exhaustion like this was a talent, and not appearing tired until just before exhaustion was also a talent.

One of the most important things as an idol is undoubtedly physical strength.

In terms of physical aspects, Rira was not just completed but had surpassed perfection.

While Haani proved to me that she could be the best idol with just the first impression, Rira, on the other hand, continuously showed a presence that couldn’t be denied as the best idol the more you looked at her.

Though Haani and Rira had different directions in terms of talent, in the end, they shared the same goal.

Both of them possessed the talent to become the best idols.

However, rather than praising her with words like idol or talent, there was something else I had to say first. So, I gently patted Rira’s back as she rested her face weakly on my chest, acknowledging her hard work.

“You did well. And you did it admirably.”

Approving violence was undoubtedly risky in any context, and such words were not what a manager should say to the idol under their care.

But, until now, my relationship with Rira was not that of a manager and idol. It was a relationship where Rira called me oppa, and we were like siblings. So, it was entirely possible to praise Rira, who had achieved her long-awaited revenge.

“······Oppa.”

“Yeah?”

“Now what do I do······?”

However, contrary to expectations, Rira’s voice was uneasy and dark.

A voice filled with fear and anxiety about the future, not confidently and stylishly claiming revenge for the long-awaited grudge she had resolved with her own strength.

Lowering my gaze at that voice, I could meet Rira’s eyes as she leaned against my chest, her head raised slightly to look at me.

“I did it, but······ what do I do now for real?”

In Rira’s eyes looking up at me, there was a sense of unease and fear about the future that would unfold.

“It felt really satisfying to beat that bastard······ but after losing, it just occurred to me. That bastard’s dad is the boss of the gang. A really scary gang leader.”

The cause of anxiety and fear was the Goldilocks Gang, a well-known group in this area that no one would be unfamiliar with.

“Those punks can be easily beaten… but what about the real gangsters? What if they come to my house with a knife, or suddenly attack me on the street? What if they throw a molotov cocktail? What then?”

These examples seem quite realistic. I guess that’s how scary they are.

Despite being harassed by the bold and powerful Lira, Goldilocks Gang was the only gang that could resist but not retaliate, all because of their powerful backing.

“When those punks came up here earlier, they were accompanied by a bunch of bulky gangsters. If their boss is the one who sends his gangsters to protect him even in a place like this, there will definitely be retaliation… Wait a minute.”

Trembling with fear, Lira involuntarily clung to me tightly. In that moment, I suddenly remembered something that I had forgotten and started trembling even more intensely than before.

“What about those… those gangsters? They all looked so terrifying. Since they witnessed their boss being beaten like this, they won’t just sit still! We need to escape now!”

“Oh? Are you just realizing that now?”

“What?”

“I already took care of them. They’re gone.”

I wrapped my arms around Lira, who couldn’t move, and swiftly lifted her, turning our bodies 90 degrees.

Then, the situation behind me, which had been hidden from view, came into Lira’s sight.

“······What?”

That’s how Lira was able to see about ten gangsters, scattered like ginseng in the mountains.

“Oh, oh? No, when… how…?”

Lira, who alternated between various poses, seemed so cute as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Unintentionally, a smirk appeared on my face, and I answered her question with a satisfied smile.

“Right when you revealed yourself in front of Goldilocks Gang, so that your revenge wouldn’t be interrupted. I blocked their way, and when they tried to take out the hidden knives strapped to their legs, I slammed them into the ground.”

It didn’t take long to take care of each one. Judging by their eyes, hands, and footsteps, they seemed to know how to use a knife, but… except for the first one, I slammed them into the ground before they could draw their knives, so I didn’t really get to see their skills.

If I were to unravel all those situations, it would be an excessively long and boring novel like a tedious academy tool. So, I neatly summarized the fight in just two lines.

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“Well, in the world…”

Upon hearing my explanation, Lira, as if unable to believe the results even when seen with her eyes, looked at me with her mouth half-open and round eyes wide.

To reassure Lira, and to ensure she wouldn’t feel anxious about her revenge anymore, I spoke words that she could find solace in.

“Now, your revenge is over. Since that guy who tormented you got literally kicked in the ass, you can say his life has been messed up just like you said, Lira.”

“But, the Golden Tiger Clan······.”

“That’s not your problem to worry about.”

“Me?”

It seemed difficult to dispel anxiety with words alone.

If showing and telling her this much didn’t ease her anxiety, then I had no choice but to use that somewhat embarrassing and awkward method that was effective.

I reluctantly recreated the act in this place to soothe Lira’s anxiety—she had come to my house to sleep and had a nightmare, so I had called her into my room and made her lie down on my bed.

Ssueuk.

“Ah, ah!”

While covering Lira’s long and smooth hair with my palm, gently sweeping it from top to bottom, I resumed the interrupted words.

“It’s okay, Lira. You don’t need to worry.”

“O-Oppa······.”

As I stroked her head, Lira seemed to be relieved, and her anxiety disappeared. With the anxiety gone, Lira, now relaxed, looked at me with dreamy eyes.

Supporting Lira, who had entrusted her whole body to me and was lying limp, with one hand, I casually spoke in a low voice.

“From now on, it’s a problem for the adults to solve.”