The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial

She started bawling so hard from the sheer injustice of it all that he couldn’t even make out the number.
“Two thousand won?”
“Two miwwion wonnnnnn…! Huhuhuhuhuhu!”

Tears as fat as chicken droppings streamed down her cheeks without pause.
Shin Inyeong gently wiped her tears and snot with a handkerchief.
“You’re saying you got scammed out of two million won?”

“Huuuuhuuu…!”
Guru blew her nose into the handkerchief and nodded her head.
“Two? You really said two million won?”

Guru sniffled, pulled out her phone, and opened the Onion Market app.
Sure enough, the Onion Coin transaction history clearly showed it wasn’t 2,000 or 20,000—but 2,000,000 won.
“For real? Two million?!”

“…Huuuuueeuuuung…!”
“No, no, don’t cry again… Stop that, can you give me your parents’ contact information?”
 

****
…I thought it was the deposit for a lease.
Not long ago, there’d been a big incident where a kid secretly drained the lease deposit from their parents’ bank account and went on a spending spree. Shin Inyeong figured it must be something like that.

He never imagined it’d actually be stolen allowance money…
Shin Inyeong stared at the grandparent and child sitting across from him.
The elderly man wore a sharply tailored suit and an expensive-looking coat, built like some kind of mob boss. His face was one you’d normally only see on TV.
Chairman On Suhyeong of Doan Group.

He never imagined he’d meet a major conglomerate chairman at the local police box… because his four-year-old granddaughter got scammed out of her allowance.
When the secretary beside On Suhyeong bowed to him, Shin Inyeong returned the bow.
The secretary was on a call. Judging by what little he overheard, it was probably with a lawyer.

Meanwhile, On Suhyeong was gently patting Guru, wholeheartedly trying to console her.
“Guru, there’s no need to cry over such petty cash.”
“Sniff! Hic!”

Shin Inyeong turned his body the other way, regretting overhearing that part.
Just in case, he used Guru’s phone to log into Onion Market and check the scammer’s profile, poking around a bit.
From the messages, the scammer seemed like a young punk. Bold, too.

Meanwhile, Guru was glad she’d called Suhyeong. The Chairman comforted her so kindly (though being told it was “petty cash” stung even more somehow) and said he’d handle the report on her behalf.
I’m so glad I called the Chairman.
Suhyeong had found it odd that Guru had called him instead of Jurim, but she had her reasons.

“Onion Market trading is banned.”
As a condition of joining Hyeonak, Onion Market was off-limits. Jurim had made her confirm it over and over again.
“If you keep doing it, the scawy powice man’s gonna come an’ take you away.”

He even made scary “peep-peep” noises with that deadpan face of his to frighten her.
“Gwuu, den Gwuu is a cwiminaw?!”
She’d been scared. Right before she met Jurim, she’d seen a police officer on patrol.

She hadn’t understood much, but her instincts told her to pedal away as fast as she could. That had been a good decision.
Somehow, her previous Onion Market dealings had been quietly taken care of by Jurim—she didn’t know how.
Guru blinked, and more enormous tears tumbled down her cheeks.

Gwuu is a dumb dumb.
She’d been blinded by temptation and broken the ban.
If Jurim found out she’d broken a rule he’d emphasized so many times, he’d ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) be terribly disappointed.

He might even scowd me for weal.
Jurim was usually lenient with Guru, and so far she’d managed to avoid punishment with enough cuteness and charm. But this time… this time might be different.
Sniff. Chaiwman. You can’t teww da Guildjjjan… Sniff.

Guru pressed her tear-streaked face into Suhyeong’s chest, arms wrapped around him tight.
Suhyeong hugged her back and gently patted her.
“All right, I’ll keep it a secret. Don’t worry. We’ll handle it quietly.”

The officer in charge, who had been panicking from the sudden chaos while eating lunch, finished his call and hurried over, bowing deeply to Suhyeong.
“The case will be transferred to the cybercrime unit. I’m terribly sorry to say this, Chairman, but… Onion is an anonymous marketplace, so it’s hard to trace users… I mean, we’d love to catch the bastard, but please understand—it might not be easy…”
DING—!

“Not easy?” Guru’s face twisted in shock.
Suhyeong gently comforted her again and responded with a chill in his voice.
“Is that how police operate these days? Making excuses before they even start investigating?”

“N-no, of course not! That’s not what I meant. I just meant, uh, it could be hard—y’know, possibly…”
The officer began sweating profusely as he stammered.
Just then, Shin Inyeong, still browsing Onion Market on Guru’s phone, spoke up.

“Captain. I think this guy’s toast. Total amateur.”
“Huh?”
“Look here. There’s saved location data.”

Everyone turned to look at Inyeong.
“I use Onion too. Since it’s a secondhand trading app, it lets you set your location for easier local deals. But look, see this? This has to be his house. Probably…”
Does a scammer like that live in a place this nice?

Inyeong tilted his head. No way this guy’s gonna make it big with scams if he’s this sloppy.
Guru, wiping away tears with her sleeve, stood up on tiptoes to peer at the screen. Inyeong tilted the phone so she could see.
Guru spotted the pin on a luxury apartment complex and asked,

“S-sniff, so if we go hewe, we can catch da bad guy?”
“Mm, probably? We’ll have to confirm. Could be fake, but… feels legit to me.”
“…!”

Hope that they might catch him began to bubble up.
Guru clenched both fists tight, eyes burning with fury.
 

****
A high-value scammer who looked like a total rookie on Onion Market.
After a cybercrime officer checked, it was confirmed that the registered address matched the scammer’s actual residence.

He really was a rookie. His identity was easily confirmed, and it looked like prosecution would go quickly…
But the real hurdle was who he turned out to be.
At the Han River Law Firm, Guru sat with her tiny legs swinging from a high chair, her feet not touching the floor.

Beside her sat Chairman On Suhyeong and a team of Han River lawyers.
Across the enormous conference table, looking bored and annoyed, sat a high school boy with his arms crossed.
Ham Honggi, age 18.

He was now formally under investigation for fraud, but not once had he shown a shred of remorse. He just kept scowling.
“Why’d it have to be a fuckin’ four-year-old? So fuckin’ embarrassing.”
Guru’s fists clenched, her eyes glaring daggers.

Wotten viwwain.
They’d exchanged a few messages before, but this scammer had always acted like that.
At first, he claimed he couldn’t return the money because he’d already spent it. But once his guardian was contacted, the tone changed.

“We’ll pay you whatever you want. We just want to settle.”
The scammer’s side was desperate to negotiate and willing to pay anything. But Guru wanted punishment.
It wasn’t going smoothly.

That’s why she, Suhyeong, and the Han River lawyers were gathered here—facing Ham Honggi, his mother, and their lawyer.
His mother rested both clasped hands on the table and let out a long sigh.
“We’re truly sorry, Chairman On. We failed to raise our son properly and caused trouble. We have no excuse.”

“…”
Suhyeong responded with silence.
“Apologize. Now.”

She tried to force her son to bow his head.
“Ugh, what the hell, Mom! It was just two mil…! You’re the one who cut my card! I told you I needed money, like, a million times!”
“If I’d known you’d pull this kind of stunt—!”

She cleared her throat and glanced around the room.
She was so humiliated, her neck ached from the tension. Her son didn’t even seem to grasp how disgraceful this was—still grumbling that it was her fault.
He was their youngest by a wide age gap and had been spoiled rotten. His manners were abysmal.

She could’ve tolerated the rudeness, but once he started dabbling in pills, she’d had enough and canceled his card.
And this is how he responds?! It hasn’t even been that long!
She rubbed her aching temples.

This was a critically important time for her husband. She couldn’t afford a family scandal dragging them down.
At first, when she heard he’d scammed someone on some app, she’d just shaken her head—figured she’d toss a big settlement and make it disappear.
Kids who traded on those kinds of marketplaces rarely had any real money.

But she never imagined her son had scammed the granddaughter of Chairman On Suhyeong. And not just for a few bucks—but two million won. She was dumbfounded.
And that wasn’t all. If she was the Chairman’s granddaughter… then the father had to be On Jurim.