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It was a call that came to Ma Manager’s cell phone.

His face stiffened after finishing the call.

“What’s wrong?”

“A report from Busan.”

The mention of Busan gave me a bad feeling.

“She must have felt too stifled. She went out for the first time in a while. While Team 1 was escorting her at close range, a car charged at them. Fortunately, Grandmother avoided it without serious injury, but one member of Team 1 was badly hurt.”

I felt somewhat relieved hearing that Grandmother was unharmed.

“Was the injury severe?”

“They said they’d give us details in a follow-up report.”

“We need to bring Grandmother to Seoul, don’t we?”

“It seems Seoul would be easier for protection, at least for the time being.”

“Yes. I’ll talk to Grandmother and bring her to Seoul first. Let me know as soon as you hear about the injured man’s condition. He was hurt while protecting her, so we need to take care of him.”

Just as my conversation with Ma Manager was wrapping up, my phone rang as well.

“Muhyuk!”

It was Park Dongsu.

His voice was also agitated.

“Our businesses in Busan were attacked simultaneously. They say many of the boys are hurt. I need to head down.”

“Are you sure you can leave Seoul?”

“Executive Director Lee can handle things here. And we’ve lost contact with Soohyeong. I don’t know where he got hit, but it doesn’t feel good.”

“Understood. Don’t go alone—get support from our people near Busan before heading down. Leave Seoul and Gyeonggi alone for now.”

“Got it. I’ll contact you once I’ve sorted things down there.”

As my expression hardened during the call, Ma Manager cautiously asked:

“Was that President Park?”

I nodded, slipped my phone into my inner pocket, and sat down.

“We should’ve known it was too quiet. The attack in Busan has finally started. President Park will contact us after assessing the situation, but it’s likely the yakuza and some domestic gangs are involved.”

“Weren’t most of them already under Dongsu’s control? Why bother joining hands with the yakuza?”

“Some gangs must be dissatisfied about us cutting off drug distribution, and others who’ve been keeping quiet might resent Dongsu’s overwhelming influence. They’re gangsters. If there’s money to be made, they’ll do anything.”

Even if Dongsu’s organization integrated and managed gangs nationwide, it was impossible to control every local group.

Busan was under stricter management, but both Busan and Incheon had many small, old gangs with deep ties to the yakuza. We lacked manpower to monitor them all.

“Let’s wait for Busan’s situation. What about Japan?”

“I’ve been told progress is being made. We should hear good news soon.”

We were approaching one of the underbosses of the Yamaguchi-gumi to stir internal discord.

The more Watanabe Saoru’s succession became certain, the more the underbosses would feel a sense of crisis.

“I can’t tolerate an attack on Grandmother.”

“Neither can I.”

Even Ma Manager, who rarely showed emotion, raised his voice slightly, angered by the attack on Grandmother.

“Put a bounty on the Yamaguchi-gumi boss’s head. A million dollars should be enough to get someone moving.”

Though the Yamaguchi-gumi’s headquarters was in Kobe, key positions were held by the Kodo-kai faction from Nagoya.

Kobe-based groups naturally harbored resentment but couldn’t openly rebel against those controlling most revenue sources.

“The underboss we’re approaching is Yamamoto Ken, based in Kobe, right?”

“Yes. His organization is based in Kobe.”

“Of course he’d be dissatisfied. The group started in Kobe, yet all key positions are held by other factions.”

“And breaking tradition by passing succession to a blood relative only adds to their frustration. But since their power is weaker, they can’t move easily.”

“The Kodo-kai’s core members are Zainichi Koreans, correct?”

Ma Manager nodded.

“The Takayamagumi, a subsidiary, is mostly made up of Zainichi Koreans. They are the hardliners, close to the current boss, leading assassinations and terror against rival groups. Too dangerous to contact directly.”

“Tell Yamamoto Ken not to worry about money. I plan to make sure the government doesn’t interfere in yakuza conflicts.”

I had entrusted covert operations to Ma Manager, but I decided to start the offensive against Japan earlier than planned.

“If Yamamoto Ken hesitates, approach someone else. When Japan starts shaking, tell them it’s our doing. But they don’t know I’m behind it, right?” fгeewebnovёl.com

“Of course not. Even if Yamamoto Ken is dissatisfied, he wouldn’t take orders from a Korean. I used the Genovese Family’s name. We got their approval.”

“I should call Andrew to thank him.”

Just as Koreans hated the Japanese, the Japanese also despised Koreans.

But both Koreans and Japanese always acted meek before Americans.

“You should return a gift if you receive one.”

I imagined Watanabe’s twisted face and smiled coldly.

I told Han Kyungyeong to leave the Joongwoo Group matter to the executives and to head to the U.S. immediately.

A few days later, Han left for America to negotiate with Wall Street, while Eva outbid competitors and secured Future Investment as the largest shareholder of Korea Exchange Bank.

Park Dongsu, who went down to Busan, was swiftly reorganizing his forces.

Apparently, more people resented Dongsu than expected, as quite a few gangs sided with the yakuza and revolted.

― Ha, I really hate this damned business at times like this.

In this raid, three of Dongsu’s men, including his right-hand Yang Soohyeong, were killed.

During the funeral at a temple in Yangsan, an attempt was even made on Dongsu’s life.

As retaliatory battles erupted all over Busan, the police began tightening control.

Of course, Dongsu also received stern warnings, and his major businesses were raided.

“For now, refrain from direct attacks. Just defend your businesses.”

Chief Prosecutor Yoon personally called me, asking me to rein things in.

With the economy in a slump, prosecutors and police couldn’t handle rampant gang violence on top of it.

― Got it. I’ve brought reinforcements from Daegu and Masan, spreading them across all businesses. These bastards are attacking without hesitation. And please... let me personally avenge Soohyeong. Got it?

“Yes, of course.”

― Once this is over, I’m retiring. I can’t do this crap anymore. I’ll hand things to Executive Director Lee and step back.

Yang Soohyeong’s death must have hit him hard—Dongsu’s voice was weaker than usual.

“Let’s finish cleaning up first before you think about that.”

Outside the window, torrential rain poured down, as if mirroring my mood.

* * *

Upon arriving in the U.S., Han Kyungyeong immediately proposed a meeting with Wall Street tycoons.

Because of conflicting schedules, it took a week before they could all gather at the hotel.

The chairmen of Goldman Sachs, JPMorgan, Morgan Stanley, Citigroup, and Bank of America were present.

“Good day. I’m James Han of Dreamhigh.”

Everyone looked at him with arrogant expressions.

“Since you’re all busy, I’ll be brief. We plan to launch an attack on Japan.”

At the mention of Dreamhigh’s Japan attack, everyone’s faces turned intrigued.

“We’ll be at the forefront this time. I feel uneasy that Dreamhigh’s moves have unintentionally caused losses for your banks. This time, we’ll set up a board to recover your losses, ignoring Dreamhigh’s profits.”

A few unfolded their arms, now listening carefully.

Han Kyungyeong smiled leisurely and continued.

“That’s Japan. You know as well as I do that nothing compares to Japan—not Thailand, Indonesia, Hong Kong, or even Korea.”

“Ha! Ridiculous.”

The only individual present who wasn’t a bank chairman, George Soros, scoffed.

Anticipating his sharp response, Han smiled.

“George, I know you took the biggest loss. If you don’t believe me, you don’t have to join. We can do it alone. Then we’ll take all the profits.”

“Haha. Alone? What guts.”

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t use ‘we.’ Others seem to think differently.”

George glanced around.

The others wore expressions that clearly said, What are you talking about?

George was dumbfounded.

“Douglas, even you’re siding with this Asian?”

JP Morgan’s Douglas shrugged.

“George, he’s offering us money. Leave your emotions out of this.”

He turned to Han with a question.

“You’re not assuming Washington will just allow an attack on Japan, right? You must have a solid plan.”

Everyone nodded, waiting for Han’s answer.

“I’ll negotiate with the Clinton administration. As long as it’s a controlled strike-and-retreat, they’ll tolerate it.”

“Hmm... well, if Washington’s on board, Japan’s the juiciest prey, isn’t it?”

Except for George, everyone seemed pleased.

“Of course. This is our chance to show Japan our power. Last time, we backed off because of the administration, but if things are arranged in advance, why not?”

Starting with Goldman Sachs’ Jeffrey, everyone voiced agreement.

George gritted his teeth inwardly.

If he were the only one not involved, he’d have nothing to say to his investors.

Eventually, he surrendered but glared at Han warningly.

“If you stab us in the back again, I won’t stay quiet. Don’t ignore my warning.”

Han chuckled.

“George, I think you misunderstand. Have I ever broken a promise? We kept all our commitments to Wall Street. We bought low-priced options, supported you against Hong Kong’s dollar... What exactly did we do wrong?”

“What?”

“If the problem is that I was more competent than you, then that’s your issue. Predicting rate hikes and betting on stock drops—that’s my job. Did I ever ask you to create these options for me? I just bought all available ones. That’s legitimate investment.”

Han was right. Dreamhigh had no fault.

They just didn’t want to admit most of their Hong Kong profits had gone to Dreamhigh.

“George, let me return the words you once said when Indonesia attacked you: Money has no emotions. We took a risk and invested. We bear no moral responsibility. Those were your words to the global press.”

George’s face twisted.

“Come on, let’s stop this emotional nonsense and focus on the money. George, calm down. Why do you lose composure only when it comes to Dreamhigh?”

Douglas mediated, and George reluctantly backed down.

Han shrugged, as if he had expected it.

“I’ll contact you once negotiations with the government are done. We’ll lead, but George, you’ll be the spearhead. That’s your role.”

This was the moment Wall Street’s attack on Japan was decided.

* * *

― Muhyuk, we’ve reached an agreement with Wall Street. George kept nitpicking, and I thought I’d die of irritation.

I chuckled at Han Kyungyeong’s childish grumbling.

“He’s been losing to us repeatedly. Cut him some slack. When’s the meeting with the Treasury Secretary?”

― Rubin? Next week. But will the Clinton administration really allow an attack on Japan?

“They promised. In exchange for turning a blind eye to Korea’s attack, they agreed to my request. Adding Wall Street’s profits makes it perfect.”

― How’s Korea?

“Pure chaos.”

Things in Korea were rapidly escalating.

The Dongsu faction, despite continued attacks, strictly maintained a defensive stance as promised to the police.

As a result, most of those arrested were yakuza and their local supporters.

Continuous arrests and detentions of Japanese led to protests from the Japanese government.

Meanwhile, the Cheongpunghoe began moving in earnest, leveraging their networks to launch a public smear campaign against me.

[Is there a dark hand controlling Myeongdong and Korea’s underworld with a single ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ grip?]

That was the headline of a feature article from a newspaper commissioned by Cheongpunghoe.

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