Free Web NovelPark Dongsu had finished all preparations and was talking with Lee Sanggeun while waiting for Kim Muhyuk’s order.
“Sanggeun.”
“Yes, hyung.”
“Once this is over, you take over the company. Got it?”
“Hyung!”
Startled, Lee Sanggeun blurted out in shock at Park Dongsu’s sudden words.
“What are you saying? You have to be there. The only reason I can run the company without problems is because you’re behind me.”
“No. You can do fine on your own. I’ve only been holding out this long to avenge Soohyeong.”
Just as Lee Sanggeun opened his mouth again, Park Dongsu’s phone rang.
After ending the call quickly, Park Dongsu stood up.
“They said to start. Let’s go, Sanggeun.”
“Yes, hyung.”
There were many things he wanted to say, but it wasn’t the time to talk.
When Sanggeun turned his head, his eyes had grown fierce.
He shouted toward the Dongsu faction members lined up a short distance away.
“Let’s go, everyone! Once today’s done, we won’t have to do this for a while. Think of this as the last time—don’t hold back. We can’t hand over our territory to these Jap bastards!”
The gang members boarded the dozens of prepared vehicles in perfect formation.
On the outskirts of Seoul lay a strange little village. The land was unnaturally empty, houses stood scattered, but no signs of life could be felt.
At the very center of the village stood a suspicious building—Watanabe’s hideout, and their target.
By the time they arrived, darkness had already fallen.
“Ram it.”
Park Dongsu’s low voice commanded.
Lee Sanggeun shouted toward the dump truck behind them.
“Ram it! Secure the entrance!”
The dump truck accelerated the moment Sanggeun gave the order.
KWAANG!
The truck crashed headlong into the building entrance with a thunderous roar that shook the entire village.
The entrance was completely destroyed, and the truck even pushed inside the building.
“Let’s go!”
Gangsters surged into the entrance. Other vehicles encircled the building, cutting off all exits.
Park Dongsu stepped out of the car slowly, a cigarette in his mouth.
“...Soohyeong, wait for me. You hear?”
Muttering to himself, Park Dongsu tossed the half-smoked cigarette into the air and began walking slowly toward the entrance.
Meanwhile, inside, Watanabe—discussing countermeasures with his subordinates—scowled at the sudden crash and the growing chaos outside.
Soon, someone burst in, shouting.
“We’re under attack! They outnumber us. You need to evacuate!”
“Evacuate where? Hold them off! Call Lee Yonghyeon and get reinforcements here immediately!”
“Yes, sir!”
Recent negative public opinion against Cheongpunghoe and Japan had forced Watanabe to disperse his forces around Myeongdong, which now proved to be a fatal mistake.
Never imagining that Kim Muhyuk had orchestrated even this division, Watanabe had no idea how his hideout had been leaked.
“Tch. Father trusts Cheongpunghoe too much. They’re just lowly Joseon trash. Damn it!”
Standing, Watanabe yanked open the curtains and looked outside.
“More than I thought.”
“You really should evacuate.”
At his secretary’s words, Watanabe shook his head.
“If we fall back here, we can’t operate in Korea anymore. Call the police, call the Japanese Embassy. Hold them off as long as possible.”
“Yes, sir.”
Watanabe had chosen to rely on public authority.
As his secretary made the calls, the clash outside intensified.
“How dare you come here!”
“Shut your Jap mouth. Kill them all!”
The Yakuza fought fiercely but were outnumbered.
The tide slowly turned in Dongsu’s favor, but the Yakuza were stalling for time, forcing Dongsu’s men to fight hard for every step forward.
“Hyung, let’s move in.”
Once they finally broke through, Park Dongsu and Lee Sanggeun entered with Yang Soohyeong’s men.
Ten Yakuza with gleaming sashimi knives blocked their path.
Yang Soohyeong’s men stepped forward.
“We need to avenge Brother Soohyeong with our own hands. Think of yourselves as already dead—charge!”
One of them roared like thunder.
Yang Soohyeong’s men, eyes blazing, charged at the Yakuza.
Though the Yakuza held out to the end, they were overwhelmed by sheer numbers.
But the men at the front also sustained serious injuries.
“Only those who can still move, follow me.”
Taking those still able to stand, Park Dongsu climbed the stairs.
Finally, they reached the room at the very back.
Standing before the door, Park Dongsu looked at Lee Sanggeun. Nodding, Sanggeun pulled a sashimi knife from his leg and kicked the door open.
Inside, Watanabe and two secretaries glared grimly toward the entrance.
Park Dongsu’s dry face twisted into a mocking grin.
“So you’re that Watanabe, huh? You Jap bastard.”
Watanabe barked angrily in Japanese, but his words meant nothing to Park Dongsu.
“What the hell are you yammering about? I don’t understand Jap talk. Not that it matters—you’re about to die anyway.”
Flushed with anger, Watanabe spat out in Korean.
“How dare you! You filthy Joseon trash!”
“Oh? So you do speak Korean.”
“The police and the Embassy will be here soon. Then you’ll—”
“You think they’ll get here faster than I can put a hole in your gut?”
Chuckling, Park Dongsu pulled out his knife in front of everyone.
“Watanabe’s mine. Deal with the other two yourselves.”
“Yes, hyung.”
Spinning the knife in his hand once, Park Dongsu lunged at Watanabe without warning.
One secretary rushed forward to block him.
“Ha, you’re gonna die anyway—what are you trying so hard for?”
Ignoring the knife swung at him, Park Dongsu twisted his body and charged straight for Watanabe.
Behind him, Lee Sanggeun tackled the secretary, but not before the blade nicked Park Dongsu’s forearm.
Blood sprayed through the air.
Yet Park Dongsu didn’t even flinch, his eyes locked on Watanabe.
“Show me your belly, you Jap bastard.”
He grinned, baring his teeth.
Watanabe’s eyes wavered.
“You crazy bastard... S-stay away!”
BANG!
The acrid smell of gunpowder filled the room.
Lee Sanggeun, locked in combat with the secretary, whipped his head around.
“Hyung!”
Blood spurted from Park Dongsu’s left arm. Smoke curled from the gun clutched in Watanabe’s shaking hands.
“Don’t come any closer!”
“Ah... damn it, a gun? That’s cheating. Turn on your damn blinker when you do that.”
Watanabe’s trembling hands betrayed his fear—raised a Yakuza but lived like a businessman, he had never truly faced a blade before.
Blood soaked Park Dongsu’s clothes rapidly.
“Hyung! Are you okay?” Sanggeun called, still watching the secretary.
Park Dongsu shook his head.
“You think I’m okay? I’ll finish this. Stay back.”
Stepping back slightly, Park Dongsu charged again. Another shot rang out—but this time his knife was already buried deep in Watanabe’s stomach.
“Guh...!”
“My little brother died with a hole in his gut too. Go ahead, taste what it’s like!”
Bright red blood poured across the white office floor.
But Park Dongsu kept stabbing again and again into Watanabe’s stomach.
Watanabe’s eyes rolled back, and his gun fell from his hand.
“Hyung! He’s dead already. Stop!”
Lee Sanggeun grabbed his arm to stop him.
Tears welled in Park Dongsu’s eyes.
“Sanggeun... it hurts like hell.”
Blood gushed from his own stomach.
Finally seeing it, Sanggeun cried out.
“Hyung!”
“The cops and Embassy will be here soon. Clean this up and get out.”
“Hyung.”
“This is the end, Chiara.”
His voice already held the weight of a man ready to die. Sanggeun bit his lip hard.
“You’ve suffered enough because of me. Now it’s your turn.”
“Hyung.”
“Someone’s gotta handle the cleanup. Take whoever can still move and get out fast.”
“I refuse.”
“You stubborn bastard... You never listen. Neither did Soohyeong. Damn it, you people never listen. What’ll happen to the others if you die too?”
“...”
“Go. I’m gonna rest a bit.”
Park Dongsu’s voice grew weaker.
“Hyung, we’ll take you. Hurry, let’s go.”
Bloodied, Yang Soohyeong’s men forcibly pushed Sanggeun outside and barricaded the door.
“Dongsu hyung!”
Sanggeun’s desperate cries faded in the distance.
Park Dongsu staggered, then sank to the floor, pulling out his phone.
* * *
The monotonous ringtone rang.
Inside a car parked not far from Lee Yonghyeon’s mansion.
Kim Muhyuk pulled his phone from his inner pocket.
“This is Kim Muhyuk.” freeωebnovēl.c૦m
― It’s me. Watanabe’s done.
“You worked hard. Withdraw as fast as you can. I’ll handle the cleanup.”
― *Hey, kid! Remember the first time we met? On the hospital roof? You had those fierce eyes, calling me ‘mister, mister.’”
“We’ll talk later. Withdraw first.”
― Heh... you people never listen. Damn kids...”
“President Park?”
Park Dongsu chuckled faintly on the other end. His voice was growing weaker, and Kim Muhyuk’s brows furrowed.
“President Park?”
― I’ll take the fall for this. You live however you want. Sorry, kid.
“What are you talking about? I’ll handle the cleanup. Get out of there immediately.”
― Heh... bullshit... crazy bastard...
The faint sounds on the other end disappeared.
“President Park.”
― ...
Kim Muhyuk’s hand turned pale as he gripped the phone.
“Boss, what happened?”
Ma Chief asked, but Kim Muhyuk just stared silently at the lifeless phone.
“Boss!”
Only when Ma Chief called again did Kim Muhyuk look up.
“...It was President Park.”
Kim Muhyuk ended the pointless call.
Ma Chief didn’t ask further.
From Lee Yonghyeon’s mansion ahead came alternating screams and shouts.
“Focus here for now. President Park’s handled Watanabe. Once we finish this, it’s over.”
“Yes, Boss.”
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Gunfire erupted from the mountain overlooking the mansion.
Almost immediately, gunfire answered from inside the mansion too.
“This is going to get messy.”
The gunfire meant they had drawn first—the agreed signal for the cover team to engage.
‘So much for doing this quietly.’
Kim Muhyuk frowned.
The gunfire soon died down. Moments later, an Oliver team member ran up to report.
“Target secured.”
“I heard gunfire. What happened?”
“They drew their pistols first. The cover team fired, and we had to shoot back.”
“Any casualties?”
“No losses on our side, but a few others ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) took bullets.”
Kim Muhyuk looked at Ma Chief.
“Send the wounded to the hospital quickly. Use our private hospital—they’ll cover up the gunshot wounds.”
“Understood.”
“And Lee Yonghyeon?”
“The target’s subdued.”
The team member led the way as Kim Muhyuk and Ma Chief followed into the mansion.
‘The shots were loud...’
Thankfully, Lee Yonghyeon’s mansion was secluded, far from other houses, but neighbors might still have heard.
‘Lee Yonghyeon... let’s see what kind of man you are.’
Kim Muhyuk stepped past a blood-soaked courtyard into the house.
The mansion, once spotless, was now smeared with footprints of mud and blood.
Lee Yonghyeon was being held inside a two-story annex. Oliver’s team guarded the perimeter.
“Boss, is this him?”
Oliver grabbed Lee Yonghyeon’s hair, lifting his bowed head.
Kim Muhyuk compared the bloodied face to the photos.
“Yes, it’s him.”
He approached.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Kim Muhyuk.”
Lee Yonghyeon’s face was covered in blood, likely beaten during resistance, but his eyes weren’t dead yet.
“Pleasure. I’m Lee Yonghyeon.”
His voice trembled slightly.
“You’re about to die, and you’re really pleased to meet me?”
Kim Muhyuk’s smile vanished.
