Genius Grandson Of The Loan Shark King

Park Dongsu.

In the original timeline, during the War on Crime, he took the fall for his boss, Lee Saseong, went to prison, was sentenced to life, and never walked free again.

‘Hey, kid. Come here for a second.’

When we first met, I had nothing in my hands. freewebnoveℓ.com

He was just a gangster, but I decided I needed to use him.

Later, when I learned my grandfather already had his own vast influence, Park Dongsu’s usefulness dropped sharply—but by then, I’d grown attached to him.

Park Dongsu didn’t miss his chance.

With my help, he eventually rose to become the boss of a nationwide syndicate uniting all of Korea’s gangsters.

But when Yang Soohyeong, who’d grown up with him since childhood, was killed, Dongsu was consumed by rage. He avenged him, but he died as well.

When I quietly opened my eyes, I could see a temple outside the window.

Several police buses surrounded the area, and riot police stood watching as I got out of the car.

One of Dongsu’s men, spotting me from afar, ran over.

“You’re here, sir.”

“Most people here don’t know me. I’ll leave quietly. Just let Director Lee know I’m here.”

“Yes, sir.”

The man bowed and hurried off.

I slowly stepped into the funeral hall where Dongsu’s portrait was enshrined. Inside the large temple hall, men in black suits stood in solemn silence.

From a distance, I saw Lee Sanggeun slightly bow his head in greeting.

In the large portrait, Park Dongsu was smiling brightly.

‘What’s making you smile like that? Are you at peace now? Why did you do it yourself when you could’ve ordered your men...’

I shook my head and lit the incense.

‘Rest in peace, Brother Dongsu.’

After greeting Sanggeun, who was standing as chief mourner, we moved into a smaller adjacent room.

“How was the end?”

“The same as always. He smiled and told me to leave quickly...”

Dark circles under Sanggeun’s eyes shadowed his words.

Dongsu had been shot multiple times, lost a massive amount of blood, and by the time paramedics arrived, there was no hope of saving him.

“There was no way to get him out, right?”

“No. He insisted. I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. How’s the atmosphere in the organization?”

Sanggeun twisted his lips bitterly.

“Noise is already starting. People are arguing over succession.”

“Anyone worth paying attention to?”

Dongsu had been more of a figurehead; Sanggeun handled most of the actual operations.

Yet now that Dongsu was gone, fools who didn’t know their place were already making moves.

“The old guard from Gangbuk is strongly pushing one man. With Dongsu gone, they’re raising their heads again.”

Sanggeun’s tone made it clear how predictable this was.

I smirked.

“Greedy old bastards. If you need anything—money, manpower, anything—just ask. Take this chance to retire those useless geezers. I expect a different kind of leadership from you.”

Sanggeun had always been a ruthless man.

He’d softened a lot under Dongsu, but the Sanggeun I remembered wasn’t someone to underestimate. There was a reason he once claimed Gangnam.

If anything, Sanggeun fit the role of a gangster boss better than Dongsu ever did.

“Brother Dongsu entrusted this to me. I’m not handing it over to anyone. I don’t care how senior those old men are.”

The determination in his voice reassured me.

He looked grim, but his eyes showed he fully understood what he had to do now that the hyenas were circling.

“Do you have enough backing inside the organization?”

“Most of the Busan guys and the Seoul factions outside of Gangbuk are under my influence. The Jeolla boys are definitely with the old guard, and the Gyeongsang groups are staying neutral.”

“Neutral... Those are the most unreliable ones. Keep me updated regularly.”

“Yes, sir.”

I patted Sanggeun’s shoulder and stepped out of the room.

The gangsters standing outside were eyeing me carefully, their gazes probing, which almost made me laugh.

Then one of them muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“What’s that Director Lee doing, going off with some kid to talk in private? The chief mourner shouldn’t leave his post.”

The man was middle-aged, with a receding hairline. I’d never seen him before.

One of Dongsu’s men standing near the portrait stepped in, blocking him. I recognized his face.

“Director Han, this guest was invited by Brother Dongsu himself. Watch your mouth.”

“What, is he supposed to be some big shot? Can’t even talk here? Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

The two glared at each other, tension rising.

I chose not to respond.

I was angry, sure, but I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Dongsu’s portrait. Dongsu’s men were also holding back.

“I’ve paid my respects to Brother Dongsu, so I’ll be leaving now. Finish the funeral properly and keep me updated.”

I turned to leave with Manager Ma.

But before I could reach the door, an unpleasant voice called out from behind.

“Hey, you bastard! Stop right there!”

Several burly men blocked the temple entrance.

It {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} was absurd. Even Dongsu’s men looked shocked.

“What are you doing?”

“When the boss calls, you don’t just walk off.”

When I turned around, that balding idiot was grinning smugly.

“Are you deaf, you bastard?”

“...Haa.”

I sighed.

He started to open his mouth again, but I cut him off first.

“What, you fucking bastard?”

The entire temple went silent.

“...What did you just say?”

“You’re the one calling me, aren’t you?”

His dumbfounded expression was almost amusing.

“If you want to die, go die somewhere else. Don’t make a scene in someone else’s house.”

I ignored him and looked past him at the old guard watching from the back.

“Gentlemen, you’re just going to sit there?”

Every eye in the hall turned to the elders.

“President Kim, this is a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding? Then would you mind if I misunderstood too—and acted accordingly?”

“That’s not what we meant...”

No idiot could have gotten into this room. This wasn’t some random fool picking a fight—this was planned, someone testing me now that Dongsu was gone.

They wanted to see where I stood.

“Whatever your reasons, what the hell is this behavior at a funeral? The man isn’t even buried yet.”

“Yes, yes, you’re right. Director Han just got a little worked up. He meant no harm.”

The elder at the front waved his hands, and the others nodded quickly.

Their wrinkled faces couldn’t hide the ugly greed behind them.

“Handle your own people. I’ll let this slide once—for Brother Dongsu’s sake. But I expect this won’t happen again.”

“Of course, of course. Director Han, apologize. Now.”

Director Han just stared blankly at the elders.

“Han, I said apologize!”

“...I’m sorry.”

He bowed his head. I patted his shoulder.

“Brother Dongsu must’ve had a hell of a time, working with someone like you. The man was too kind for his own good.”

Turning away, I headed for the exit.

One of the big guys blocking the door flinched and stepped aside.

“Manager.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Before the man could react, Manager Ma, who had been glaring the entire time, slammed his fist into the thug’s face.

The man didn’t even have time to block before his face was a bloody mess after a few punches.

I kept walking.

Behind me, Manager Ma kicked the half-conscious man out of the temple like garbage.

The thug lay there, spitting blood, unable to get up.

“Let’s go. I’m tired.”

As I stepped out of the temple, rain was pouring from the sky.

One of Park Dongsu’s men, the same one I’d seen back in Busan, approached with a black umbrella.

“Boss, here.”

Manager Ma took the umbrella, opened it, and held it above us.

As we walked, every one of Dongsu’s men bowed deeply.

The sound of rain washed away my anger, leaving only a bitter taste.

‘Hey, kid!’

For a brief moment, I thought I heard Dongsu’s voice.

The rain didn’t stop all the way back to Seoul.

* * *

Chief Prosecutor Yoon Changho hadn’t stopped smiling recently.

After receiving direct orders from the Blue House, the first thing he did was mobilize the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office’s Audit Division to arrest the Seoul District Prosecutor General and all his cronies.

It would go down in the history of Korean prosecution.

“Prosecutor Bae, you’ve worked hard all this time.”

“Did you come here to gloat?”

Sitting alone in the interrogation room, Bae Beomgyu looked as if his soul had left his body.

Yoon smirked.

“The Blue House gave clear instructions. Anyone connected to Cheongpunghoe or who received bribes is to be dragged into court. Congratulations, you’re the very first.”

“...”

“You had your fun riding on Cheongpunghoe’s coattails, didn’t you? Don’t be too sad—it’s only going to get worse from here.”

Before Yoon even finished speaking, the door opened, and Oh Hyunwoo stepped inside.

“Prosecutor Oh, don’t show him any respect just because he’s a senior. Treat him properly. You know what I mean, considering your friend’s case.”

“Yes, Chief Prosecutor.”

When Yoon designated a young rookie prosecutor as Bae Beomgyu’s interrogator, Bae looked at him in disbelief.

“Chief Prosecutor, this isn’t right.”

“What isn’t? You still think you’re a prosecutor? Don’t fool yourself. You’re a criminal now. You’ll die in prison. Prosecutor Oh, do your job.”

“Yes, sir. Don’t worry.”

As Yoon left, Oh Hyunwoo bowed politely to his superior. When the door closed, he straightened and looked at Bae as if meeting him for the first time.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Prosecutor Oh Hyunwoo, assigned to investigate you, Mr. Bae Beomgyu.”

“What? Have you lost your fucking mind, kid?”

“Mr. Bae, lower your voice. You’ve been a prosecutor long enough to know better. Shouting in an interrogation room? How improper.”

“What? You little shit, you don’t know your place? Do you want to die? What class are you, huh?”

Red-faced, Bae jabbed his finger at him, yelling.

Oh Hyunwoo, sitting calmly, looked at him as if he were an insect.

“This is exactly what you used to do, isn’t it? Sit the fuck down while I’m still treating you like a human being. Did you call your lawyer?”

Bae didn’t respond. Oh Hyunwoo opened his laptop and set down a towering pile of files.

“Did you call your lawyer, or are you representing yourself?”

“...”

“Sit. My neck hurts looking up at you.”

“...Oh Hyunwoo, was it? Do you really think you’ll get away with this?”

Oh Hyunwoo finally laughed.

“You’ve got a mouth on you. Sit down, you son of a bitch.”

He suddenly stood and kicked Bae hard in the shin.

“Argh!”

“Half of what’s in these files is enough to end you. You think you’ll be fine? Worry about yourself first.”

Clutching his leg, Bae crouched in pain, unable to respond.

Oh Hyunwoo sat back down, annoyed.

“Even in this ‘better’ world, there are still plenty of ways to make life hell. You know that better than anyone. Unless you want to experience the same things you did to others, sit and answer my questions.”

Bae knew he was right. Though torture had mostly disappeared after two regime changes, methods like sleep deprivation, water denial, and psychological pressure still worked. And Bae had used those very methods himself.

“Your lawyer?”

“...I called him.”

“Good. We’ll start when he arrives. Until then, let’s have a little chat.”

Oh Hyunwoo smiled as if nothing had happened. Bae’s face twisted with rage.

“We have nothing to talk about.”

“Not you. Me. Muhyuk asked me to deliver a message.”

Oh Hyunwoo leaned back, sneering.

“The prison’s going to be full of people you know. Every day will be a joyride. When you get there, pass along my regards. I’m curious to see how it goes for you.”

The color drained from Bae’s face.

* * *

Eva had signed the final contract with the Korea Deposit Insurance Corporation.

“Congratulations. You got what you wanted?”

“It’s thanks to you, Boss. Thank you.”

“When do you think the merger will be complete?”

“Half a year, at least. We still have to offload all the bad debts to the government and settle the share distribution.”

“Hasn’t most of that been worked out already?”

“The shareholding issue is complicated.”

“Secure the 51%. Leave the rest to the government. Why are you trying to handle everything yourself?”

Eva’s expression brightened.

“Okay. Also, I might need to make a quick trip to Hong Kong. I need to wrap things up with Peregrine and meet someone.”

“Who?”

“A representative of a high-ranking Chinese official. The Peregrine acquisition has been messy. I’ll explain when I get back.”

“Take bodyguards with you.”

“Aw, are you worried about me?”

She smiled mischievously, trying to cling to me, but I gently pushed her away.

“What about the work in Korea?”

“I left it with Director Baek.”

“You sure about that?”

“Don’t worry. He knows his place. He cares a lot about appearances. As long as we give him that, he’ll do fine.”

“Alright. We’ll talk more after you get back from Hong Kong.”

This time, I let her hug me. Holding Eva in my arms, I was already planning my next move.