Genius Grandson Of The Loan Shark King

Chunha Group.

It was a company founded by taking over every business within Geukseong Group except construction.

Even just its cultural and entertainment ventures, hotels and resorts, trading and distribution, were enough to classify it as a mid-sized corporation.

That was only the business on the surface. In the shadows, even greater sums moved. Chunha managed most of the country’s nightlife, controlled alcohol distribution, gambling, and every other illegal enterprise—Korea’s largest criminal organization.

And the boss of that very organization was now kneeling in front of me, begging for forgiveness.

“Hm...”

“...”

I looked down at Chairman Yoo Seongjin with cold eyes, pondering.

Rather than excuse himself further, he simply kept his head bowed.

The first chairman, Brother Dongsu, had died, and the second chairman, Lee Sanggeun, stepped down completely from the organization. He had merged Geukseong Group’s construction arm with Jungwoo Group’s, turning Geukseong into a construction-only company. He became a legitimate chairman in the daylight.

The third chairman, Yoo Seongjin, was appointed on Sanggeun’s recommendation as Dongsu’s direct successor.

The first chairman was a gangster, but too soft-hearted.

The second chairman was a gangster, but preferred dialogue over violence.

The third, Yoo Seongjin, was different. Aggressive, unhesitant to use force.

On my orders, he had thrown the group into war against the Triads and Southeast Asian mafias in Korea, staking the group’s life.

That made him a card I still needed.

“Chairman Yoo, please rise. Your men are watching.”

A leader stripped of authority cannot hold a group together.

If he had come alone, it would have been one thing. But since he came with his board of directors, kneeling now would only poison him.

Yet contrary to my concern, every director who had come with him also knelt without hesitation.

‘So, he has firm control over his people?’

Unlike Bulgom, clearly.

They already knew of my existence, which must have influenced their actions. But the fact that they followed Yoo Seongjin without hesitation showed his grip and charisma.

It was the one thing Lee Sanggeun had lacked: absolute charisma and overwhelming power.

I kept my satisfaction hidden and simply watched. Yoo Seongjin bowed his head again.

“I apologize. I heard one of my men pointed a knife at you.”

“That happened. Anyway, get up and sit down. Manager Ma, bring him a chair.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Manager Ma quickly brought a chair, set it facing me, and returned to my side.

But Yoo Seongjin still remained kneeling.

“Sit down.”

With Japan now in play, I could not put all the blame on him.

At last, after repeated urging, he rose and bowed deeply.

“Once again, I’m sorry. It was my failure not to protect the organization properly.”

I only nodded, gesturing for him to sit.

“Tell me what happened. You can’t have completely neglected the Busan branch—the Dongsupa in particular.”

Though Yoo Seongjin rose, the directors were still kneeling. Something caught my mind.

“Directors, rise as well. Then step outside and wait. This won’t take long.”

There could very well be Japanese agents among them.

After saluting me, the board from Seoul left the warehouse.

The room emptied instantly. I looked around once, then turned to Yoo Seongjin.

“Speak.”

“I ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) thought leaving Busan to Bulgom would be fine. He’s one of the few brothers I truly trust. I never thought he’d be such a fool. He’s uneducated, but I thought he was straightforward...”

He had sized up Bulgom well: stupid, but straightforward. Yet far too unfit to be a boss.

“Meeting him today, his flaws were clear even in a short time. He has more weaknesses than strengths, yet you made him branch chief of Dongsupa, a symbolic branch.”

Yoo Seongjin had seen his strengths, but that was the wrong approach for a leader.

A boss had to always account for the worst.

“Branch chiefs shouldn’t be chosen on loyalty alone. Picking the right man for the seat is also your responsibility.”

“You’re right. I was at fault.”

He admitted calmly. I lifted an eyebrow.

Admitting mistakes, and being able to change, made him trustworthy.

“This isn’t just a Busan issue. Japanese Yakuza were involved. They’ve failed in Korea too many times, so they’re trying different methods.”

“...Is that so?”

He looked shocked, clearly unaware such infiltration had occurred.

“Busan’s proximity to Japan made it easy, but a deputy branch chief was their puppet. That means other places must also be suspected.”

“I’ll begin a full internal purge immediately.”

I tapped the chair’s armrest, deep in thought. The steady rhythm echoed in the quiet warehouse.

“I can let other things slide. But I won’t forgive one violation: stealing money meant for the men. That undermines the foundation of the organization. Severe punishment is necessary.”

Even gangsters worked to survive. If the men lacked money, no one could say what crimes they might commit. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

That was why even foot soldiers were given enough to live on—so they’d have no excuse.

But now, middle managers were skimming funds, bringing in street thugs as soldiers, pocketing both their stipends and protection money from merchants.

It was clear the organization needed cleaning.

“Are things too much? Should I send mercenaries?”

If his focus was consumed by the foreign gangs in Korea, I was ready to help lighten the load.

“No. Most of it is already handled.”

“Really? That was faster than I expected. I thought it’d take at least a year.”

“The Southeast Asian gangs folded after the first clash. They begged us to let them build lives for their laborers and hostesses here, or they wouldn’t leave.”

“Hm...”

So the Southeast Asians had submitted. For them to beg after one clash meant the power gap was massive.

“So what did you decide to do?”

“I summoned all their bosses to Korea. If they come, I’ll negotiate and help them settle here, within limits.”

I nodded. If coexistence was possible, there was no need to waste effort expelling them.

“As long as drugs and gambling are off-limits, that’s acceptable.”

“I agree.”

That left the truly vicious ones.

“What about China and Taiwan?”

“They’re worse than cockroaches.”

He shook his head bitterly.

“Drugs, prostitution, human trafficking, even organ trade—anything profitable, they touch. And no matter how many we cripple or arrest, others crawl in to fill the gap.”

His twisted face showed how much he had suffered.

Chinese resilience was infamous. They built their own kingdoms wherever they went, seizing profits—in the U.S., Japan, and here in Korea’s Chinatown, ruled by the Triads.

“So what then? If eradication’s impossible, will you negotiate with them too?”

But the Chinese never knew satisfaction. Give once, and they’d demand more.

“No. I’ll never negotiate with the Triads. Never with China.”

A satisfying answer.

With Japan, threats and talks could work. With China, nothing worked.

I smirked coldly and nodded.

“Good thinking. Otherwise, they’ll never let go. But don’t expect much from public authorities. To avoid conflict with Beijing, the dirty work has to be done in the shadows. You know that, don’t you?”

Illegal immigrants could be deported. But the legal ones—only force could expel them.

“Even if it takes time, I’ll root the Triads out completely. If you’ll trust me once more, I’ll also clean our inside thoroughly.”

“Of course I trust you. Everyone makes mistakes. What matters is not repeating them.”

“Thank you.”

He put his hands on his knees and bowed deeply.

“External enemies matter, but so does cleaning inside. Purge the middlemen who skimmed money, the ones extorting merchants. That will never be tolerated. Understood?”

“I swear it will never happen again. Thank you for this chance. I will not repeat the same mistake.”

He spoke firmly. I decided to give him another chance.

There was no one better suited to the underworld.

“Find the internal traitors and drag out everything they know. If they refuse, I’ll send specialists.”

I had no intention of leaving it to him alone. My information team would also track down every Japanese agent in Korea.

“When you’ve set a plan, contact Manager Ma for manpower.”

“Yes.”

That left Bulgom. His fate weighed on me.

“What do you think should be done with Bulgom?”

“...Can’t you give him one more chance? He’s too valuable to discard. I’ll remove him as branch chief. Putting him there was my greed.”

I thought hard. His earlier behavior had been disrespectful. Letting it slide would set a bad precedent.

Sensing my hesitation, Yoo Seongjin spoke first.

“I’ll have him cut off a finger. If that’s not enough, I’ll cut mine too.”

“You must care for him deeply.”

“He started under Brother Dongsu. A simple fool, but not a traitor. Please, President Kim Muhyuk, just this once.”

He bowed again, pleading for Bulgom.

Not a bad thing to put him in my debt. I smiled coldly.

“Fine. Raise your head, Chairman Yoo. I’ll settle for one finger. But send Bulgom to me as well. I’ll give him some mental education.”

“Understood.”

Satisfied, I rose.

“There may be spies even among your directors outside. Start with them.”

“Yes, Boss.”

I extended my hand.

“There won’t be a second chance. If this happens again, you’ll bear the blame.”

Yoo Seongjin gripped my hand tightly and answered firmly.

“It won’t happen again, Boss.”

At last, I left for home. By the time I arrived, dawn had already broken.

Quietly, I entered so as not to wake Grandma.

“Muhyuk?”

So much for being quiet—the dark living room held her presence.

Embarrassed, I rambled excuses.

“Oh, it’s me. You weren’t sleeping? You should’ve gone to bed. Don’t worry about Jeong Minwoo, he won’t try that again.”

“You’ve worked hard. Go on and sleep. I’ll head in too.”

She smiled after seeing me safe and turned toward her room.

Noticing the relief in her smile, I hugged her tightly.

“Grandma! Tonight let’s go out for sashimi, okay?”

“Alright. Now rest, Muhyuk.”

Patting my back, she went to her room. Watching her retreating figure, I smiled too.