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Han Hyunsoo stared down at Han Hyunjin and Han Hyunwoo for a long time without saying a word.

Then he glanced at his wristwatch and finally spoke.

“Big brother. Do you think the men you prepared can make it all the way here to kill me?”

“I’m sorry, Hyunsoo. Just spare me. I’ll leave Korea, go somewhere no one knows—”

“Is that what I asked? Answer the question. Can they make it here?”

“......”

Han Hyunjin pressed his lips shut.

He understood that no matter what he said, Han Hyunsoo had no intention of listening.

Han Hyunwoo, who had been nervously watching both of them, spoke in a small, trembling voice.

“Hyunsoo. Do you remember how much I looked after you when we were kids? You can’t treat me like this. I—I didn’t do anything wrong. It was all big brother. I just—”

“I know. You’re not smart enough to come up with a plan like this. But what difference does that make now?”

Han Hyunsoo answered in a tone so indifferent it was as if Han Hyunwoo barely existed.

“...So I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Han Hyunwoo felt anger surge up, but he suppressed it and spoke meekly.

If Han Hyunjin was begging this desperately, then something had clearly gone wrong with their plan.

Han Hyunwoo wasn’t stupid enough not to realize that.

“Nothing wrong, my ass. You’re worse, little brother. When Mother was planning to kill me, you should’ve done something.” ƒrēewebnovel.com

“What power did I have? I was just going to clear your name later—”

“You really can’t open your mouth without lying.”

Cutting him off coldly, Han Hyunsoo shook his head and leaned deep into the sofa.

Crossing his legs, he turned to the mercenary captain.

“How’s it looking?”

“No one has come this way yet.”

The curt but reliable answer made Han Hyunsoo nod.

When he first heard that Han Hyunjin had gathered ethnic Korean Chinese to kill him, memories of Japan surfaced, and he nearly canceled the meeting.

But the mercenary captain told him it would be fine to proceed, and that was how he had gathered the courage to be here now.

Seeing Han Hyunjin grovel like this felt satisfying, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t uneasy.

“Once tonight passes, everything will be over.”

At Han Hyunsoo’s muttered words—no different from a death sentence—both brothers trembled simultaneously.

* * *

Yoon Changho woke at dawn to the loud ringing of his phone.

With sleep still clinging to his face, he fumbled for the vibrating device.

“...What is it?”

— Mr. President! Something serious has happened. A major gang clash broke out in Gangnam!

“Is that something you need to report to me at this hour?”

Yoon Changho checked the clock irritably.

It had just passed 2 a.m.

— There were... firearms used.

“What? What are you talking about?”

That wiped away his sleep instantly.

This wasn’t just gangs fighting over territory—guns had been used?

He shot upright in bed, and the First Lady beside him rubbed her eyes awake.

“Dear, what’s going on?”

“Oh, you’re up? It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.”

Taking his phone, Yoon Changho stepped out into the living room and dropped onto the sofa.

“Explain exactly what happened.”

— Two hours ago, reports flooded the police about a fight in central Gangnam—

The Chief Secretary continued the report.

After hearing everything, Yoon Changho pressed his hand to his forehead and groaned.

“...Civilian casualties?”

— Still being confirmed.

“Which bastards are responsible? What era do they think this is, firing guns in the middle of Seoul? Get the Commissioner of Police here immediately.”

— The organization hasn’t been identified yet. The scene is under control. There are also confirmed deaths.

Deaths...

His head throbbed.

And at the same time, one name surfaced in his mind.

There was only one man in Korea capable of orchestrating something like this—Kim Muhyuk.

“Fine. Call an emergency meeting. If firearms were used, this isn’t a simple gang dispute. Secure the scene thoroughly.”

— Yes, sir.

“I’ll head to the office as soon as I’m ready.”

After ending the call, Yoon Changho threw the phone onto the sofa and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“What is this man thinking, making something this big?”

There was no proof Kim Muhyuk was involved.

But Yoon Changho was certain he was.

After a brief moment of consideration, he picked up his phone again.

— Yes, Mr. President.

“Do you know anything about this?”

He had called Lee Myungsoo.

— ......No.

“Be honest. Is Kim Muhyuk involved?”

— I don’t know.

“Guns were fired in the middle of Gangnam. You truly know nothing?”

Though Yoon Changho’s tone was pressing, Lee Myungsoo responded calmly.

— I was contacted in my sleep as well. The party is in chaos. I’m getting ready to head out now. I truly don’t know anything, Mr. President. Why would I lie to you?

“Ha... Is Kim Muhyuk still in Japan?”

— Yes. As far as I know.

“This isn’t something I can shield. Too many eyes saw it.”

— ......He’s not the type to act without reason, is he?

At Lee Myungsoo’s gentle words, Yoon Changho found himself nodding.

“That’s right. Kim Muhyuk isn’t reckless enough to do something like this without telling me.”

— Nothing has been confirmed yet. Let’s observe a little longer. I’ll head to party headquarters and find out what I can.

“Please do. Thank you.”

After the call, Yoon Changho let out a long sigh.

His thoughts only grew more tangled.

Since all gangs nationwide had fallen under Chunha Group’s influence, inter-gang wars had disappeared.

Chunha Group had maintained its power while preserving the structure of a corporation.

Of course, Yoon Changho knew they engaged in illegal activities.

But managing just one organization had been convenient, so he had turned a blind eye.

Now it felt as if the price of that complacency was coming due.

“What the hell is this...”

With another deep sigh, he trudged into the bathroom.

* * *

As soon as I woke up, I opened Korean portal sites on my laptop.

As expected, the clash between ethnic Korean Chinese and Chunha Group dominated the headlines.

[Gang War Breaks Out in the Heart of Gangnam.]

[Public Safety in Korea Breached.]

[Civilians in Fear Amid Gang Brawl.]

[Gunshots Echo Through Seoul!]

I read through the articles.

It seemed an embargo had been activated; none properly explained what had happened yet.

They merely repeated vague reports about bloodshed in Gangnam’s nightlife district.

The articles were hollow, but I skimmed them to gauge the mood.

“Hm.”

Manager Ma entered with coffee and toast, placing them in front of me.

Closing the laptop, I asked,

“Any contact from Korea?”

“Yes. A few ethnic Korean Chinese broke through Chunha Group’s perimeter, but the mercenaries subdued them.”

“Then Han Hyunsoo is safe. What about Han Hyunjin and Han Hyunwoo?”

“They’ve been confined near the Incheon warehouse along with the hired thug who directly called in the ethnic Korean Chinese.”

I lifted the coffee cup, its aroma brushing my nose.

“What does Han Hyunsoo intend to do?”

“It seems he plans to kill them.”

“If he’d shown weakness again, I was considering discarding him. Fortunately.”

After a sip, I asked again,

“What’s the government’s reaction?”

“It’s serious. Civilian injuries were significant.”

“Is it because they were ethnic Korean Chinese? They really have no fear.”

If this had been a fight between Korean gangs, they would never have allowed civilian casualties.

They knew that the moment civilians were harmed, state power would tear their organization apart.

“Chunha Group must’ve prepared a scapegoat organization to throw out as bait...”

If this escalated further, Chunha Group wouldn’t remain untouched either.

Setting the cup down, I considered briefly, then spoke to Manager Ma.

“Contact Chairman Yoo Seongjin.”

“Yes.”

Manager Ma made the call and handed me the phone.

“Chairman Yoo Seongjin. This is Kim Muhyuk.”

— Yes, sir. Yoo Seongjin speaking. Have you been well?

“As always. It seems this will cause considerable damage on your end because of me.”

— Not at all. Compared to what you’ve done for us, this is nothing.

“Can you contain it?”

Could Chunha Group handle this alone?

With civilian casualties involved, I was prepared to assist if necessary.

But Yoo Seongjin answered firmly.

— It’s sufficient. We’ll take some damage, but they won’t be able to conduct a full-scale investigation into Chunha Group. We’re not what we used to be.

Confidence filled his voice.

“I heard the ethnic Korean Chinese used firearms.”

— Yes. Because of that, we had casualties among the organization we deployed. I apologize.

“Nothing to apologize to me for. If anyone’s heart aches, it would be yours.”

Of course, Yoo Seongjin wouldn’t grieve over a few dead members.

The ones he truly valued wouldn’t have been sent there.

— It’s fine.

“Then you won’t need my help?”

— No. We’ll handle it.

“Very well. Good work. As for the people detained at the Incheon warehouse, handle them as Han Hyunsoo requests.”

I was about to end the call when something occurred to me.

“Ah, Chairman Yoo. Which organization smuggled the firearms into Korea? What kind of lunatics do that?” freēwēbnovel.com

— We haven’t traced the tail that far. We suspect they entered through Busan via Russia. We block most of it, but it seems some slipped through small gaps. I apologize.

“It’s not something even the government can fully block. Chunha Group can’t block everything either. What does Usoyan say?”

— He said he’d investigate further and contact us.

Usoyan likely had nothing more to say. Pressuring him wouldn’t yield much, but at least we now had justification.

“Take this opportunity to clean house completely. There must be collaborators in Korea for something like this to happen.”

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“Let’s speak again.”

I handed the phone back to Manager Ma.

After finishing my coffee, I organized my thoughts.

‘I’m curious how Yoo Seongjin will clean this up.’

It was a clash in the middle of Seoul.

With civilian victims, the government had no choice but to respond firmly.

Then my phone rang. Seeing the caller’s name, I answered.

— Hey, Kim Muhyuk! You crazy bastard!

Myungsoo shouted immediately, his voice booming through the receiver.

As expected, I held the phone slightly away from my ear.

— You said it would stay within the church! What the hell is this?! Why are ethnic Korean Chinese firing guns in central Seoul! Are you listening? Kim Muhyuk! Muhyuk! You son of a—

This is why I like Myungsoo.

Even Hyunseong and the others seemed to keep a certain distance from me these days.

I understood why.

But Myungsoo didn’t.

He always said exactly what he wanted.

“I’m listening. I didn’t expect it to grow this large either.”

— Bullshit. There’s nothing you don’t know.

“I knew something would happen. I just didn’t expect it to escalate like this. Is it bad?”

— Don’t pretend. Dozens of civilians were injured. Thankfully no civilian deaths, but this isn’t something that can just pass. It’s not something I can cover up either.

“Leave it. Don’t step in unnecessarily. The fire might spread to you. Just let it flow naturally.”

— Are you sure? President Yoon Changho is furious. The Commissioner of Police got chewed out at the Blue House. This could splash onto you too.

“Haha! How old is the Commissioner now? Must’ve been a while since he got chewed out.”

I laughed.

For Yoon Changho to lose face and lash out like that—he must be extremely angry.

“Don’t worry. I’m not directly involved. You arrested all related parties?”

— Yeah. On site. These ethnic Korean Chinese treat state authority like trash. They fear Chinese public security but completely ignore Korean police.

“One side was ethnic Korean Chinese. What about the other?”

— A few Koreans were mixed in, but mostly illegal immigrants from Southeast Asia. That’s what makes it worse. Two Koreans died. Shot dead on the spot.

So that’s why Yoo Seongjin was confident Chunha Group wouldn’t take the full hit.

— According to statements, they entered to kill Han Hyunsoo and claim the opposing side attacked first, so they only defended themselves. The Chinese embassy is already protesting to our government...

They came to kill someone for money and still dare to protest.

While listening, I wrote a note and slid it to Manager Ma.

[Contact Premier Wen Jiabao. Request a call.]

Chunha Group would handle its cleanup.

But it was necessary to ease Yoon Changho’s burden as well.