God of Blackfield

“Oh Gwang-Taek!” Kang Chan called.

Oh Gwang-Taek obediently walked over when Kang Chan called him. Even when Kang Chan told him about how the bodies would be taken care of, he only listened silently. Meanwhile, the doctor started treating his injuries.

“Go ahead,” Kang Chan told the agent.

“Understood.”

When the agent walked away to issue orders to the others, Kang Chan sat on a yellowish plastic tub that had fallen on one side of the yard.

“You’re not affected?” Oh Gwang-Taek asked.

Oh Gwang-Taek sat back against a big rock near him with his legs straight out in front of him. He then stroked his face with both hands.

“I know you feel angry and empty right now, Oh Gwang-Taek, but you need to get yourself together for now,” Kang Chan sounded quieter.

At that moment, another agent inside the house approached Kang Chan. “It’s going to take some time to take care of the corpses upstairs, so we requested assistance. Is there anything else that you need?”

“We’re fine here.”

The agent turned around and walked to the car. Seok Kang-Ho then came toward Kang Chan and plopped down onto a thin piece of marble floor. He had completely taken off his top and had bandages wrapped around his shoulder and chest.

“Kukris and bayonets are different. Kukris are meant to slice through your opponents. Don’t insist on using one if you’re just going to treat it like a bayonet,” Kang Chan told Seok Kang-Ho.

“Got it. Please get your shoulder and waist treated.”

“It’s fine. I’d feel bad getting such a small injury treated even though so many people died.”

“You’re still bleeding, you know.”

“I’m not getting it treated. Leaving my wounds like this makes me feel comfortable. I’ll watch how they heal first and get treatment only if I don’t recover properly, so just leave me be for now.”

Seok Kang-Ho turned his gaze while sighing, and Oh Gwang-Taek gave Kang Chan a strange look.

“Get treated,” Oh Gwang-Taek told Kang Chan.

“Too many people died because I messed up.”

“How is this your fault?”

“I ran in there without looking into the situation, and I failed to anticipate that there would be people in there that had gone through special training. Oh Gwang-Taek, I’m currently forcing myself to hold back because now’s the time to be cold, so just leave me be.”

Kang Chan’s eyes burned furiously as spoke, silencing even Oh Gwang-Taek. Kang Chan missed the hot coffee Michelle made for him in the past.

He probably missed its scent.

Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. 

Kang Chan took out his phone and looked at it. Kim Hyung-Jung was calling him.

- Mr. Kang Chan, I’ll be there in fifteen to twenty minutes.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, but please bring something to drink when you come here. Doesn’t matter if it’s canned coffee or bottled water.”

- Understood.

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Kang Chan sighed loudly and looked at the sky. Darkness was approaching as the sun set.

A moment later, three or four more ambulances arrived. All the corpses were soon taken care of.

“Stay at the hospital, Oh Gwang-Taek. You should stay by their side in their last moments,” Kang Chan said.

“Make sure to contact me once you find out who’s behind this. Otherwise—”

Oh Gwang-Taek knew what he was going to say won’t work on Kang Chan at all, regardless of what he said. He turned around and walked away while gritting his teeth.

They had thought that this was a rabbit burrow, but a badger full of spite had jumped out instead.

‘What were these sons of a bitches really trying to do?’

Two of their enemies had been properly trained, one had adequate skills, and about seven were lacking experience. The ones that had pounced on Kang Chan when they saw him went upstairs after realizing that Seok Kang-Ho arrived. They then slit the necks of those who were hiding. If Seok Kang-Ho hadn’t called Kang Chan, or if Oh Gwang-Taek was the only one who followed him, the enemies would’ve killed the two of them first before trying to kill Kang Chan.

Still, even if that was what happened, Kang Chan thought he wouldn’t have died in this fight. However, Oh Gwang-Taek would’ve certainly been killed, and Seok Kang-Ho would’ve been in danger.

‘What’s this? What were they trying to do?’

Kang Chan blankly glared at the corner of the yard until an agent came toward him with a paper cup on top of a magazine.

“I got this from the restaurant below.”

It seemed like Kim Hyung-Jung had ordered them to do this by phone.

Kang Chan took a sip of the coffee, then put it beside him since it didn’t meet his expectations. As their surroundings got dark, a car came toward the house with its headlights on. Kim Hyung-Jung got out of it and immediately went toward Kang Chan. “Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

Kim Hyung-Jung looked at Kang Chan’s injuries and their surroundings.

“Let’s get out of here for now, Mr. Kang Chan.”

The medical team had already left, leaving only the National Intelligence Service around them.

“Can the three of us have a conversation for a moment, Mr. Kang Chan?” Kang Chan asked.

“Let’s leave first— we should at least go to Yoo Bi-Corp.”

Kang Chan shook his head. Kim Hyung-Jun stood with a hardened face for a moment, then ordered the agent behind him to “go down and stand by.”

“Please sit here.”

Kang Chan sat on a fallen plastic bucket, Seok Kang-Ho on a piece of the marble floor deeper intof the yard, and Kim Hyung-Jung on a rock in the garden.

“It was Oh Gwang-Taek who had found this place,” Kang Chan told Kim Hyung-Jung.

Kang Chan bit on a cigarette and lit it, then handed over the cigarette case and the lighter to Seok Kang-Ho.

“When I rushed into the house, there were about ten guys that had received special training. Two of them were top-tier, one was good enough, while the rest were so-so. If you weren’t aware of this, then that means you were defenseless until they tried to kill someone, and if you were, then that means you’ve been keeping information from me. Which one is it?” Kang Chan asked Kim Hyung-Jung.

Seok Kang-Ho glanced at Kang Chan after he bit on a cigarette.

“Close to twenty gangsters died,” Kang Chan commented, smirked, then continued. “The ‘Unicorn’? The development of South Korea? I’d be happy to help with that. But it becomes a different story if doing so means the people precious to me will keep getting attacked one-sidedly. You’re well aware that my father’s in the hospital right now. You visited him, after all. Who’s next? It’s probably going to be Seok Kang-Ho or my mother, right? After all, they probably wouldn’t have tried to kill Lanok or the Prime Minister with just this amount of men, weak men at that.”

“Mr. Seok Kang-Ho, will you give me a cigarette?” Kim Hyung-Jung held out his hand as if he was trying not to listen to what Kang Chan was going to say next.

Chk chk.

Holding the cigarette butt, Kim Hyung-Jung skillfully lit up the cigarette with a lighter.

“Whoo-oo.” He looked at the cigarette as he turned it in between his fingers, then took another puff.

“We couldn’t identify the people that attacked us at the golf club. No country has information on them. That’s probably going to be the case for the ones that died here today as well. We couldn’t do anything to identify them other than perform examinations on their teeth and test their DNA to get even vague information about them. We’ve concluded that they’re North Korean special forces that had received secondary training in China before coming into South Korea through Japan,” Kim Hyung-Jung explained.

When darkness descended, the mosquitos started to bite them, one by one.

“The information about Lanok’s golf club schedule was most likely leaked by one of his people. China and Japan probably tried to kill Lanok first, then they tried to kill you because they think that you’re a secret agent that France and our government have created,” Kim Hyung-Jung continued.

This wasn’t the answer that Kang Chan had wanted.

When Kang Chan twisted his head to the side with dissatisfaction and didn’t say anything, Kim Hyung-Jung inhaled the cigarette that was close to being finished, then threw it to a corner.

“The National Intelligence Service is focusing on Yang Jin-Woo and Huh Sang-Soo since they’re the two leading forces in South Korea that helped the North Korean soldiers come into the country,” Kim Hyung-Jung told Kang Chan.

Kang Chan had never heard of their names before. Of course, he had no thoughts of leaving them alone, but was Kim Hyung-Jung saying that just knowing them would become a problem?

“As a member of the National Assembly on his fifth term, Huh Sang-Soo is in charge of national defense, and Yang Jin-Woo is the chairman of Suh Jeong Group,” Kim Hyung-Jung explained.

Suh Jeong Group? Kang Chan cocked his head to the side. Where did I hear that name? Suh Jeong?

When Kang Chan looked at Kim Hyung-Jung…

“It’s the parent group of Suh Jeong Motors, which had been completely destroyed because of Kang Yoo Motors,” Kim Hyung-Jung explained further.

“If so, then the reason they tried to kill my father…”

“It seems they wanted to take revenge for what had happened in the past while also giving you a warning. The truck driver that ran away from the accident in Yongin was previously affiliated with the Suh Jeong Transportation Company. Unfortunately, by the time we had found him, he was already dead.”

Kang Chan smirked.

Yang Jin-Woo? You son of a bitch.

Kim Hyung-Jung sighed. He looked worried.