God of Blackfield

‘Let’s not kill him. I shouldn’t kill him.’ Repeating those words to himself, Kang Chan approached Yoon Bong-Sup.

‘I should find out if Cho Il-Kwon ordered him to kill Yoo Hye-Sook first.’

However, when he saw the blood that had spattered on Yoo Hye-Sook’s photo, which was on top of the table, Kang Chan’s lid ended up flipping.

Bang!

Crash!

Kang Chan booted Yoon Bong-Sup in the chest, knocking over the sofa as the latter toppled over. Right next to the table, Kang Chan noticed the filet knife that Yoon Bong-Sup had tried to pick up but missed.

Kang Chan smirked.

This son of a bitch was looking for an opportunity to kill my mother?

Even at a glance, Yoon Bong-Sup clearly intended to use foreigners, then send them back to their country.

Kang Chan picked up the knife.

‘I should not kill him!’

Kang Chan knew what not to do. He even yelled it in his mind.

But of all occasions, Kang Chan had to run into a situation—one that would’ve flipped his lid even on a day when he was feeling perfectly normal—while he was still feeling spiteful.

Kang Chan frowned while holding himself back from killing Yoon Bong-Sup, who was crawling and wiggling on his back.

If Kang Chan killed that fucker right now, then he would have to run over and kill Cho Il-Kwon and Yang Jin-Woo immediately as well.

“Hey,” Kang Chan called.

“Yes, sir!”

“You son of a bitch. Why are you whining like a child?”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

Kang Chan stepped on Yoon Bong-Sup’s right shoulder with all his might.

Crunch!

“Urgh! Ugh! Urgh!”

Yoon Bong-Sup groaned like a puppy that got kicked.

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“Hey, you son of a bitch.”

“Yes–ugh…”

Yoon Bong-Sup flinched.

“Whoo, let’s talk like civilized people.” Kang Chan truly considered doing so.

But during the short moment that Kang Chan was walking to sit on the table, he saw Yoon Bong-Sup’s eyes checking the door.

This fucker was still expecting the guys outside to call someone that would save him.

Of course, Kang Chan knew that Yoon Bong-Sup’s subordinates wouldn't just stay quiet and do nothing. They couldn’t fight him right now since they had heard Oh Gwang-Taek’s name, whom they knew, but Kang Chan guessed they were at least asking for help or gathering people. After all, they were aware that he came alone. Their arrival was what Yoon Bong-Sup was waiting for with anxious eyes.

“Yeah? I’ll also call someone, then,” Kang Chan said.

Kang Chan first stepped on Yoon Bong-Sup’s neck.

Bang!

“Argh! Agh! Argh!”

“You son of a bitch! I almost dropped my phone!” Kang Chan yelled.

Kang Chan stepped on Yoon Bong-Sup, who was struggling, and held the knife in his right hand.

Kang Chan had taken out his phone, thinking he was really about to kill anyone who would disturb them. Right now, he was so full of hostility that it felt as if it would explode out of him.

For the first time, Kang Chan pressed the radio app on his phone.

Drrr.

“It’s Choi Jong-Il.”

“Where are you?”

“We’re on the fifth floor of the building you’re currently in. We’ve also got some agents stationed by the entrance. ”

Knowing this would happen, Kang Chan said, “Come into the Gentleman Company on the fifth floor.”

“Understood.”

When Kang Chan pressed the app one more time, the red light flashing on his screen turned off.

“Urgh. Ugh. Urgh.”

“Ah! Sorry, I was talking to someone on the phone. I was stepping on you for too long, wasn’t I?” Kang Chan asked.

“Cough! Cough! Cough!” Yoon Bong-Sup tightly grasped onto his throat as he gasped for breath.

“Son of a bitch. Have you caught your breath now?”

Bang! 

“Ugh! Urgh! Urgh!”

Only the right side of Yoon Bong-Sup’s face was visible now. Moreover, his eye was so swollen it looked as if it was about to burst.

If Kang Chan kept his foot on Yoon Bong-Sup for just thirty seconds longer, the fucker would’ve died already.

Kang Chan removed his foot from Yoon Bong-Sup’s face.

“Cough! Cough! Cough!”

“Hey,” Kang Chan called.

“Agh! Arghh! Urghh!”

Startled, Yoon Bong-Sup let out a strange groan that sounded as if he was crying. He only ever really looked scared now.

I’ve had multiple opponents a hundred times more spiteful than people like you in Africa.

“What the!”

At that moment, Kang Chan heard a rough shout and people fighting out. He also heard the sound of a desk falling to the ground.

Bang!

The door was forcibly opened when one of the foreigners that had fallen to the floor was violently pushed into the room.

“It’s Choi Jong-Il.”

“Guard the door. Don’t let anyone come in, no matter who they are. Make sure nobody interferes even if they’re the police or some other bullshit,” Kang Chan ordered.

“Understood.”

Yoon Bong-Sup’s eyes were full of fear.

“Are you willing to talk now?” Kang Chan asked.

Yoon Bong-Sup nodded.

Bang!

“Urgh! Ugh! Ugh!”

“Son of a bitch, you dare nod instead of answering me?”

Yoon Bong-Sup sounded like the croaks of a frog that had gotten stepped on.

Kang Chan removed his foot from Yoon Bong-Sup just before he died.

As Yoon Bong-Sup inhaled as if he was sobbing, Kang Chan heard people engaged in brutal combat outside the room again.

Kang Chan smirked.

Startled, Yoon Bong-Sup trembled.

Kang Chan perched on the armrest of the sofa that had fallen to the ground, then took out a cigarette.

Bang!

He then heard a loud noise that sounded as if someone had hit the door with an iron pipe or a baseball bat. Simultaneously, the door caved in right at the height where a human’s head would be. People kept yelling and screaming outside, but he wasn’t worried. He had seen Choi Jong-Il’s skills.

Chk chk.

“Whoo!”

The yelling soon decreased a little, but they still continued to hear furniture breaking and horrible screams.

Although they were on the fifth floor, they could also hear the noisy sirens of police cars from the roads.

A glimmer of hope flashed across Yoon Bong-Sup’s eyes.

Kang Chan smirked.

“Whoo!” Kang Chan deeply inhaled the cigarette smoke, then exhaled it as if he was sighing.

Acting out because gangsters backed them up and Kang Chan acting out because he trusted National Intelligence Service or Lanok were both dirty deeds. However, if it meant saving Yoo Hye-Sook, Kang Chan was willing to do even worse things.

Yoo Hye-Sook couldn’t buy expensive clothes for herself, not even once, because of the kids in the orphanage. Moreover, even though she had to give up her well-off lifestyle to marry her husband, she never hated him and only ever felt sorry for him whenever people looked down on him. After all, Yoo Hye-Sook had never resented anyone. Moreover, she had even decided to follow her son to the grave if he died due to his earlier injuries. When he survived, she held her tears back even as she witnessed and accepted all the changes that he had gone through.

They’re trying to kill a woman like that?

Strangely, Kang Chan laughed.

“Cho Il-Kwon ordered you to kill my mother, right?” Kang Chan asked quietly after exhaling the cigarette smoke.

Yoon Bong-Sup’s face was covered in blood, and he was barely breathing. At this rate, he would eventually faint.

“Oh, so you think you can just faint, huh?”

When Kang Chan stood up, Yoon Bong-Sup’s right eye shook.

“Let’s end this quickly. Did Cho Il-Kwon order you to kill my mother?”

Pow!

“Ugghh!”

Kang Chan stabbed the knife into Yoon Bong-Sup’s broken right shoulder. In doing so, the fucker would only barely be able to use his right arm to eat.

“If you ever hesitate to answer me again, I’ll dig your eyeball out next. Got it?”

“Yeeaaaa!”

Yoon Bong-Sup’s answer came out strangely since he had been stabbed.

The sound of people fighting outside had already died down.

“The police can’t come in here, so make sure you carefully think your answers through. Otherwise, I’ll make sure nobody would be able to find you even after I’ve killed you, wrapped you up in a carpet, and carried you outside,” Kang Chan said.

Yoon Bong-Sup nodded, then urgently answered with a strange sound.

“Did Cho Il-Kwon order you to kill my mother?”

Kang Chan was looking straight into Yoon Bong-Sup’s eyes. If he did something stupid again, Kang Chan was thinking of just killing him and going straight to Cho Il-Kwon.

“Yeea!”

It sounded like Yoon Bong-Sup was speaking Japanese.

“Good. Do you have evidence to back up your claim?”

“The recording, phone… there’s a recording on the phone. I also put a billion won in the trunk of a car for the expectated cost.”

Sons of bitches. They were going to use a billion won to kill a civilian in this world where some children would have to scoop up rice into a bucket so they could eat?

“Where are the car keys?” Kang Chan prodded on.

“Inside the closet.”

“That’s it, you fucker. See how much better it is for the both of us when you tell me things quickly?”

Smack!

Kang Chan violently slapped Yoon Bong-Sup, then stood up. Yoon Bong-Sup still had a knife stabbed into his shoulder, so he couldn’t even twist his body properly. Tears mixed with blood dripped down his face.

Kang Chan headed to the desk. When he opened the closet behind the chair and searched through a suit, finding the keys to a Benz in one of its pockets.

Afterward, he looked for the phone. He searched under the desk since the phone wasn’t on top of it, discovering that it had fallen to the ground in front of the chair’s wheel.

He didn’t know the phone’s model.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Kang Chan heard someone knocking on the door that was broken at the top.

“It’s Choi Jong-Il.”

“Come in.”

Choi Jong-Il opened the door a little and poked his head in. When he saw Yoon Bong-Sup on the ground, he swung the door fully open.

Creak.

Choi Jong-Il’s shirt was drenched in blood, and more could be seen oozing from the right side of his forehead. He also had a handkerchief wrapped around his left hand as if he was wounded.

“The police have decided to arrest the people who came in here for multiple reasons, including the creation of an illegal organization and instigation of murder. We’ve also contacted the prosecution,” Choi Jong-Il said.

“Are your wounds severe?”

Choi Jong-Il smiled lightly as if he heard a funny joke.

“Yoon Jong-Sup said that evidence is recorded in this phone. Find it and play it,” Kang Chan continued.

When Kang Chan handed over the phone, Choi Jong-Il examined it. “It has a password.”