Limit Breaker

Boo! Queek!

The luxurious black Mercedes stopped in front of a giant department store with a banner called 'Preparing to Open'.

Whip.

And as the door of Benz opened, a man in his mid-20s with a bright height and a cool manly face appeared.

"Welcome, Ms. Kim!"

As soon as I saw him, a chubby, mid-40s man running around near the entrance of the department store, with half his head cut off, ran out.

"Are you all set?"

"All you have to do is finish the job. You can open it the next day as scheduled."

A polite yet heavy question from a man, a man in his 40s answered quietly.

Kim Gun-ho, the head of a large corporation in Seoul, who is a Jaeval III, went out to investigate the situation of the department store in person to report that the company's planned luxury department store is almost finished.

"Let's take a look inside."

The horse ended up walking loudly into the department store, and the 40-year-old man who was assigned to the department store followed behind and smiled eagerly.

Jiing -

"Welcome, Mr. Kim Gun-ho."

As the automatic door opened, the women dressed as department store uniforms stood in a line to greet Kim Gun-ho with their bellybuttons.

The man in his 40s seemed to be trying to express his feelings from the beginning, but he didn't really like Kim Gun-ho.

"… I just heard you had some finishing up to do?"

"Oh, yeah. I did...?"

After Kim Gun-ho's expression and tone changed unusually, I didn't think anything was wrong with him.

"I've got some finishing up to do, and you've only got people like this waiting to greet me?"

The number of women is approximately 40. Of the hundreds of employees, more than 40 were not many, but not very few.

"Yes… yes…?"

"I don't want this unproductive vanity to interfere with my work. Disband all employees to their original positions immediately."

Even though he was a legitimate successor who would become the owner of the company, he politely spoke to an executive older than himself without refusing to speak to him, but in his words, there was a mixed will to do this again and again.

Whether a man in his 40s was embarrassed or not, Gim Gun-ho walked out as loud as he said and started selling his products directly to check on the situation at the department store.

After all, the women who were disbanded by men in their 40s and headed to their stations were gathering their mouths.

"Did you see it? What about that bald guy?"

"Oh, my goodness!"

A man in his mid-40s was not a popular type for his subordinates, and the women gathered for a while were busy chewing on him.

"But who is that bald guy who acts like his boss?"

"Oh? You didn't know? You're the boss of the headquarters, right?"

"Ms. Grant? You're a Second Year Punisher?"

Successor of a young, talented and promising large enterprise.

He was the number one bridegroom that women had to appeal to no matter what they did.

Subsequently, women commended Kim Gun-ho for hating useless vanity and discarding old ways of thinking in order to flexibly change the rigid company structure.

Meanwhile, the Man-Tae House.

A mind-decomposing appetite caused by continuous vivid pain and fear was stabbed and killed by Jin Woo in order to gain experience with the Blade.

So, God and Jinwoo, who avenged the colonialists and their men, were combining the information that God had learned through family magic.

And the thing is,

"Wow. A popular young boss for his subordinates?"

It was dominated by the reputation of a good boss who hated the vanity that caused the deterioration of workers' labor force and cared about welfare to increase productivity.

A young boss who is capable and popular with his direct reports.

At this point, I was wondering if he was the same person who was harassing the rich man in the South Palace like crazy.

"Hey, is that the Kim Gun-ho you knew?"

Jin asked if Kim Gun-ho had checked the wiretaps of family members (mostly mosquitoe-like insects) sent to all directions through a magical screen.

Generally, these villains would abuse their subordinates, and they would have to be mentally ill enough to be admitted to a psychiatric hospital right now, but the reality was different, so the target was wrong.

"… correct."

However, as God did not forget the face of Gun-ho Kim, he replied with a low voice that suppressed his anger and made sure that the family was checking on Kim Gun-ho.

Why the hell not? You're an heir to a great big business and you care about your subordinates like this... Why are you so desperate to bother me...? '

I liked the evaluation of Kim Gun Ho mostly. Despite being the successor of a large corporation, he did not become arrogant, and despite being young, he proved that it was not just a parachute, concluding several contracts with his own strength.

Of course, with the best environment to grow in, many people complained about it, but generally good ratings were made.

"Well, it doesn't matter. He may be a good man to others, but he's an enemy to you. So how do you plan to get revenge this time?"

Yes, it doesn't matter whether he's a good boss or not. It's his revenge that matters anyway.

"I'd like to ask. What have I done wrong, and what I feel so strongly about harassing all of us?"

At first, I wanted to go and kidnap them all and then take revenge like a civilian, but the more I looked around him, the more I realized that he wasn't the person who was bothering them, and I began to want to know why he was bothering them.

Jinwoo nodded his head to see if he agrees, but he once again imprinted that this is a revenge that must be dealt with.

"But first, it's about revenge. He may be a good boss for his subordinates, but he's a bully for you and your father for taking down the company and hiring gangsters."

If God was reluctant to take revenge, he had a chance to return to his hero, so he was encouraging him not to enter the path of justice at all by making a speech that made him feel resentful once again.

"You're right. You have to let them feel the fear and the loss of what they've been living with all their lives."

The fear and loss that I felt when I destroyed my father's company began to break down slowly from the bottom of Kim Gun-ho, looking at the angled god who wanted to show Kim Gun-ho's father the same taste, and seeing him like that.

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Three days passed from that.

Boom!

"Damn it!"

Three days ago, Kim Gun-ho, who was a handsome man, was working late until dawn to solve the documents of the successive blown-up problems in the boss's room by taking off his shirt halfway through his beard, making sure there were no proper shaving holes in the incident.

The first incident was a mass genocide that consisted of people from the Gangho clan.

Someone started attacking the gangbangers, and eventually all of the key executives and members of the gangbangers died miserably.

In Seoul, the word 'massacre' shook hard, but the problem did not end there.

Kim Gun Ho's large enterprise business was mysteriously attacked, causing massive damage when the building collapsed or damaged goods that had to be sold.

Then Kim Gun-ho realized that someone was at war with them.

He was a preemptive peacock who wanted to cut off his limbs.

Gim Gun Ho sought help from his father's network to deal with the mysterious enemy, and he had the police standing by to catch the terrorist, so he was always ready to go.

Rrrrrrrrrrr...

When Gim Gun-ho was busy solving the damage problem in his office, who had to defend to some degree while mobilizing his connections, his cell phone vibrated.

'Damn. I'm busy...' '

Although busy, Kim Gun-ho's eyes whitened once he was annoyed and confirmed that it could be important text.

- Leave a bad message for the call. The god of the South Palace discharged three days ago. Lee Ho-joon -

"!!"

For some reason, Kim Gun-ho, who instinctively cared about the god of the South Palace, ordered a subordinate named Lee Ho-jun to find out what happened to the god of the South Palace.

But as soon as I saw the text message that I was discharged three days ago, I instinctively realized that the god of the South Palace was at the center of this problem, and I jumped into a chair and woke up.

Kuang!

Someone slammed the door into the boss's office open roughly.

"Huff… huff…."

Fluffy...

The next thing I flew in was in charge of escorting Lake Gim Gun, and I entered the room as if EZHU, who had been dispatched to destroy the power suits of the Southern Palace, threw up blood.

It's overwhelming-

It was quiet at dawn, so the sound of footsteps was heard even louder.

Kim Gun-ho looked at the owner of the footsteps and roared low toward the owner of the footsteps, first in horror, then in denial, and then in hatred.

"Southern Palace God……!"

"Farewell, Gunho."

The evil stories that had been going on since high school finally met each other's faces, but there was no commotion, like I thought.

"Khh... khh... I see... This whole thing was all you, wasn't it?"

"……."

"Son of a bitch... What's this talent 0%? There's really no such thing as an army from one end to the other."

Whether he reached out to the army and learned about God's talent, Gim Gun-ho sat on his chair cursing the military's inability.

Despite his resignation on the outside, Kim Gun-ho quickly pressed the emergency button underneath his desk and tried to beat the time as hard as he could.

"Now I feel like hitting you right now. But the bigger question is, why can't you just give me a hard time? No matter how much I think about it, I don't know this much."

"……."

At that moment, Kim Gun-ho's expression frowned.

When Gim Gun-ho heard his words, he began to be genuinely angry, despite mocking God's stupidity that made him spend his own time.

"Ha! Don't you know!? I don't know!? I don't know what you've done!?"

"??"

"The guy who hit you said he didn't know how much he hit you, and you're just the guy!"

"Huh!"

God vomited his laughter as if he was absurd from Kim Gun-ho pretending to be the perpetrator.

"Yes. What did I ever do to you?"

I don't know why the victim and the perpetrator's position had changed, but he was also curious as to why he harassed himself, so let's hear it first.

"Son of a bitch!"

At that time, EZ-Hu suddenly stood up and rushed toward God, but God shredded one of EZ-Hu's shoulders while raising his hand blade.

Uahhhhhh!

"Shhhhh!"

After being physically enhanced by a blow that compressed the energy on the hand blade using the internal air, the arm was cut off in a heartbeat.

Shhh!

However, the god who thought that Jihu would be annoyed if she kept shining like crazy, slit Ehu's throat with a swing of his hand once more.

Knuckle!

With the sound of being cut by a sharp blade, Gim Gun-ho sensed that God had come back as a monster in the image of EZhu who had his neck neatly slit as if it had been cut off by a sword.

However, he also held a grudge against the god of the South Palace to this day.

Kim Gun-ho, who suppressed his fear, opens his mouth slowly because he was facing the enemy with a grudge.

"You know you and I were in the same class in elementary school, right?"

"Grade 3. And we were partners."

"What was I like back then?"

"... was a good boy. And I liked making friends."

Now they face each other with a grudge, but they were two people who were close friends of the same school and class in elementary school.

In particular, Kim Gun-ho at that time was a good kid who hated fighting and felt happy to get along with his friends.

"Do you remember what happened then? October 17th, lunchtime."

"……?"

God looks like he doesn't remember this part well.

Who remembers elementary school memories on a date basis?

"That was the day the sausage you and I both liked came out for dinner. But, you know, everyone gives you a little of their favorite dish back then and now, right?"

"... What do you want to say?"

When I asked him to speak of vengeance, God judged me to make time for Kim Gun-ho, who was referring to his childhood memories, lived again.

However, Gim Gun-ho continued to explain what was happening at that time.

"But you said to me, you're short on side dishes. Give me the sausage. Of course, I also liked sausages, so when I said no, we had our first fight."

"……."

"And you know what you said back then?"

Whether I remembered that moment little by little, the god who rolled his eyes and rotated his brain as if it were fate, then I remembered the next line.

"You're a relative. So you're gonna have to give it to me."

"You're a relative. So you're gonna have to give it to me."

Ambassadors from two men's mouths, driven.

The two of them later found out, but the two families had a deep history.

Kim Gun-ho's grandfather, who was a close relative, and Nam-gu's grandfather, who was an independent activist, opposed him after the end of the Jell-O period, and the relationship between the two families was descending until the end of his son's lifespan.

The father of the Southern God called Kim Gun-ho a descendant of the Kin Clan, and he took the sausage from Kim Gun-ho without any thought because he understood what the Kin Clan said, but it was a bad word.

"I was afraid of rumors. After graduating from elementary school, I became a middle school student, and the relative's tail kept sticking together. Especially those who want to legally torture someone who want to kill themselves because I'm the descendant of a kin. But do you know how to solve that problem?"

Then Gim Gun-ho, who laughed low and laughed, stretched slightly like he was leaning on a chair to see if he had lost strength due to continuous overtime.

"My father, who found out about it, handled it with the power of money. The parents of those who tortured me used their social position to suppress me, and they hired me to deal with those who bullied me with the power of money. Those who bullied me became targets for the day, and the parents of those who bullied me knelt down and begged me to forgive their children. That's when I learned the power of money."

Kim Gun-ho's eyes, which were briefly dazed with fatigue, began to gleam once again.

"But then I went up to high school and I met you again! I didn't care if I was a relative or an independent activist or anything like that! I just wanted to get to know people, inherit my father's company, and at least be the ideal president that makes people in my life happy! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have to suffer for this damn friendship! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be so corrupt!!"

"……!!"

God's expression was distorted when he did not expect such an evil story to occur due to an immature word from childhood.

God, who thought that being the descendant of an independent activist for no reason was such a harassment because he didn't like it, was pushed by his posture even though Kim Gun-ho could not have imagined that there would be such content with his little finger.

As the atmosphere changed, a man appeared to change the atmosphere.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

"Woohoo!"

while roughly shoving a middle-aged man tied up with a rope and tape over his mouth into the boss's office.

"Hey, there was a situation like that! What was I supposed to do?"

"Father!?"

"Sir!"

Kim Gun-ho fell violently and approached his suffering father, and Shin welcomed him with a voice like wanting something in the image of him who had been distant for a while to catch him.

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Another of the reasons why the God of the Southern Palace had to become a hero in the first place.

Once you get something, you have to avenge it, but you have to be an even more ideal hero at the same time as your self reflection with a mix of three other values, not just the Southern Imperial God.

But there's no such thing as a clairvoyant intervention with a motto that your scream is my joy.

Grace, a Grade 10 visionary, has not yet captured this situation because the god of the South Palace has not clearly turned to one side. If there is a special occasion in the present situation, you are qualified to be a good hero.

Assuming there's no hard feelings.

PS: I originally planned this episode to be a total of three (river wave processing, business attack stories), but I also compressed it on the one hand because I wanted to speed up the story of men.

If you feel the flow of the story is a bit distracting and fast, it's normal to compress three pieces into one.