God of Blackfield

The two female agents behind Cha Min-Jeong stood up from their seats and glared at the three men in front of them.

“Fuck! I heard this place is swarming with shitty bitches, but I can’t believe you’re actually treating me, So Jin-Cheol, of all people like this as well.” So Jin-Cheol looked at Yoo Hye-Sook as he continued, “Well, I already expected this much. That’s why I brought all of my men with me. They’re right outside. Now then, Mrs. Chief Director! What are you going to do now? Give us exactly one hundred million won and we’ll leave quietly. Otherwise, we will just have to fight for it!”

“Didn’t I just tell you that we should talk outside?!” Cha Min-Jeong exclaimed with a frown.

Bang!

The door loudly burst open again.

The two agents behind Cha Min-Jeong quickly stood in front of Yoo Hye-Sook, blocking anyone from reaching her. Cha Min-Jeong looked at the men who were coming in with threatening glares.

“You said that you’re So Jin-Cheol, right?” Cha Min-Jeong asked.

So Jin-Cheol scowled. “That’s right, you bitch—”

Bam! Flop!

Cha Min-Jeong struck So Jin-Cheol’s left cheek so hard that he fell over to the right side of the sofa.

“You bitch!” the man behind So Jin-Cheol yelled,

Swoosh!

Bam! Bam! Crash! CRASH!

As he did, Cha Min-Jeong kicked the two on their chins, slamming them to the floor. Afterward, she jumped over to the sofa and tightly grabbed a handful of So Jin-Cheol’s hair.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

She struck him at the back of his neck with the edge of her right hand.

People could sense the atmosphere.

Having witnessed what Cha Min-Jeong was capable of, the men who shoved the door open were overwhelmed. The expressions of the agents standing in front of Yoo Hye-Sook and blocking any incoming threats from ever reaching her only made them feel even worse.

Was Cha Min-Jeong acting like this because she couldn’t suppress her anger even though she was an agent? She wasn’t planning on acting like this when she first started beating them up. Rather, she interfered simply because Yoo Hye-Sook could get injured if she gave these lawless men the confidence to randomly or recklessly swing their knives and bats around. Not to mention she would have to draw her gun if she let them carelessly attack them with the weapons in their hands.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.

Cha Min-Jeong showed them no mercy as she beat them up.

She knew that Kang Chan was backed into a corner right now. The agents and the soldiers in Jeungpyeong were all well aware of just how much determination Kang Chan put into his decision. Witnessing someone threaten and insult the mother of the very man who kept protecting South Korea’s future made it hard for her to control her anger, causing her to explode into a fit of range all at once.

Thud!

When Cha Min-Jeong loosened her grip, So Jin-Cheol slammed down onto the sofa.

“Yoon Yeong-Hee! Contact the police and put all of these fuckers in jail for the threats they made,” Cha Min-Jeong ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Only when Yoon Yeong-Hee—who was standing in front of Yoo Hye-Sook—held up her hand and pressed a button could everyone move again.

Worried about Yoo Hye-Sook being startled, Cha Min-Jeong turned her head and looked at her. Much to her confusion, however, both Yoo Hye-Sook and Yoon Yeong-Hee were giving her a very shocked look.

Oh fuck!

A shiver went down Cha Min-Jeong’s spine, having let her guard down just because she flew into a rage. The men she kicked were so insignificant that she unknowingly went easy on them. She only remembered now that they were carrying filet knives!

Feeling someone approach her from behind, Cha Min-Jeong quickly threw the person to the sofa.

Bang! Bang!

She then walked over the coffee table and stood in front of Yoo Hye-Sook’s desk.

“What are you doing?” the person she threw asked.

Cha Min-Jeong couldn’t answer.

She didn’t know when Kang Chan entered the room, but he was right in front of her right now, looking at So Jin-Cheol—whom she had beaten unconscious—and the pile of other thugs with a mysterious expression.

“Chan!” Yoo Hye-Sook hastily stood up.

Kang Chan walked over to her. “You okay?”

“Yes! This is nothing. You shouldn’t worry about it.”

“Alright. Are you sure you’re fine, though?”

“Of course!” Yoo Hye-Sook answered. Contrary to her reassurance, she looked pale with fright.

Kang Chan nodded, then quickly turned to Cha Min-Jeong and the other agents in the room with him.

“We have contacted the police. Since the year is almost over, quite a lot of people like these men have been trying to force us to donate to their cause,” Cha Min-Jeong explained.

“Is that so? Are you hurt anywhere?” Kang Chan asked.

“No, sir.”

“That’s a relief. Thank you for protecting my mother. Make sure situations like this don’t end with any of you getting injured. Otherwise, my mother and I would feel bad.”

Cha Min-Jeong just answered with an awkward smile.

Not long after, the police rushed in. Yoon Yeong-Hee stepped up and assisted them, handing over So Jin-Cheol and the men who barged into the room with him. After a few moments, peace finally filled the office again.

Yoo Hye-Sook felt frustrated, but she couldn’t even bring herself to tap her chest. She was far too concerned that doing so would make Kang Chan worry about things like this.

“Mother, you’re having trouble digesting your food again, aren’t you?” Kang Chan asked.

“Huh?”

Kang Chan sat across from the sofa. He then reached out, held Yoo Hye-Sook’s cold hand, and pressed the area between her thumb and index finger[1].

“Ow! That hurts!” Yoo Hye-Sook winced in pain.

Kang Chan smiled. He didn’t let go of her hand, though.

“Ow! Ow!”

Cha Min-Jeong and Yoon Yeong-Hee turned their heads to the side to hide the smiles on their faces.

“Alright, alright. I’m okay now,” Yoo Hye-Sook said.

Kang Chan made sure that she actually was back to normal before letting go of her hand.

“What brings you here?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked.

“I was in the area, so I thought I should go see you. If I remember correctly, you have a gathering tonight, right?”

“I do.”

“I was told that you might become the secretary as well.”

“Your dad also mentioned that to you?”

“He told me all about it while we were taking a look around the new building.”

While they were talking, an agent brought them coffee.

“What should we do? I don’t want you to eat dinner by yourself,” Yoo Hye-Sook said.

“What do you mean? I’m also going to go to the gathering, you know. Didn’t you say that it’s going to be held at the hotel?” kang Chan asked.

“It is, but do you really have time to go?”

Yoo Hye-Sook felt as if she just received a large gift. When Kang Chan smiled at her, she smiled back. She looked genuinely happy.

***

Kim Tae-Jin looked as if he got slapped. “So you’re saying that you want Yoo Bi-Corp to be in charge of that now?”

“Oh Gwang-Taek will be released on bail tomorrow, so we’re planning on appointing him as the field manager. We need employees with military experience, though, which is why we’re asking for your help,” Kim Hyung-Jung responded.

Kim Tae-Jin still looked as if he didn’t understand a word he just said.

“Didn’t you already expect to some extent that the Russian mafia was going to get involved? Even if we don’t face an all-out war, we will most likely frequently find ourselves in small gunfights or close-quarters combat situations,” Kim Hyung-Jung added. His expression gradually darkened as he detailed their predicament. “There’s a limit to how much the National Intelligence Service can support this. Moreover, too many people are wary of Mr. Kang Chan right now to just jump into starting anything reckless. That’s why I’m asking for your help. You get to choose who to send to this mission, but I do hope you prioritize deploying the soldiers who were discharged from the DMZ.”

“That won’t be easy to do.”

“I see. Well, even if it means a few of the soldiers in our special forces would have to write and submit letters of resignation, we are still planning on pushing through with this and seeing it to the end. We also plan to have a few people under the section chief submit resignation letters as well.”

Kim Tae-Jin knew that Kim Hyung-Jung was leaving something out that was important.

“Will some of the soldiers in Jeungpyeong get discharged as well?” Kim Tae-Jin asked.

“This is a huge opportunity for us, considering one end of the Eurasian Rail will be connected to the borders of Mongolia, Russia, and China. South Korea has a chance to secure the minerals in that area right now. We refuse to throw this opportunity away just because people are being wary of Mr. Kang Chan.”

“Phew!” Kim Tae-Jin sighed as he looked at the map that Kim Hyung-Jung spread out. “Sang-hyun and I will go. This is not negotiable. If we want to have a fighting chance against the Russian mafia, then we are going to need to send a lot more employees with professional capabilities as well. We will have to train Oh Gwang-Taek’s men too…”

Kim Tae-Jin raised his head. “Gangsters have more guts than ordinary people, but they’ll probably have trouble fighting the Russian mafia since they don’t have experience with firearms and haven’t learned proper close-quarters combat techniques.”

Kim Hyung-Jung just nodded, his expression still grim.

“As expected, it’ll be quicker and easier to just deploy those who can go among our sunbaes or hoobaes.”

“That’s our most realistic option,” Kim Hyung-Jung answered.

Kim Tae-Jin stared out the window with a look of disappointment. “If only he was here…”

“You’re talking about the DMZ King, aren’t you?”

Kim Tae-Jin solemnly nodded.

1. It’s said that this is an acupressure point to help with indigestion. ☜