God of Blackfield

Chapter 96.1: Let’s do this until the End (1)

Seeing the look in Woo Hee-Seung’s eyes, who was quietly standing in the corner, made Kang Chan’s heart sink.

South Korea’s best agent, and a superior whom Woo Hee-Seung respected, was beating up an ordinary person.

Kang Chan had comfortably accepted that it would be better to let Choi Jong-Il beat Cho Il-Kwon up since Kang Chan could end up killing him otherwise. He thought Choi Jong-Il interfered because he shared the same sentiment, so Kang Chan took it lightly.

“Let’s stop.” Kang Chan ordered. Choi Jong-Il stopped beating up Cho Il-Kwon.

Kang Chan felt bitter.

It was fine until he suddenly thought of calling Choi Jong-Il to Sinsa-dong instead of Oh Gwang-Taek. However, Kang Chan shouldn’t have used South Korea’s best agent to beat up Cho Il-Kwon. He shouldn’t get their hands dirty for this kind of ugly fight.

“Do you guys want tea?” Kang Chan asked the two agents.

“I’ll make some.”

“No, I’ll do it.”

Kang Chan poured bottled water into the electric kettle on one side of the room, turned it on, and then poured instant coffee into a paper cup.

In truth, Choi Jong-Il and the two agents were government employees dispatched to help out during incidents and prepare for an attack from outside the country. They weren’t sent to be at Kang Chan’s beck and call and for his personal matters.

He had ordered the agents, people who lived with pride, to handle such a trifling matter.

When the water started to boil, Kang Chan poured some into the paper cup containing the coffee mix.

He was ashamed. It felt as if he had begun thoughtlessly using people just because he acquired power by working with the people responsible for the ‘Unicorn’ and France's Intelligence Bureau.

Kang Chan calmed down a little when he smelled the instant coffee.

“Cho Il-Kwon, go over there and stay seated,” Kang Chan ordered.

Kang Chan didn’t intend to cut Cho Il-Kwon some slack, however. Regardless of whether he killed him or let him live, he was ready to do it himself.

Groaning, Cho Il-Kwon sat on the sofa near the wall.

Kang Chan handed over coffee to Choi Jong-Il and Woo Hee-Seung. He then took out and offered them cigarettes.

“Open all the windows,” Kang Chan ordered.

As Woo Hee-Seung opened four windows, the heat outside suddenly rushed into the room and overpowered the air conditioner.

They lit up a cigarette and shared coffee with each other.

“I’m sorry.” As he should, Kang Chan apologized for his mistakes and wrongdoings. It was for the best.

Choi Jong-Il and Woo Hee-Seung looked at Kang Chan, seemingly asking what he meant.

“Even though this is my fight, I needlessly made you guys interfere. I got too angry because my family is involved in this,” Kang Chan continued.

He couldn’t just say things about what they had done as agents because Cho Il-Kwon, who was sitting on the sofa with his head hung, could hear them.

“Please let it pass just this once.”

“Please don’t mind it too much.” Their strange smiles showed they understood what Kang Chan meant.

Kang Chan felt a lot calmer after drinking coffee.

He had gone through the fight in Mongolia, Yoon Jong-Sup, the blood-splattered photos of Yoo Hye-Sook, and was now dealing with Cho Il-Kwon.

He certainly felt as if he suddenly came to his senses in the middle of a fight that he had been dragged into before he could even think about it.

“What’s your plan?” Choi Jong-Il asked.

Kang Chan stopped drinking the coffee and looked at Cho Il-Kwon. “I’ll ask a few questions. If he gives me nonsensical answers, I’ll throw him out the window.”

He really wasn’t above doing so.

Cho Il-Kwon had thought lightly of killing people because he mooched off of power that wasn’t even his. He secretly hoarded Yang Jin-Woo’s slush fund and ordered people to kill a civilian to keep it.

Cho Il-Kwon had money and the chief secretary position, but Kang Chan had even more money and the power to kill Cho Il-Kwon.

It didn’t matter whether Kang Chan ordered someone else to kill Cho Il-Kwon or if he killed Cho Il-Kwon himself.

“Let’s settle this quickly and go out to eat,” Kang Chan said.

“Understood.”

After drinking the rest of his coffee, Kang Chan sat across Cho Il-Kwon. “Yoon Jong-Sup has given me all the evidence. He recorded your entire conversation.”

Cho Il-Kwon looked at Kang Chan’s chest, then tightly gritted his teeth.

“Yoon Jong-Sup also said that a billion won is in the trunk of a car. I know you did everything because Yang Jin-Woo ordered you to. Give me the evidence of that and of you all bringing in those obnoxious people from Japan. Confess about Yang Jin-Woo’s sins that I’m not aware of. Oh, I also know everything about the slush fund, so don’t even think about saying something about it. I even know everything about the twenty billion won that you hid.”

Cho Il-Kwon’s face flushed, then he quickly looked away. This son of a bitch was thinking of trying to play tricks again.

That wasn’t surprising for this kind of fucker.

“You two should stay outside for a moment,” Kang Chan told the agents.

He wasn’t trying to scare Cho Il-Kwon. He didn’t tell the agents to get out because of his spite or anger.

Kang Chan was just saying that he was going to fight his own battles by himself.

Creak. Rattle.

Choi Jong-Il and Woo Hee-Seung left Cho Il-Kwon’s apartment.

“Cho Il-Kwon?” Kang Chan asked.

“Yes, sir?”

Son of a bitch, his answers are good.

“You know me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Cho Il-Kwon replied so quickly that Kang Chan didn’t even have the time to slap him.

“Let’s go through this step by step. What’s the real reason Yang Jin-Woo wants to kill me?”

Cho Il-Kwon briefly looked away because he didn’t want to answer but soon said, “He knows you’re related to matters concerning the rail’s connection.”

“Yeah, and I'm saying that people can earn more money if that rail gets connected, so why is he fucking complaining!”

Kang Chan became very irritated.

“He believes that if the laborers become financially stable, they’re going to have more conditions, more thoughts, and more reasonable demands from the rich and the political circle…”

As Cho Il-Kwon glanced over and checked Kang Chan’s reaction, Kang Chan became really curious about something.

“Hey—!” he yelled.

“Yes, sir!”

The son of a bitch answered so quickly Kang Chan got cut off.

“Doesn’t that just mean Korea will earn an outrageous amount of money if we get connected to the rail? The chaebols are the ones who will profit the most from this, so can’t they just listen to people’s reasonable demands and whatnot?” Kang Chan asked.

“If the rail brings us close to a hundred trillion won in revenue, then the regime won’t change for the next thirty to fifty years. According to research findings, if we continue with how things are done with this current regime, the chaebols will be disassembled and disappear.”

Kang Chan straightened his posture and breathed out slowly. “Is that why you’re showing your loyalty to Yang Jin-Woo with this bullshit? When Yang Jin-Woo orders you to kill normal people?”

“I was wrong.”

Kang Chan noticed Cho Il-Kwon’s eyes were moving quickly to think of a way to get out of this situation.

How could he say he was wrong when his eye movements showed otherwise?

He’s looking for an opportunity to escape while he’s in front of me?

“You and Yang Jin-Woo helped out the people brought in from Japan last time, didn’t you?” Kang Chan asked, then smirked.

Although this fucker was scared of Choi Jong-Il right now, he wasn’t too scared of Kang Chan.

Since Kang Chan was speaking nicely, Cho Il-Kwon became more and more relaxed. He was even blatantly looking for an opportunity to escape now.

“Um…”

“What?”

“Chairperson Huh Sang-Soo and assistant Kwak Do-Young were the ones in charge of bringing people in from Japan. The chairman and I only provided support by giving them the money that they said was needed.”

“Who’s Huh Sang-Soo?” Kang Chan asked.

“He’s a member of the National Assembly, and he’s from a noble family whose members have been part of the National Assembly for generations. In fact, its Chairman is his older brother Huh Ha-Soo.

Kang Chan smirked.

Yeah, keep bullshitting.

Kang Chan remembered the recording of Huh Sang-Soo talking about what would happen if people without a lineage got behind the wheel.

“A noble family? Can they still be called a noble family if they secretly brought in North Korean special forces to prevent South Korea from getting the opportunity to advance, even if it meant assassinating people? Why is that fucker Huh Sang-Soo or something so opposed to the rail anyway?”

“He’s opposed to it because of his past. His family used to export rice since they had received a title from the Japanese emperor. If this current government continues to stay in power and the citizens gain wealth, then previous settlement problems are bound to resurface.”

Kang Chan burst into a silly laugh. In the end, all he kept hearing were bullshit.

“Do you have evidence of money being sent over to Huh Sang-Soo?”

“I don’t.”

Kang Chan took out a cigarette while smirking.

Chk chk.

“Whoo, do you smoke?” Kang Chan asked.

“No.”

The wind blew in through the open window.

“Um, Mr. Kang Chan.”

When Kang Chan looked at Cho Il-Kwon, Cho Il-Kwon slightly raised his head. Their eyes met.

“I can give you five billion won for now.”

This son of a bitch is only offering five billion won when he has twenty billion won? I’m going to receive fifty billion won.

“That’s all I can give you right now. If I take out more money than that, it’s going to be indicated on the slush fund.”

“Whoo!”

When Kang Chan deeply exhaled cigarette smoke, Cho Il-Kwon’s eyes sparkled.

“Six months! No—if you wait just one year, I’ll give you an additional three billion won.”

Kang Chan couldn’t help but burst into laughter while holding the cigarette.

This son of a bitch keeps treating me as if I’m an idiot.

“You know what, I’ll give you an additional five billion won in a year. That’s the best offer I can give you.”

“Even if you give me the money, what’s stopping you from going behind my back and trying to kill me again?” Kang Chan asked.

“Pardon? About that, I’ll interfere and make sure that—”

“Hey!”

“Yes, sir?”

“Can you even do anything with Yang Jin-Woo ordering you around? Won’t you just hire someone and badmouth a person’s background to them again? Why would you pay me a year later when you can just end things cleanly by hiring a foreign hitman to kill me for a billion won?”

“If you feel that way, then I’ll give you six billion won—no, I’ll give you seven billion won right now.”

How painful would what he had just heard be if he was extremely poor like in his past life or if Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook were in a difficult situation and he didn’t even have a cent in his bank account?

Cho Il-Kwon basically showed he broke poor people’s hearts this way, In the end, he’d laugh, mock, and look down on his unfortunate victims even though he himself didn’t have a good lineage either and was just sponging off Yang Jin-Woo while working under him.