I'll Be a Villain in This Life - Chapter 375
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#375
[Director Lasehum – Returning.]
[Is everyone safe?]
[Director Lasehum – Uh.]
Sitting on the sofa in my office, I breathed a small sigh of relief when I saw the text message from my manager.
There is nothing to worry about as the member who went to China is a member, but it is true that he went to do something dangerous anyway.
Also, I heard that they broke into a hotel with the security team, but somehow they escaped safely.
“Tsk.”
What I asked the security team to do was just beat up a few dozen Triad members.
However, the security guards used our employees for something more risky than expected.
‘Still, at this level, at least the justification has been achieved.’
Min Ji-hoon said that he would hit the triad with his own words.
But that didn’t mean I could really just sit back and relax.
Not only did he have a personal debt to the triads, but it was also because of a verbal alliance with Min Ji-hoon.
The goal is to destroy the group called ‘Circle’.
He and I had the same goal, and we signed a temporary non-aggression pact.
In that situation, Min Ji-hoon almost destroyed Glaza by himself.
‘So I have to show some action too.’
If the Triads stay like this and let him deal with them alone, the weight of this temporary alliance will tilt to one side.
Although we are confident that Min Ji-hoon will not attack us even at the cost of losses, there is no guarantee that he will not retaliate.
Part of that was asking the manager to help me with one task.
Slurp.
“after… .”
I was trying to relieve my fatigue with freshly brewed coffee, but my cell phone, which I had left on the table, started shaking.
Ugh-.
“It’s coming.”
When I saw the caller, I muttered quietly and stretched out my hand.
widely.
“hello?”
-You did something fun for me?
“yes. “I prepared it because I thought he would retire in his later years.”
As I answered shamelessly, Jo Byeong-cheol burst into laughter.
The sound of laughter that seemed genuinely happy somehow made me feel uncomfortable.
“It was Director Cho who said he would help in any way he could.”
-So you used my name?
“You take it and use it. “You were the real culprit in the first place, right?”
A series of scandals among high-ranking officials recently broke out.
This happened right after Jo Byeong-cheol said he would organize the number of people in the ‘meeting’.
Even if he denied it, his intentions were very clear.
There are only a few people other than this person who have that level of information and the ability to recruit judges and prosecutors.
-haha. You’re the culprit. I’m just reporting the truth for the sake of justice.
What a shameless answer.
Since I had no intention of listening to any more nonsense, I asked straight to the point.
“So, why are you calling?”
-Nothing else, you. Do you know what the situation is with the Triads recently?
“… “You mean the Triads?”
I asked back in a calm voice.
“Why are you asking that?”
-Because the movements are unusual. The leader there died a while ago, right? I heard everyone gathered in the capital to decide on the next boss.
It was a fact I already knew.
-I guess that’s why I heard that Beijing’s security is very bad.
Just when I was about to ask, “What does that have to do with me?”, Jo Byeong-cheol struck me in an unexpected way.
-Are you planning on messing with the triads?
My eyebrows twitched at those words.
It was never mentioned directly, so how did you notice that?
My doubts were immediately resolved.
-An incident in which the Gwangmok faction was attacked in Jongno. You were there too.
There was an incident where people from the Triad attacked members of the Seoul Gwangmok faction.
Go Gwang-mok, who was the boss at the time, had one of his wrists blown off, and several of his subordinates were also killed or seriously injured.
It was also one of the reasons why the number of organized crime gangs in Korea has rapidly decreased.
-Another wind garden fairy. I heard that Korean-Chinese killers once invaded Pungwon Hanjeongsik.
“Did you think I would mess with the Triad because of that?”
-There are other reasons, too.
“what… “I won’t say no.”
There was no point in denying it here.
If you just look through the departure records, you will immediately see the record of your group going to China, and there is no need to hide it.
-okay. Actually, I don’t like the Triads either. They only play in China, but they keep creeping into our country.
“What do you want to say?”
-I know a Triad executive, and I’m thinking of pushing him to be the next boss. At least he seems to be a person with whom I can communicate well.
They say Jo Byeong-cheol knows a Triad executive.
Did you find out about it through your teacher?
“Who are you? that is.”
In response to my question, a person’s name came out of Jo Byeong-cheol’s mouth.
-Jang Xuan, do you know?
* * *
Hong Ki-dong, a field agent of the National Intelligence Service, arrived in Beijing.
Although it was a sudden trip to China due to orders from superiors, he was a professional.
Hong Ki-dong walked naturally like a tourist and reflected on the information he knew.
‘The Triad is currently engaged in a political fight to elect the next boss.’
And he was sent to dig up information about it.
Jeez.
Passing the tourists and locals with backpacks looking around, Hong Ki-dong moved toward the outskirts rather than the center.
Since I had been to Beijing several times before to catch spies, the general geography remained in my memory.
So Hong Ki-dong continued to move outward.
Although Beijing is the capital, a land mass 27 times the size of Seoul cannot be entirely urbanized.
After walking towards the outskirts of the city for a while, he arrived at an area that was a little more underdeveloped than the center.
Originally, it was easier to obtain information in a place with a moderate amount of people rather than a place with a lot of people.
“hey.”
Hong Ki-dong approached a street vendor and spoke to him in poor Chinese.
“hmm?”
“How much is this?”
“50 yuan.”
The price was quite high for just one chicken skewer, but he nodded and handed over the money.
The stall owner smiled and asked.
“Are you on a trip?”
“ah… . yes. travel.”
“korean?”
“yes. I’m a Korean.”
The stall owner looked the customers up and down.
A baggy shirt and a backpack. And poor Chinese.
They were perfect fish to eat.
“Do you have any accommodation? lodging.”
“lodging? ah. doesn’t exist.”
“I’ll tell you, accommodation. “Cheap place.”
Even if I explained it appropriately, the customer understood it right away.
It did matter that I could speak a little Chinese, but it wouldn’t mean much anyway.
Smirk.
The smiling stall owner motioned to him.
“Follow me.”
.
.
.
Hong Ki-dong followed the stall owner to somewhere.
The place he guided me to was an inn.
It wasn’t shabby or anything like that, but it wasn’t a very good facility either.
“Here, it’s cheap. good night. okay?”
“okay. thank you.”
Hong Ki-dong bowed his head and tried to send his owner away.
“No. wait.”
The stall owner strode into the inn and called out to the bald man who was looking at the counter.
“hey! “Accept guests!”
“hmm?”
The man who was rustling and doing something looked up.
“A guest?”
“okay. “You are the ‘customer’ I brought in, so please take good care of it.”
“Oh, of course.”
The owner who spoke with him spoke to Hong Ki-dong.
“I told you, so you won’t be upset.”
Hong Ki-dong nodded, pretending to understand.
Of course, I had heard very clearly what kind of conversation they had.
“Have a nice trip!”
The stall owner leaves waving his hand.
As he was looking at his back, a bald man approached Hong Ki-dong.
“Follow me.”
“president.”
“hmm?”
“Does this inn not even ask guests how many days they want to stay?”
The man seemed a little taken aback by the question.
“No, I came here after being introduced, so of course I thought I was going to stay there…” … Ugh. “Are you fluent in Chinese?”
“then. Not fluent. “I lived in Hong Kong for three years.”
“what… ?”
chin.
The man narrowed his brows as he watched the guest closing the inn’s door.
Then.
Shoot!
“evil!”
As Hong Ki-dong’s arm moved like lightning, the man grabbed his nose with both hands.
“W-What…?” !”
The man stumbled in pain, tears in his eyes.
Next, a heavy fist landed in his solar plexus.
Wow!
“Ouch!”
thud.
The man on his knees let out a silent scream.
His nose was broken and bleeding, and he was hit in the solar plexus and had difficulty breathing.
The smooth head of the half-panicked man was grabbed.
“If you want to do business… .”
Hong Ki-dong tilted the man’s head to the side.
Then, a lotus flower-shaped tattoo was revealed on the back of his head.
“At least we shouldn’t show signs of being a triad. is not it?”
The man tried to nod his head in response to his question, but was unable to do so because his head was being held.
Instead, he hurriedly opened his mouth and answered.
“yes. yes! That’s right… !”
“How many people have you betrayed so far?”
“yes?”
A fist flew into the man’s nose once again.
puck!
“Ouch!! I don’t know! I didn’t count the exact number… !”
“What would you have done if I had stayed here?”
The man who was shedding tears spoke hesitantly.
“Go, empty your bag… I was planning on kicking you out if you protested… … .”
Tuk.
Hong Ki-dong let go of the man’s head and headed toward the counter where he was.
The man who had been sighing in pain and relief was shocked.
“… !”
Hong Ki-dong, who was searching under the counter, took out the square food knife he was sharpening.
“What is this?”
“that… Crab, my hobby is cooking… .”
Boom-! Empty!
The man who was about to say something trembled.
This was because the Chinese sword flew through the air in an instant and landed on the floor between his legs.
“… .”
“Blood and oil do not come off the knife even if it is washed properly.”
“Used for slaughter… .”
“Then explain. “How the slaughter process is carried out.”
gulp.
The man swallowed his saliva and opened his mouth trembling.
“Uh, let me faint first…” Cut open the stomach and take out the intestines… .”
“Wrong.”
Hong Ki-dong said while looking at the man who rolled his eyes.
“You have to get the blood out first.”
“Holy shit!”
Suddenly!
The man pulled out the Chinese sword stuck on the floor and rushed at Hong Ki-dong.
“A dog like a dog!”
Huh!
A blade that cuts through the air.
Hong Ki-dong saw him and his eyes cooled down.
Whick!
Hong Ki-dong turned his body to avoid the knife being struck, and then struck the man’s neck between his thumb and index finger.
puck!
“Gyeong!”
The man put down the knife and covered his neck with both hands.
Tup.
Hong Ki-dong caught the falling knife and swung it towards the leg.
Wow!
A man who had been hit on the side of the knee with the back of a knife screamed desperately.
“Kwaaaak-!”
Hong Ki-dong grabbed his shiny head and threw it on the counter.
bang! Craddangtang!
“Kruk.”
The man, lying unconscious, trembled once in a while.
.
.
.
“ugh… .”
The man groaned and opened his eyes with difficulty.
My head hurt like it was going to explode, and throbbing pain came from my nose, neck, and knees.
I came into focus and my vision returned.
The place he was in was his familiar inn room.
“what… .”
Rattling.
I tried to get up, but my limbs didn’t listen.
He soon realized that he was tied to a chair with rope.
The identity of the rope was something he used to wrap ‘customers’.
“What, what! radish… !”
chin.
Something cool touched the back of the man’s head as he twisted his body.
He instinctively realized that it was a blade and immediately closed his mouth.
“… .”
“Owner.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Just answer what is asked.”
“yes.”
“Did you sell the customer?”
A question that pierces your thoughts.
The man tried to get away, but his instinct told him not to.
“… yes.”
“Did you kill him yourself?”
“Sometimes, when I rebel too much… “It was like that.”
“If you don’t kill it, who will come and take it?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
The man’s dry questions continued.
“When will he come?”
“Today is.”
“What time and where?”
“At 10 o’clock… “A truck is coming to the warehouse behind the inn.”
“okay. I get it.”
A terrifying blade fell from the back of my head.
The man let out a rough breath.
“Huh, huh… .”
Hong Ki-dong, who was quietly looking down at him from behind, picked up his Chinese sword and hit him on the head.
Wow!
“Kkeok.”
The man convulsed and then lowered his head.
Hong Ki-dong took off the gloves he was wearing and left the inn room, repeating the information he had heard from the man.
’10 o’clock. ‘The warehouse behind the inn.’