Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant-Chapter 201

"From Inagawa?"

– Yes, it’s confirmed. The Japanese have chosen to attack our establishment, though they haven’t revealed their affiliation, but based on the circumstances, it can only be Inagawa.

"Understood. I’ll handle it. Where are they now?"

– They’re at our establishment in Myeongdong. I’ll send you the address.

"Yes, please send it by text. But, didn’t I tell you last time that if something like this happens, to mention my name? Did you not do that?"

If they had mentioned Su-ho’s name, the attacks on the Union would stop.

Ion gave an unexpected response.

– No, I didn’t mention your name. You’re someone working for the country, so there’s no reason to use your name unnecessarily. Instead, just say you’re from the Union. We’ll handle the Inagawa matter under the Union's name.

Ion, despite his youth, was quite thoughtful.

Su-ho smiled at his consideration.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I’ll take care of this as quickly as possible."

– Yes, please. Thank you.

The address text came through, and Su-ho turned to Jeong Cheol-min.

"Team Leader, I have something to handle, so let’s call it a day here."

"Really?"

"Yes, if you don’t feel like heading back to the office, you can just clock out."

"Sounds good. Hmm, I think I’ll hit the sauna and relax for a bit."

Su-ho, leaving behind Jeong Cheol-min’s cheerful reaction, got into the car and started the engine. He drove straight to the address.

The traffic wasn’t bad, and it didn’t take long to reach Myeongdong.

However, the car couldn’t enter the area where the Union’s store was located, so he parked nearby and walked to the establishment.

Indeed.

The Union’s shop, deep in Myeongdong, looked like it had been attacked, with broken windows on the facade.

Su-ho used Reverse Morphology ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) to alter his appearance and opened the door.

Inside was a small bar.

More precisely, it was an information broker’s establishment disguised as a bar.

The tables were overturned, and several men with neatly dressed bodies, but a rough appearance, were sitting randomly around.

In the back, the store owner appeared to be sitting next to a man with a big head, trembling in fear.

As Su-ho entered, the man with the big head slowly stood up and approached Su-ho.

"Affiliation?"

Korean.

What’s this, a Korean descendant?

His tone and accent were quite convincing.

Su-ho spoke.

"Union."

"Did you come from the headquarters?"

"So what if I did?"

"Are you of a certain rank?"

"Just say what you want to say."

"Heh."

The man, who had been questioning him, laughed.

Su-ho’s attitude caused him to laugh without meaning to.

That made sense. He was Hoshino Kinya, the 4th-ranked second-in-command of the Inagawa Guild.

In Roppongi, just mentioning Kinya’s name would freeze anyone in their tracks. Yet, a mere Korean dared to speak to him this way?

It seemed he needed some "education."

Kinya returned to his seat, put an arm around the store owner as a hostage, and spoke in Japanese.

"It seems this Chosun person doesn’t understand what manners are."

At that, the men lounging around stood up and spoke.

"We’ll take care of the education right now."

With that, they drew their weapons.

Unlike the previous encounter with Su-ho, they weren’t using samurai swords.

Su-ho narrowed his eyes and muttered in Japanese.

"Tsk tsk, you’re really out of luck."

"Shut up!"

There were five attackers.

They rushed toward Su-ho in synchronized moves, as they had always practiced.

However, Su-ho didn’t move.

It seemed he needed to teach these arrogant Yakuza a real lesson about the difference in their abilities.

Clang!!

Their weapons hit Su-ho’s body.

No, to be precise, they only touched him.

None of their weapons succeeded in cutting through his skin.

"...!"

"...!"

"...!"

The five Yakuza members—ten eyes in total—grew wide with shock.

It was only natural.

They had attacked with all their strength, but none of their weapons even left a scratch on Su-ho. Anyone would be surprised by this.

The reason was simple.

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

Su-ho’s body had already reached the level of a superhuman.

For example.

[ Iron Cannon Three is now activated. ]

The Iron Cannon Three, which he had recently learned, automatically activated, and his basic physique was enhanced by Dragon Skin, Dragon Bone, and Dragon Essence.

‘Not to mention, they’re all underleveled, with their stats probably weak as well.’

How could their weapons possibly pierce his skin?

As their weapons broke like toys, Su-ho finally drew his own weapon—Blood Weapon.

It took the form of a blood mace.

Su-ho calmly warned them.

"It’s going to hurt."

Crack!

Su-ho swung the blood mace as if drawing a sword.

Unable to resist his power, the Yakuza were flung far away. Su-ho then grabbed the wrist of the nearest one and lifted it as if he were holding a limp fish.

The man tried to resist, but before he could wiggle, Su-ho struck his ribs with a blow.

Crack!

"Ughhh!"

A chilling sound echoed as the man screamed in pain.

The noise was unbearable.

Su-ho lightly tossed the man up before changing his grip from the wrist to the mouth.

He muffled the man’s screams by pressing his mouth shut, then began striking him as if washing clothes.

It started with his ankle.

Crack!

The sound of his ankle breaking echoed, and the ankle twisted unnaturally.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Every time the mace swung, two or three of the Yakuza’s bones broke.

The nameless Yakuza screamed like a madman.

Eventually, he begged for Su-ho to stop.

But his cries, muffled by Su-ho’s grip, only expressed his desperation—they couldn’t convey any meaning.

So Su-ho didn’t stop.

He had no intention of killing.

Death was the cheapest punishment.

But Su-ho knew the best way to maximize his efficiency.

That was to use one punishment to set an example—by crushing one person, the others would be instilled with fear.

If the example was strong enough, there was no better way to intimidate.

After leaving the nearly unconscious Yakuza on the ground, Su-ho gave him a slight healing touch so he wouldn’t die.

Then he looked at the others.

They still held their weapons.

But their eyes were shaking like an earthquake.

Seeing their fear, Su-ho grinned.

"Guess you’re really Japanese. Your eyes are trembling like an earthquake. Is this a tsunami?"

"Stop... Don’t be ridiculous!"

A brave yet utterly foolish Yakuza charged at Su-ho once again, unable to resist the provocation.

Ah, this is getting out of hand.

If they’re going to keep rushing in like this, there was no need to make the first guy a lesson.

So this time, Su-ho simply struck him on the head.

Of course, he controlled his strength to avoid killing him.

After all, as an awakened individual, a single blow to the head shouldn’t be enough to kill.

The Yakuza collapsed instantly.

But, since the first guy suffered so much pain, it wouldn’t be right for this one to fall so easily.

That would throw off the balance.

Su-ho punctured the unconscious Yakuza’s pressure points, activating the excruciating Akhyeol.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The worst pain shot through him, jolting his mind awake and making him writhe in agony, twisting his body.

At the sight, the other Yakuza's eyes trembled even more than before.

Su-ho smiled and asked.

"Next?"

"..."

"..."

The Yakuza remained silent.

Of course.

They were scared.

Two out of the five had already been reduced to this state, so even if they hadn’t gone to school, they should know what that meant.

Finally, the situation was under control.

Su-ho turned his gaze to Kinya.

Kinya, still holding the store owner in a chokehold, had a hardened expression.

It was only natural.

No matter how skilled Kinya was in Roppongi, it would be impossible to gauge his chances when five men rushed him together.

But the "Chosun-jin" in front of him didn’t care about the numbers. He easily subdued his subordinates as if they were children.

Su-ho slowly walked towards Kinya, then pulled a nearby chair to sit in front of him.

"You speak Korean well, so let’s stick to Korean. When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"...Fine."

"Now, we can finally have a real conversation. What’s your deal? Why are you causing trouble in someone else's business?"

Both Su-ho and Ion instinctively knew that these were members of Inagawa, but they deliberately pretended not to know and asked.

Kinya glared at Su-ho and said.

"Don’t play dumb. Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Not really. I really don’t know what you’re talking about."

"How ridiculous! You think we don’t know that your Union trapped and dismantled our raid? And during that process, one of ours from Inagawa was killed!"

"A raid? Inagawa?"

Su-ho tilted his head as though he genuinely didn’t understand.

Then, narrowing his eyes, he lowered his voice.

"Do you have proof?"

"What?"

"Proof. Do you have evidence that our Union killed someone from Inagawa and sabotaged the raid? Please tell me you didn’t cause this mess based on mere assumptions without any evidence."

"Tch! What use is proof? Anyone can tell this was clearly your doing! I’ve even heard that your Union has quickly absorbed the businesses of the dismantled raid. You’re going to keep pretending now?"

"Then, if you find money lying around, don’t you pick it up?"

"What?"

"Money lying around without an owner? Whoever picks it up first is the rightful owner, right? You’re not going to lecture me on morals, are you? Anyway, I’ve heard enough. So, what you’re saying is that you attacked our Union without proper proof."

After finishing his words, Su-ho quickly clapped his hands near Kinya's ears.

Crack!

Kinya’s eardrums burst, and he was so stunned by the shock that he couldn’t maintain his balance.

Su-ho grabbed him by the collar and tossed him to the floor.

Then, he pressed on Kinya's paralyzed pressure points to immobilize him and raised one hand.

"This is the fight you started. So, I’m going to treat you as your attitude deserves."

Su-ho began to strike Kinya’s body.

[ Bone-Crushing Art is now activated. ]

As the Bone-Crushing Art activated, Kinya's body started to move like clay, and his body underwent physical transformation.

Su-ho turned his rigid body into that of a hunchback.

Using Reverse Morphology, Su-ho even distorted his face into an unattractive form and stole his voice with Akhyeol.

Su-ho took a few pictures of Kinya, now completely transformed into another person, and then pushed the other subordinates aside.

"This is the response our Union sends to you. How dare you come to Korean soil and cause trouble? If your leaders don’t come and apologize for this incident, Inagawa will pay the price."

The Yakuza, glancing nervously at Su-ho, quickly picked up Kinya and the others and fled the store.

Su-ho then turned to the store owner.

"Are you alright?"

"Ah, yes... Thank you."

"I was sent here by the representative. The follow-up will be handled by them. Goodbye."

Su-ho bowed slightly before leaving the store.

He then called Ion.

– Yes, Hunter?

"I’ve just driven out the Inagawa members."

– Already?

"Their skills were pretty mediocre, honestly. So, I have a proposal for the representative."

– A proposal?

"Yes, now that the raid’s gone and all, isn’t Union the number one underground business in Korea?"

– That’s right.

"How about we go beyond Korea and take over Japan too?"

– ...What? Hiccup!

Ion, shocked by Su-ho’s suggestion, hiccupped from the surprise.