Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 110

The condition of the room was better than expected.

Although it was just a four-star hotel, significant money had been poured into its construction, and the Royal Suite had been meticulously designed by Son Baek-geum to serve as both his office and residence.

However...

"It’s not as good as my place," Su-ho muttered.

“......”

He was being honest.

This so-called four-star Royal Suite couldn’t compare to his safe house in the Cheongdam Safe Zone.

Sitting comfortably in the chair meant for business discussions, Su-ho gestured. “Have a seat.”

Son Baek-geum hesitated but eventually pulled up a chair and sat down nearby.

As the gangster settled into his seat, Su-ho spoke again.

“I hear you’ve been keeping a low profile lately.”

“...When have I ever been noisy?”

“You don’t have to shout to make noise. Back when you were peddling drugs with Kim Goong-won, you stirred up plenty of commotion. Now that Kim Goong-won’s been caught, you’ve been laying low for a while, haven’t you?”

“...So, why are you here?”

“Why did you refuse the money Vice President Park Gyu-min offered you?”

At the mention of Park Gyu-min, Son Baek-geum’s face stiffened as he finally understood the situation.

“Should I be honest with you?”

“Were you planning to lie to me?”

“No, that’s not it... Fine, I’ll tell you. The reason I refused the money is simple—it doesn’t mean anything anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Park Gyu-min is my only remaining connection. After all the things I’ve done for him, it’s obvious he’s trying to cut ties and throw me under the bus. If I’m going to go down, I might as well drag someone else with me. That’s why I didn’t take the money.”

The scariest people are those with nothing to lose.

That’s why people at rock bottom can be so terrifying.

Su-ho nodded slightly.

“Fair enough. A cornered rat will bite the cat. But then... what does that make me?”

“...What?”

“If Park Gyu-min is the cat and you’re the rat, what am I?”

Son Baek-geum blinked in confusion. “Aren’t you here on Park Gyu-min’s orders?”

“Nope.”

“...Then why are you here?”

“I’m here for personal reasons.”

“...What?”

The situation was becoming increasingly absurd.

Su-ho leaned forward slightly and asked, “Do you want to live?”

“...Excuse me?”

“I’m asking if you want to live.”

It wasn’t a mere question. It was a veiled threat, and Son Baek-geum’s eyes darted nervously as he tried to figure out Su-ho’s intentions.

Does he mean to kill me right here and now?

With Su-ho—the Blade God—sitting before him, asking such a question, that was the only plausible conclusion.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Son Baek-geum abruptly stood up. “Excuse me for a moment.”

He hurriedly disappeared into the adjacent room, only to return moments later carrying a luxurious duffle bag—the kind reserved for high-end brands.

Placing the bag on the table, he took a step back and bowed slightly with his hands clasped in front of him.

Su-ho opened the bag to find it filled with cash. He glanced between the bag and the groveling Son Baek-geum before bursting into incredulous laughter.

“Hah. Are you serious right now?”

“...Excuse me?”

“Did I ask you to bring me money?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“What do you think I am, huh? You’re impossible to talk to. Fine, let’s fix that.”

Su-ho stood up and began approaching Son Baek-geum, who stumbled backward in fear and collapsed into a chair.

Looking down at the trembling man, Su-ho said, “Do you know what mistake people who overthink things often make? They overcomplicate simple problems. From now on, think simply. The pain you’re about to experience will be the price for failing to do so.”

“W-wait! What are you—?! Hold on!”

“Too late.”

Su-ho activated a skill.

[ Point Strike activated. ]

The moment the skill was triggered, pressure points all over Son Baek-geum’s body lit up. Su-ho pressed his fingers—index and middle—firmly into one of the most excruciating points.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the suite.

The lackeys waiting outside the door burst into the room, only to collapse to the floor foaming at the mouth as Su-ho activated another skill.

[ Intimidation activated. ]

“Kuhhh!”

The thugs fell unconscious as if struck by lightning, their whites showing and limbs twitching.

Su-ho’s Intimidation skill, normally at Grade A, was temporarily boosted to Grade S thanks to his Dragon Blood effect. It was a skill that even powerful monsters and hunters struggled to endure—so ordinary thugs didn’t stand a chance.

Su-ho turned his attention back to Son Baek-geum, who was writhing in agony.

The pressure point Su-ho had pressed was one of the worst spots, designed to inflict unbearable pain.