Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 124

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Lee Dal-won collapsed unconscious on the spot.

He wasn’t dead.

How could he be? Su-ho had deliberately controlled his strength.

The reaction from those around him, however, was even more absurd.

“...”

The silence in the room was absolute.

But it wasn’t because they were afraid of Su-ho.

Each person glanced at Lee Dal-won briefly, then immediately returned their attention to their cards.

That was just the kind of place this was—a gambling den.

Still, there was one person who showed some interest.

Just one.

The tattooed man who had earlier pocketed Su-ho’s tip.

“Hey!” he barked.

The tattooed man strode toward Su-ho, his brow furrowed. He glanced at the unconscious Lee Dal-won and then turned to Su-ho.

“If you’re going to cause a scene, do it outside. Don’t disrupt the mood in here.”

That was all he said.

Thanks to that, Su-ho was able to hoist Lee Dal-won up and quietly leave the gambling den, heading for the rooftop of the building.

The rooftop was empty.

Su-ho unceremoniously tossed Dal-won onto the ground.

“...”

No reaction.

Had he hit him too hard earlier?

Su-ho used Recovery to revive the man.

“Ugh...”

Lee Dal-won groaned as he regained consciousness. The moment he fully awoke and saw Su-ho, his face twisted in fear.

“Wh-why are you doing this to me?!”

Instead of answering, Su-ho pressed a pressure point on Dal-won’s neck.

He then jabbed several points on the man’s lower body, locking his energy flow and immobilizing him. Only then did Su-ho speak.

“Guys like you usually seem to have all the luck with people. You’re not even good-looking, so how did you manage to fool someone like Yoon Hyun-hee?”

“Ugh...!”

“See this?”

Su-ho pulled out the debt certificate he had taken from On-gang Cash and waved it in front of Dal-won.

“I’ll keep this short. Divorce Yoon Hyun-hee and never show your face to her again. If you do that, I’ll nullify this debt.”

“...!”

Dal-won’s eyes widened more than Su-ho had ever seen before.

Shock was one thing, but the man’s gaze was filled with pure, unadulterated joy, as though he had witnessed a miracle.

“Tsk, even if I handed him a treasure like the Rhotiple, he wouldn’t look this happy.”

Su-ho asked calmly, “If you agree, nod your head.”

Nod! Nod! Nod!

Dal-won nodded frantically, his head moving so vigorously it was almost comical.

At least it was fortunate Yoon Hyun-hee wasn’t here to witness this.

If she had seen this pitiful display, it would have broken her heart all over again.

Clicking his tongue, Su-ho pulled out another document.

It was a divorce agreement.

“This is a mutual divorce form. Put your thumbprint on it.”

Su-ho grabbed Dal-won’s hand and smeared his bloodied thumb from his forehead onto the paper, creating a makeshift ink stamp. He then had him stamp the other prepared documents as well.

Only after completing the paperwork did Su-ho hand over the debt certificate.

Dal-won’s trembling hands clutched the certificate, his eyes quivering with a mix of relief and disbelief.

As Su-ho unlocked the pressure points on Dal-won’s legs, he asked casually, “Are you left-handed or right-handed?”

Dal-won raised his right hand in response.

The moment he did, Su-ho immediately jabbed the pressure points on the man’s wrist and hand. He followed this by pressing another series of points on his lower body.

The result was permanent damage.

“Ugh?!”

“I’d love to cripple you entirely, but I’ll settle for this. Since you’ve used your mouth to hurl insults, you’ll lose your voice forever. Since you used that hand to hit your wife, you won’t be able to use it properly ever again. And as for...”

Su-ho’s gaze shifted downward to the man’s groin.

“As a man who failed in his duties as a husband, consider this punishment. Be grateful this is where it ends. The only reason I’m not killing you is because part of this is society’s fault for creating people like you.”

“...”

With his task complete, Su-ho turned and left the rooftop.

***

Having dealt with the issue of Lee Dal-won, Su-ho headed to the cold noodle restaurant where Yoon Hyun-hee worked.

Since there was still some time left before her shift ended, he decided to have a meal there first.

“I’ll have cold noodles with sashimi, beef pancakes, and dumplings, please.”

The order was taken by none other than Yoon Hyun-hee herself.

She gave Su-ho a slightly perplexed look but, seeing as he was a customer, she accepted the order and went about her duties.

When the food was served, Su-ho enjoyed his meal thoroughly.

As he was finishing his meal, Yoon Hyun-hee, now out of her work uniform, approached him.

Seeing her, Su-ho asked, “Are you done with your shift already?”

“The boss let me off early.”

“Oh, is that so?”

What a considerate boss.

Su-ho offered a polite nod of gratitude toward the restaurant owner before stepping outside with Yoon Hyun-hee.

After they had walked a short distance from the restaurant, Su-ho pulled out the divorce papers he had obtained from Lee Dal-won.

“What’s this...?”

“The moment I mentioned the debt, he didn’t hesitate for even a second before stamping these papers. Everything you need for a mutual divorce is already signed. All that’s left is for you to sign them and submit the documents. These days, the process for a mutual divorce has been simplified due to changes in the law.”

“...”

Yoon Hyun-hee was momentarily at a loss for words as she stared at the divorce papers in her hands.

The sight stirred many thoughts within her.

But she didn’t cry.

In fact, she felt grateful.

Thanks to Su-ho, she could put her feelings in order much faster than she had anticipated.

Su-ho had also refrained from mentioning the offer Lee Dal-won had made about “introducing his wife.” There was no need to twist the knife and hurt her further.

After folding the papers and putting them into her bag, Yoon Hyun-hee said, “You seemed to have anticipated all of this and prepared everything in advance.”

“It’s less about anticipation and more about my dislike for unnecessary hassle. I prefer to be prepared for every possible outcome.”

“...I have a few questions. May I ask them?”

“Feel free.”