Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 163

Su-ho appeared between the two men.

It wasn’t magic.

He had simply deactivated Monochrome Solitude.

Both men jumped back in shock.

At the same time, the Joseonjok leader, Jang Seong-chun, drew the machete from his waist and spoke.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Would you even know if I told you?"

"What?"

"I’m An Su-ho, Deputy Team Leader of Special Management Team 2, Gate Bureau, Grand Hunter Association."

"What?"

"Why ask if you won’t even understand?"

Even after hearing Su-ho’s name, Jang Seong-chun simply furrowed his brows in confusion, failing to grasp the situation.

But Noah was different.

Because he was Korean.

"Shit!"

Without hesitation, Noah turned and ran.

Of course.

"You’re Korean. You should know who I am."

Su-ho immediately threw Guiyeong Spear at him.

But instead of piercing Noah’s shadow—

It struck the back of his thigh.

"ARGH!!"

Noah collapsed, rolling on the ground in pain.

His men panicked and shouted.

"B-boss!!"

Noah screamed at them.

"What the hell are you standing around for?! Kill him!!"

"Yes, sir!!"

Hmm.

The formal speech disappeared real fast the moment he was desperate.

Su-ho smirked at the thought.

Just as he nodded, a machete came flying toward him from behind.

Jang Seong-chun.

"Die, you son of a bitch!"

The attack came from Su-ho’s blind spot.

But he dodged it effortlessly, twisting his body as naturally as breathing.

Then, he clenched his fist—

And slammed it into Jang Seong-chun’s face.

THWACK!

Jang Seong-chun’s eyes rolled back as the impact echoed.

Before he could collapse, Su-ho grabbed him and pressed on the Gu Sim pressure point on his lower back.

With his core locked, he wouldn’t be able to stand up.

Not just him.

Every single enemy that charged at Su-ho met the exact same fate.

A single punch, and they were down.

Blood Weapon?

Didn’t need it.

In fact, using it would’ve been overkill.

Just from feeling the force of his own attacks, Su-ho could tell—if he had used Blood Weapon, they wouldn’t be captured.

They’d be dead.

By the time he knocked out the last goon, Jang Seong-chun, the first to fall, finally regained consciousness.

Trembling, he growled.

"Y-you son of a b—"

Still with the cursing.

Su-ho pressed a pressure point on his throat.

Silencing him.

Then, he turned to Noah, who was still writhing on the ground, unable to move.

Su-ho crouched to meet his eyes.

"Beast Master... No, Kim Noah. Formerly Kim Chun-sam. That’s you, isn’t it?"

"H-how do you know who I am...?"

Su-ho scoffed.

"How do I know? I work for the Grand Hunter Association. Of course I’ve been keeping an eye on you. But consider yourself lucky. If someone else had come instead of me, you’d be beaten half to death before they arrested you."

That was the truth.

The Special Division’s policy at this time was simple—

As long as they didn’t die, it was fine.

Which meant criminals were beaten within an inch of their life, then force-fed a healing potion before being dragged in.

Su-ho’s gaze shifted toward the trucks filled with animals.

"You sure gathered a lot."

Then, his voice turned cold.

"You ever think, as a fellow Korean, that maybe you should be protecting your country’s native wildlife instead of selling them overseas?"

"..."

Kim Noah fell silent.

Su-ho narrowed his eyes.

"Not answering?"

"..."

"Wow. Why do criminals only listen when they’re in pain?"

He pressed his fingers together and jabbed the crown of Kim Noah’s head.

And then—

"AAAAAAAAARGH!!"

Kim Noah’s entire body convulsed in excruciating pain.

"You guys never listen unless you’re suffering."

Shaking his head, Su-ho stood up.

Then, he walked toward the trucks, locking eyes with the animals inside.

"Wow. He really went all out."

There was an insane variety of animals.

Native Korean breeds like Jindo dogs and Sapsal dogs, various birds, and even mountain goats and musk deer—species that were nearly impossible to find.

Clicking his tongue, Su-ho muttered.

"Tsk. Ever since the Great Cataclysm, the number of endangered species has skyrocketed. As Koreans, we should be preserving them, not selling them overseas."

Most animals smuggled out of Korea?

They were used as alchemy ingredients.

Especially in China, where the massive population meant there were countless alchemists.

Kim Noah had directly contributed to the near-extinction of Korea’s native species in Su-ho’s past life.

But this time?

He was stopping it.

Here.

Now.

Still—

There was one problem.

And it was exactly what Jang Seong-chun had pointed out earlier—

The animals were all silent.

They weren’t drugged.

They weren’t under a skill effect.

They were choosing, of their own free will, to stay quiet.

The reason?

Simple.

"This is the power of the Beast Master."

Kim Noah.

A.K.A. The Beast Master.

He had another alias—The Korean Druid.

Because his trait was Animal Communicate.

He could talk to animals.

And he was an exceptional speaker.

Not by human standards.

By animal standards.

So right now, every animal here had been deceived by his silver tongue.

What he told them?

Su-ho didn’t know.

But he knew that in his past life, Kim Noah had always silenced animals this way.

There were two reasons for it.

One—so the animals could be transported quietly.

And two—as insurance, in case something went wrong.

Su-ho walked back over to Kim Noah, who was still writhing in pain.

He released the pressure point.

"Hah... Hah..."

Kim Noah gasped for air, drenched in sweat.

The Pressure Point Pain Express must have been a thrilling ride.

Even after the pain had subsided, Kim Noah could do nothing but gasp for air, barely able to breathe.

Su-ho looked at him and spoke.

"Mr. Chun-sam, you must be in a lot of pain, huh?"

"......"