Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 178

Vroom!

A car entered the parking lot of Suwon District Prosecutor’s Office.

It was the car of Son Baek-geum, who had arrived after receiving Kim Seung-hwan's call.

As Son Baek-geum stepped out of the car, he looked up at the building, muttering to himself.

"Well, I never thought I’d walk into the prosecution office on my own two feet."

He’d met with prosecutors before—usually to deliver bribes—but he’d never come to the prosecutor’s office willingly.

Bribe-takers were always fond of receiving money, but they hated when those offering it showed up in their territory.

Because of that, Son Baek-geum had always tried to avoid being seen by the prosecution.

It was a matter of business etiquette for him.

Yet now, being summoned by the prosecutor, and coming here as a part of the process, made him feel... uneasy.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

Vrrr!

Was it Kim Seung-hwan?

No, it wasn’t.

It was a number he had saved but never really used.

It was Pi Seong-yeol.

Curious, he answered the call.

"Yes, Director Pi."

– "Where are you right now?"

Pi Seong-yeol didn’t greet him with pleasantries, immediately asking for his location.

He was the same as always—rude.

Son Baek-geum sighs inwardly, deciding to take the call without putting up a fight.

"I’m outside. What’s going on?"

– "Let’s cut to the chase. What’s the situation with Vice President Park Gyu-min?"

Of course.

It was about Park Gyu-min.

That’s the only reason Pi Seong-yeol would be calling him.

Son Baek-geum chuckled, the irony of it not lost on him.

"What do you mean?"

– "What do you mean, what do you mean?"

Son Baek-geum asked again, feigning ignorance, and the change in Pi Seong-yeol’s voice was immediate.

His tone dropped, lowering in a way that made Son Baek-geum flinch.

It was automatic—Pi Seong-yeol had that kind of effect on people.

But Son Baek-geum quickly shook off the unease, forcing himself to relax.

It wasn’t fear—it was more like a reflexive reaction.

After all, Pi Seong-yeol didn’t scare him as much as Su-ho did.

With that thought in mind, his confidence slowly returned.

Straightening up, he rested a hand on his left hip and responded.

"What do you mean by that?"

– "You... are you serious? Are you out of your mind?"

"Out of my mind? You’re the one talking nonsense here, Pi Seong-yeol."

– "What the hell, Son Baek-geum? Have you lost it? Did you take some poison or lose your sense after hearing my voice?"

"I didn’t take poison, and I haven’t lost my senses. But you, Pi Seong-yeol, seem to have forgotten your place. You may be a public servant, but you’ve gone too far with this."

– "Public servant, huh? Seems you’ve forgotten what your position is. You’ve been living among commoners so long you’ve lost your sense of who °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° you are. Let me remind you: I’ll personally take care of dismantling the Baekgeum-pa for you."

"Go ahead."

– "What?"

"Go ahead. What’s the big deal? You think you’re some president or something? Shut up, Pi Seong-yeol. Why don’t you focus on doing your job? You’ve been kicked out of the Great Korea Association, and you still act like you're in charge?"

– "You...! What did you just say?"

"Shut up. I’ve got somewhere to be. Hang up."

Son Baek-geum ended the call and quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket.

"Phew."

His lips trembled slightly as he processed the outburst.

He had lashed out without thinking, but now that the words were out, his heart was racing.

Yet there was no turning back now.

The water had been spilled, and the words spoken—there was no going back.

"F*ck it. At this point, I’m dead either way."

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

He feared Pi Seong-yeol, but the one who made him truly terrified was Su-ho.

So, he had bet on the greater fear.

In the end, it was the primal things that drove people.

Trying to calm himself, he lit a cigarette.

After a few moments, he took a long drag and immediately dialed Su-ho’s number.

Inside the Special Operations Unit of the Great Korea Association, Pi Seong-yeol sat in the dark, illuminated only by the city’s lights filtering through the window. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

He stared at his phone screen, looking at the call he had just ended.

His blood pressure was rising.

To him, Son Baek-geum wasn’t even a dog.

If he had to call him something, it would be a stray mutt—no, a rabid dog.

He’d never paid any attention to the man, and now, after everything, to have that mutt bare its teeth at him?

That was almost more than he could handle.

Pi Seong-yeol closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

He wouldn’t scream or shout—he wasn’t going to let his anger show.

If he let his emotions take over, he’d look like someone who couldn’t handle his business, and that wasn’t the image he wanted to project.