Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 179

Su-ho smiled as he looked at the people lying near the door.

“Timing was a bit tight, wasn’t it?” he said.

Kim Seung-hwan blinked in surprise and asked, "What do you mean, timing?"

"Shall I show you?" Su-ho took a step back, and as he moved, Kim Seung-hwan saw the group of men dressed in black suits, all lying unconscious near the entrance.

Kim Seung-hwan’s eyes widened. "Who are these people?"

“These are the ones who claimed they were from the Seoul District Prosecutor’s Office,” Su-ho said, casually lifting one of the men to show Kim Seung-hwan.

The man had a rough, intimidating face, the kind that could belong to a gangster or thug—not someone from the Seoul District Prosecutor’s Office.

"Not Hunters?" Kim Seung-hwan asked, his suspicion growing.

“No, they’re not,” Su-ho replied with a grin. He then dragged the three unconscious men into the office and continued, "They don’t seem to have caused much trouble, considering how calm they look."

"Yeah, everything seemed normal, but just before they could do something, you stepped in," one of the men, who had been hiding in the room, said with relief.

Su-ho checked their pockets and found a wallet with identification. "Huh, these guys aren’t even good at the basics," he muttered, finding it strange that they would carry their ID cards while involved in this kind of activity.

He checked the ID, and after a quick mental search through his library of memories, he realized the identity of the man.

"Ah, so this guy’s from Pi Seong-yeol's direct squad," Su-ho mused, his surprise evident.

Pi Seong-yeol’s direct squad—Su-ho had encountered references to it back when he worked in the Special Operations Unit. Though he’d only known about them through paperwork, it was shocking to face them in person.

"These guys, huh? Guess they just didn’t know how to lay low," Su-ho thought, recognizing the names and faces. "But I’ve never had to deal with them directly until now."

He'd seen mention of them in documents, but it was only after everything had been reformed that he’d been able to dig deeper. Now, seeing them in front of him, he felt like the dots were finally connecting.

Su-ho smiled as he pocketed the wallet, ensuring that these men wouldn’t be a problem for now. "Let me just move these guys out of the way," he said, before closing the door. Inside, he used his skills to paralyze the three men, then transported them to his space for safekeeping.

When he opened the door again, he saw that the men had disappeared.

“What?”

“Where did they go?”

Kim Seung-hwan and the others were shocked. It was as though Su-ho had made the men vanish with a wave of his hand.

Su-ho chuckled, “Don’t worry. I just moved them for a bit, and they’re not dead, so there’s no need to worry too much.”

He turned to them, "By the way, I’m going to take you two to Seoul. Is that alright?"

Kim Seung-hwan nodded eagerly. “Yes, that would be a huge help. Honestly, after seeing Pi Seong-yeol's direct squad, I feel like this needs to be handled carefully. But Pi Seong-yeol, pulling strings like that, shows just how crazy he really is.”

"Crazy indeed," Su-ho agreed, "That’s why we need to get them out of here as quickly as possible. I'll handle things in Seoul, and you can take care of the rest."

As the two men climbed into his car, Su-ho hesitated for a moment but decided to head to a nearby building.

There, he used his [Military Tactics] skill to summon a clone, using Reverse Morphology to alter its face. He dressed it in jeans, a hoodie, and a mask, giving it instructions to wait near the prosecutor's office.

"This way, I can move quickly without raising suspicion," Su-ho thought. He knew it would consume some mana, but it was nothing compared to losing Kim Seung-hwan.

As the clone set off, Su-ho got into his car and turned to the two men.

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"Are you both feeling alright? No injuries or anything?"

“We’re fine, thanks to you,” they responded.

"Once the article goes live, things will get noisy. But during that time, let’s stick together," Su-ho said, signaling that they should be ready for what was coming next.

They nodded, and the car began its journey toward Seoul.

But then, Son Baek-geum spoke up with an awkward look on his face. "My car’s at the prosecutor’s office, though..."

Su-ho and Park Gyu-min exchanged incredulous glances.

Son Baek-geum, sensing the awkwardness, cleared his throat and said, "Well, we can have one of the subordinates handle it."

With a sigh, Su-ho replied, "Alright, let’s get going."

And so, they set off toward Seoul, unaware of the deeper forces at play.

***

About an hour later, Pi Seong-yeol sat at his desk, narrowing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair.

‘Why haven’t they contacted me yet?’

It had already been over an hour since he assigned the task. Still, no word from his men. The excuse of travel time didn’t hold up either; he had intentionally given the orders for the men in Suwon to move swiftly.

‘These guys don’t even have their identities checked, but they can’t even get this right...’

Moreover, Pi Seong-yeol’s direct squad members weren’t just ordinary thugs. They were elites—skilled and well-trained individuals who knew how to handle sensitive tasks.

As he pondered, trying to remain patient, his phone suddenly rang.

"Finally," Pi Seong-yeol muttered, but when he looked at the caller ID, it wasn’t one of his subordinates.

It was the president of the association, Jang Kyung-hwan.

"Jang President?" Pi Seong-yeol answered quickly.