Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 201

"From Inagawa?"

– Yes, it’s confirmed. The Japanese have chosen to attack our establishment, though they haven’t revealed their affiliation, but based on the circumstances, it can only be Inagawa.

"Understood. I’ll handle it. Where are they now?"

– They’re at our establishment in Myeongdong. I’ll send you the address.

"Yes, please send it by text. But, didn’t I tell you last time that if something like this happens, to mention my name? Did you not do that?"

If they had mentioned Su-ho’s name, the attacks on the Union would stop.

Ion gave an unexpected response.

– No, I didn’t mention your name. You’re someone working for the country, so there’s no reason to use your name unnecessarily. Instead, just say you’re from the Union. We’ll handle the Inagawa matter under the Union's name.

Ion, despite his youth, was quite thoughtful.

Su-ho smiled at his consideration.

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I’ll take care of this as quickly as possible."

– Yes, please. Thank you.

The address text came through, and Su-ho turned to Jeong Cheol-min.

"Team Leader, I have something to handle, so let’s call it a day here."

"Really?"

"Yes, if you don’t feel like heading back to the office, you can just clock out."

"Sounds good. Hmm, I think I’ll hit the sauna and relax for a bit."

Su-ho, leaving behind Jeong Cheol-min’s cheerful reaction, got into the car and started the engine. He drove straight to the address.

The traffic wasn’t bad, and it didn’t take long to reach Myeongdong.

However, the car couldn’t enter the area where the Union’s store was located, so he parked nearby and walked to the establishment.

Indeed.

The Union’s shop, deep in Myeongdong, looked like it had been attacked, with broken windows on the facade.

Su-ho used Reverse Morphology ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) to alter his appearance and opened the door.

Inside was a small bar.

More precisely, it was an information broker’s establishment disguised as a bar.

The tables were overturned, and several men with neatly dressed bodies, but a rough appearance, were sitting randomly around.

In the back, the store owner appeared to be sitting next to a man with a big head, trembling in fear.

As Su-ho entered, the man with the big head slowly stood up and approached Su-ho.

"Affiliation?"

Korean.

What’s this, a Korean descendant?

His tone and accent were quite convincing.

Su-ho spoke.

"Union."

"Did you come from the headquarters?"

"So what if I did?"

"Are you of a certain rank?"

"Just say what you want to say."

"Heh."

The man, who had been questioning him, laughed.

Su-ho’s attitude caused him to laugh without meaning to.

That made sense. He was Hoshino Kinya, the 4th-ranked second-in-command of the Inagawa Guild.

In Roppongi, just mentioning Kinya’s name would freeze anyone in their tracks. Yet, a mere Korean dared to speak to him this way?

It seemed he needed some "education."

Kinya returned to his seat, put an arm around the store owner as a hostage, and spoke in Japanese.

"It seems this Chosun person doesn’t understand what manners are."

At that, the men lounging around stood up and spoke.

"We’ll take care of the education right now."

With that, they drew their weapons.

Unlike the previous encounter with Su-ho, they weren’t using samurai swords.

Su-ho narrowed his eyes and muttered in Japanese.

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"Shut up!"

There were five attackers.

They rushed toward Su-ho in synchronized moves, as they had always practiced.

However, Su-ho didn’t move.

It seemed he needed to teach these arrogant Yakuza a real lesson about the difference in their abilities.

Clang!!

Their weapons hit Su-ho’s body.

No, to be precise, they only touched him.

None of their weapons succeeded in cutting through his skin.

"...!"

"...!"

"...!"

The five Yakuza members—ten eyes in total—grew wide with shock.

It was only natural.

They had attacked with all their strength, but none of their weapons even left a scratch on Su-ho. Anyone would be surprised by this.

The reason was simple.

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Su-ho’s body had already reached the level of a superhuman.

For example.

[ Iron Cannon Three is now activated. ]

The Iron Cannon Three, which he had recently learned, automatically activated, and his basic physique was enhanced by Dragon Skin, Dragon Bone, and Dragon Essence.

‘Not to mention, they’re all underleveled, with their stats probably weak as well.’

How could their weapons possibly pierce his skin?

As their weapons broke like toys, Su-ho finally drew his own weapon—Blood Weapon.

It took the form of a blood mace.

Su-ho calmly warned them.

"It’s going to hurt."

Crack!

Su-ho swung the blood mace as if drawing a sword.

Unable to resist his power, the Yakuza were flung far away. Su-ho then grabbed the wrist of the nearest one and lifted it as if he were holding a limp fish.

The man tried to resist, but before he could wiggle, Su-ho struck his ribs with a blow.

Crack!

"Ughhh!"

A chilling sound echoed as the man screamed in pain.

The noise was unbearable.

Su-ho lightly tossed the man up before changing his grip from the wrist to the mouth.

He muffled the man’s screams by pressing his mouth shut, then began striking him as if washing clothes.

It started with his ankle.

Crack!

The sound of his ankle breaking echoed, and the ankle twisted unnaturally.

Crack! Crack! Crack!