Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 66

Nothing changed after that.

Slap! Crash!

Slap! Crash!

Slap! Crash!

Every single thug fell after just one slap. At some point, they recognized Suho and avoided approaching him altogether.

It was almost laughable.

The Changshik Gang was a criminal organization where more than 80% of its members were awakened individuals. Despite the severe punishments for organized crime in Korea, the fact that gangs still existed in this era was evidence of the country's deteriorating public security.

Moving smoothly through the gang members, Suho arrived on the third floor.

When he opened the door, Im Changshik, the gang's boss, was already seated, frowning as though he'd been informed of the commotion earlier.

Upon seeing him, Suho chuckled.

"Hah."

What a joke.

Despite all the chaos, the man still sat there like that?

Im Changshik raised his voice, sensing the absurdity in Suho's chuckle.

"Ahn Suho Hunter, what on earth are you doing all of a sudden?"

"All of a sudden? You started this, remember?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Still playing dumb?"

"What dumb act?"

"You messed with Nam Hae-won first. I just met him earlier. Are you seriously going to feign ignorance until the end?"

"Nam Hae-won?"

As Im Changshik feigned ignorance, one of his subordinates quickly whispered into his ear, briefing him.

His frown deepened as he responded.

"What about him?"

"What about him? You turned my closest friend into that, and you have the nerve to ask what about him?"

"Friend."

The word seemed to shock not only Im Changshik but also the surrounding gang members, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Finally understanding the gravity of the situation, Im Changshik stood and motioned for his subordinates to leave.

When they hesitated, he shouted.

"Get out, you idiots!"

"Y-yes, boss!"

The thugs scrambled to leave.

How pitiful.

They couldn’t even stand up to him, yet now they pretended to act tough.

Once the room cleared, Im Changshik adjusted his tone.

"It seems there’s been a misunderstanding. Let’s sit and talk this out."

"Misunderstanding?"

"Yes, a misunderstanding."

"Do you truly believe that?"

As Suho stepped closer, Im Changshik hastily issued a warning.

"I’m warning you, if you lay a hand on me, I’ll call the police—"

"What nonsense."

Slap! Crash!

Im Changshik flew to the floor.

Did he just mention the police? From a gang leader’s mouth?

More surprising, however, was that Im Changshik didn’t pass out from the slap.

"Ugh..."

Blood dripped from his mouth as Suho grinned.

"Not bad. You’re the boss, after all. Didn’t faint in one hit."

"You... I’ll never let this..."

"Never let what? Let’s see how long you can keep saying that."

Suho clenched his fist.

As Im Changshik tried to push himself up against the wall, Suho’s fist came crashing down on his head like a hammer.

Thud!

A heavy sound.

And then.

Thump.

Im Changshik finally passed out.

Suho grabbed the unconscious man by the collar, dragged him across the floor, and opened the dimensional pocket.

He tossed him inside and shut the door.

"You’ve been on my list for a while. Enjoy."

Changshik Gang’s True Nature

The Changshik Gang wasn’t just a small-time organization.

They had grown into a pseudo-corporate syndicate, operating like a guild-style mafia. Despite their growth, they had evaded legal consequences through cunning tactics, creating numerous victims until Suho stepped in to put an end to it.

Im Changshik was nothing short of a cancerous tumor to society.

That’s why Suho didn’t intend to simply slap him around and leave. This time, he wanted to deliver a real punishment.

After securing Im Changshik, Suho glanced around and picked up the nameplate on the boss's desk.

He flung it out the window.

Crash!

"What’s going on?!"

"Boss!"

Hearing the sound of breaking glass, the gang members rushed back.

Suho smirked as he addressed them.

"Your boss ran away."

"What?"

"He bolted. Can’t you tell?"

Pointing to the chaos around the room and the shattered windows, Suho’s words left the gang confused.

They were on the third floor, but Im Changshik was a near-level 100 Hunter. Escaping from this height was entirely plausible.

Even so, a few of the gang members peered out the window to check.

"As if you’d see him."

Of course, Im Changshik wasn’t there.

Suho, seeing their hesitation, added with a threatening tone:

"What now?"

"What do you mean, what now?"

"Your leader’s gone. What are you going to do? I’m dismantling this place, so who wants to get tangled up and end up in Cheong-ok Prison?"

"C-Cheong-ok? You mean... next to Cheong-song?"

"You know your geography. I’ve mentioned in interviews that my goal is the Great Hunters’ Association. I’m still in contact with them, so if you don’t want to be dragged to prison with your boss, leave everything behind and disappear. Otherwise, I’ll personally ensure you all rot in Cheong-ok."

The threat sent chills down their spines.

"Tch. Typical thugs, no loyalty whatsoever. Listen up. If even a single document goes missing, I’ll hunt each of you down myself. Leave empty-handed if you want to live."

[Mana Detection activated.]

"Predictable."

"Bulgasari."

"Bul-bul."

"Think you can just take off the door?"

"Bul-bul!"

"Crunch, crunch, crunch."

"Disgusting..."

"Thinking back, Nam Hae-won was a rare exception."

"Have at it."

"Bul-bul."

[Entering Dimensional Pocket House.]