Chapter 157: Go Min-ji's Night
A black stone clacks onto the worn Go board. Right in the dead center—tian yuan, the spot no one touches lightly. And there it sits.
"Well, damn."
Go Young-man clicked his tongue and picked up a white stone for his response.
"This game of Go... it's a strange one."
"…."
"Moves that seem utterly wrong at the time often turn out to be the right answer in hindsight."
He grabs another black stone and counters the white. A fierce battle unfolds. A naval clash where a single lapse in vigilance could spell doom. But to an outsider, it looked like he was playing both sides all by himself.
"And those are always the strongest ones."
Clicking his tongue again, he shakes his head. He picks up a white stone and places it, pushing forward a line. Surrender.
"…Chairman, how about bringing in an AI?"
The chief secretary, unable to watch any longer, makes a discreet suggestion. But Go Young-man shakes his head.
"You fool, don't you know Go AIs are against the rules?"
"But playing alone like this... will it really be efficient? Shall I call in some pros?"
"Nah, forget it. Why drag busy folks around? This board's plenty for me."
"…."
He clears all the stones from the board and starts over with black.
"And listen here. To shock folks, you can't just hire pros for lessons. No impact. I've gotta start alone, awaken alone, then dominate the Go world. That's how you keep the swagger. Go Young-man, 1-dan, conquers Go world through self-study! How badass is that?"
"…."
Faced with his ironclad resolve, the secretary bows slightly and withdraws.
"Just watch. Next year's Go league will be buzzing with my name more than anyone's."
"Yes, sir."
"But hey, things been noisy lately?"
"Ah, yes. The whole country's in an uproar over what the young master did."
To Go Young-man, there was only one "young master." Gomuyeol. His grandson, son of Go Mu-jin, the sole direct male heir. And the thoughtful kid who'd gifted him this Go board.
"That Namdong Industrial Complex thing, right?"
"They say he teamed up with the police, prosecutors, city defense forces, and Militaris to bulldoze it by force."
"Tackling that hellhole, huh."
Go Young-man spreads his hand. The secretary hurries over with documents.
Go goes untouched for a while, replaced by the rustle of flipping pages.
"Kicks the junk, straightens up, and now he's blowing shit up proper. Hm."
A smile creeps across Go Young-man's lips. Sure, there were minor gripes—the kid chased skirts and had a bit of a scoundrel streak—but in his eyes, this was top-notch.
"All good, but why'd he smack the district mayor? What's the deal?"
Then he spots it. Gomuyeol crashing the mayor's speech and laying into him. It was live broadcast, so tons of people saw it live, and clips were still circulating. Surprisingly, reactions weren't bad. With hatred for politicians at a boiling point, most found it cathartic. Some even commented it'd have been better to just kill him.
Of course, that owed a lot to the follow-up chat with the reporter. Gomuyeol came off as nobly bleeding resources for Namdong and Incheon citizens. The mayor? A backstabbing bitch blocking him.
"To smooth the op, the young master reached out to the mayor. The pitch: after flattening Namdong, use the mayor's pull for fat perks to his corp in the redevelopment. But the mayor got greedy. Shelved all the young master's asks, shows up on-site acting like it was his plan from the jump, gives that speech. Young master lost it."
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Go Young-man smacks his lips.
"You know what I value most?"
"…No idea."
"Knowing your fucking place!"
"…."
Go Young-man slaps the docs down.
"Don't know your place, and you'll get burned. Some pissant district mayor blocking my grandson? With a normal brain?"
"Progressive Innovation Party."
"…."
Go Young-man, who'd been tapping his temple since "normal brain," licks his lips and lowers his hand. Progressive Innovation Party explained it all.
"…Those flat-Earth nutjobs still?"
"Yes."
Go Young-man sighs deeply, stands, shakes his head, and buttons his robe.
"Thanks, you've indulged me plenty. Clean up."
"Yes, Chairman. I'll handle it."
Politically, leaving her be had benefits, but he saw no need anymore. If she blocks his grandson, remove her. Why keep her?
"Mu-yeol wants Incheon, so handle it quietly down there."
"Yes, sir."
"No traces."
"Yes."
"Min-young's too obvious. Kid'd feel pressured. He's gotta do it himself."
"I'll ensure the young master doesn't notice."
"Good."
- Namdong Industrial Complex Returns to Citizens After 30 Years: Who's Go Mu-yeol Pushing Redevelopment?
- Police and Prosecutors Launch Joint Op... Unprecedented Massive Military Action
- What the Hell Is Namdong Industrial Complex?
- Incheon Again! Biggest Massacre Since Dangun
- Retribution on Criminals or Slaughter of Humans?
- Goryeo Enter's Go Mu-yeol Assaults Namdong Mayor... Mayor Unconscious
- In Eun-young Shines Again in Special Probe...
- Namdong A Candidate Kim Eun-ji: "Victory for the People"
The op kicked off two days ago. I'd stuck around Namdong Industrial Complex the whole time. Sure, I played it off as oversight or whatever grand bullshit, but really, I was just there for the spectacle. Timing was awkward too.
Kept my promise and sent auntie dick pics. Naturally, she fired back pussy shots... led to video calls, phone sex... you get the drift. That's why I ended up lingering.
'Auntie's getting sluttier by the day. Perfect development.'
I nod contentedly and pull up news on my phone. Articles everywhere, as expected. Some from Seo Hyun-ju, some from reporters swarming the area.
The mayor-beating clip? Out there unedited. Surprisingly positive buzz. Someone edited and uploaded to Mitube—3 million views in a flash, trending hard, still climbing live. News channels all over it.
Comments mostly cathartic, some hardcore.
Our toad babe must've sprinkled good juju. Who pities a guy who deserves the smack?
"Ah. Wasn't gunning for fame."
"…."
Anyway, my face and name blew up. Even that I'm Goryeo Group's direct-line royal.
"Um... Master."
Im Sua calls hesitantly.
"Police say... gotta summon you for the mayor assault. Begging you to come."
"…."
Problem: Got too famous. Cops can't ignore it.
Yesterday, shaking hands with baldy bigwig special something-or-other. Today? Summons.
Inevitably. Video of me straight-up decking him? Gotta pretend.
Play along quick, so I can gouge 'em harder later. Builds emotional debt.
"When?"
"Whenever suits you, grace the nearest station."
"Bowl of kkukbap first?"
Scope the joint, check for cute cops. Show off a bit. Drag a pretty one to holding... khmm, tempting. Bring Sua too, talent scout.
"Tell 'em I'm swamped but going for police face. Schedule later."
"Yes, Master."
Step out tent, morning air. Stretch, stroll.
Still reeks of war—gunpowder, blood, whatever. Breathe deep anyway.
"Hup! Good day, young master!!"
"Yeah, hey."
Pass troops, cops, prosecutors—all saluting like crazy. Or ultra-polite bows. Gotta be auntie's dreadnought influence.
That behemoth dropped 20 mechs while I was mid-speech(?), pulverized the zone. Plus 15 knights from Go Min-ji—35 insane mechs total. Each knight a national asset? Absurd firepower.
Add 50k cops, city armor division, mega special prosecutors. Me behind it all? They tread light.
"Hm. Nothing beats a fist for manners."
She'd just watched my mayor-smack vid and was geeking out with the review. Classic Go Min-ji commentary.