Chapter 371
Chapter 371
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 371
Chapter Title: 371. Fighting Dog
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"Get started."
The moment my command dropped, Hong Hae-chan and Seo Jun-gu swung fists at each other. It was a cross counter, like they'd planned it.
I figured Seo Jun-gu would hit the deck and pass out. Right now, Hong Hae-chan's physical abilities were on the verge of surpassing human limits.
I'd originally tried training his body through exercise, but I realized that was way too slow.
I'd given him a cheap artifact from the real world. One that slightly boosted physical prowess—the kind even F-rank Hunters used. That silver piercing in his left ear was it.
But Seo Jun-gu didn't go down. No artifact on him, either... Guess he's the leader of a delinquent circle that dominated beyond the academy, ruling Incheon.
But they were evenly matched only at the start.
Hong Hae-chan had learned Hunter combat techniques from me. I'd deliberately given him real battle experience, even letting him kill. The old Hong Hae-chan who used to tremble at thugs' barking was gone.
The fight was brutal.
Blood streamed from their mouths and noses as they rolled on the floor. Each time, the crowd around them cheered wildly.
"Wooooaaah!"
"Fight! Fight!"
"Kill him!"
The bout ended with Hong Hae-chan's victory. Exactly as expected—and if it hadn't, we'd have been in trouble.
He's still got a long way to go. Winning by such a narrow margin? They might not buy it.
Hong Hae-chan needed to show overwhelming power. Since he hadn't, they'd probably challenge for a rank rematch next month or the one after.
Time to expand into Incheon anyway. Gotta grind Hong Hae-chan some more.
Hong Hae-chan claimed his winner's rights. He dragged over Seo Jun-gu's girls and fucked them right in the center of the auditorium for all to see. The loser, Seo Jun-gu, could only watch. The guys and girls around didn't try to stop it—instead, they started smoking weed and drugs, diving into sex themselves.
The orgy party kicked off again in a frenzy.
"Piercing."
"Yeah, Boss."
Piercing, who'd been going at the girls like a beast, sucking and biting, hurried to my side.
Piercing was quick on the uptake with a sharp mind, so I used him often.
"How's the slave farm?"
"All good, sir. Running smooth, managed tight."
"Slave farm" was slang for the marijuana plantation.
The slaves were illegal immigrants. We'd rounded up ones from Southeast Asia and China, forcing them to grow drugs. Being illegals, even if they went missing and got reported, the cops stayed out of it.
"Good. Keep an eye on it yourself."
"You got it. But word is, the gangsters have been eyeing us lately."
"Didn't we smash one gang already?"
When I brought Seo Jun-gu into the Copulation Faction, we tangled with his old organization. About fifty guys—I killed them all to make an example for Seo Jun-gu's crew. The news called it mob infighting casualties, reporting it nonstop.
"Different gang. Rumor is they're banding together."
Not unexpected. From the gangsters' view, the Copulation Faction peddling drugs was like an invasive species screwing up their ecosystem. A thorn in their side. They'd figure sooner or later we'd steal their turf.
And we plan to. Wasn't gonna strike first, though.
I reached out, groping Choi Hye-jeong's tits as I spoke.
"Piercing. Get me everything on Incheon's gangsters."
Piercing's eyes widened, lips splitting into a grin.
"Finally! Finally taking Incheon's throne?!"
"Yeah, time to bulk up the Copulation Faction."
"On it right away!"
"Not going solo this time. Tell Hong Hae-chan and Seo Jun-gu to prep for war."
"Got it!"
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Dark night.
I gripped a KRISS Vector SMG in my right hand and strode toward a building. Civilians stared oddly, but I ignored them. I'd already bought off the cops, prosecutors, assemblymen—anyone who mattered.
They knew if I got caught, South Korea would flip upside down.
Of course, if it came to that, I wouldn't go quietly. I'd turn the country into hell.
Bam!
I kicked open the door to the Cheonjin Gang's office—one of Incheon's mobs—and stepped inside.
Half-naked guys shot to their feet amid thick cigarette smoke.
"...Who the hell are you?"
The action boss-looking one asked. Tattoos covered him except his wrists; scars crisscrossed his face.
"Sung Yu-jin, boss of the Copulation Faction."
"Ha... Came to kill us with just that peashooter? What a psycho! Boys!"
"Yeah, bro!"
Like they'd been waiting, they pulled hidden pistols from everywhere, aiming at me.
Something felt off.
Gangsters in Korea couldn't easily get guns. Even if they did, only top brass had them—not enough to arm every grunt.
Someone's backing these gangsters... A politician?
The thugs aiming at me looked smug.
"You dumb fuck... You barge in here? Think one gun makes you invincible, you cocky prick?"
The action boss oozed overconfidence. With over ten muzzles on him, it'd be weirder if he didn't.
"Here to make a deal. Where's your boss?"
"Think Big Bro wants to see you, so you get an audience? Still clueless? Drop the gun, knees now, hands up! You think we won't kill you? Big mistake!"
I held my patience one more time.
"Not here to kill you all. Join me."
"Big Bro said it: Copulation Faction brass and boss? Fair game! Fire!"
The instant they pulled triggers, I activated Split Second.
Thought acceleration kicked in; I saw bullets leaving barrels. Not slow by any stretch, but dodgeable with room to spare.
I tilted my torso diagonally left, dodging, then squeezed the Vector's trigger hard.
The SMG spat fire at 1,200 rounds per minute. Less than ten seconds to honeycomb every thug except the action boss.
"Agh, aaah!"
The action boss fired his pistol at me. No need for Split Second. I sidestepped bullets by muzzle flash, closed in, snapped his arm.
Crack!
His pistol hit the floor. I smashed his calf with my foot, dropping him.
"You and I need to talk."
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I gazed down at the action boss's corpse, sorting the info he'd spilled.
Incheon's gangsters united to hit the Copulation Faction.
They thought we were some South American foreign outfit. Korean gangsters with weird patriotism teamed up temporarily to wipe us out.
No issue. I'd crush their alliance like pie.
But Yakuza's backing them.
Guns and bombs smuggled from Japan—had to be Yakuza. How'd Korean small-timers connect? And why arm them?
Someone using gangsters and Yakuza... That guy from the manga.
Shin O-gang.
Jinil Academy board chairman.
Real black幕 of the original Fighting Dog manga. Principal said he funneled delinquents to gangs.
Tied to the Yakuza's Cheonmyeong Society.
I rose from the chair. Walked out over blood and bodies.
Destination: Jinil Group.
Before dawn tomorrow, gather the owner family and execs—kill half. Puppet the chairman. Money can't buy extra lives; he'll obey.
Time to clip Japan's Yakuza too.
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South Korea's president nursed a throbbing headache. His chief of staff just watched his mood.
"Four thousand dead in three days...! This real?! Gang war?! Bullshit! This is way past that! What the hell is this Copulation Faction?!"
"...As reported, sir."
"Jinil Academy kids' outfit! Armed with guns, killing without hesitation, flooding Korea with drugs! You expect me to buy that?!"
"......"
"Cops and prosecutors in their pockets, NIS can't even find their backers or drug source? You useless fucks!"
The president vented. Term ending soon, and this blew up. Devil's work, no doubt. Power already slipping.
After raging, he exhaled, thinking coldly of solutions.
"Sung Yu-jin rules the Copulation Faction absolute. Can't mobilize military... Order NIS agents for assassination, then dismantle and clean up."
Then his phone rang. He picked up without hesitation.
"What is it?"
Call from NIS. Listening, his face drained white.
His family kidnapped by the Copulation Faction.
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"P-Please... spare me..."
Shin O-gang knelt, rubbing palms together. No choice.
Twenty Yakuza bodyguards around him lay dismembered in pools of blood.
I stared blankly, raising the short wakizashi in hand.
Monkey had it, so sashimi knife?
Snatched from a Yakuza, used it to carve them up.
Clang.
Dropped the blade, eyed Shin O-gang.
"Spare you...! Anything! Just let me live...!"
"You've got a job."
"Y-Yes! Tell me!"
"Where's the Cheonmyeong Society in Japan?"
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Jinil Academy auditorium.
Hundreds of naked guys and girls assembled. Unlike past frenzies, they stood in perfect ranks, heads up, eyes on the stage front.
I stood there. Beside me, Copulation Faction's number two, Hong Hae-chan, beamed with emotion.
"The Copulation Faction now rules Incheon and Seoul. You all did great."
"Oooooh!"
Tasting money and drugs, they gave me absolute loyalty.
"And as I said, I'm dropping out of Jinil Academy now."
"......"
That's right.
Today was my dropout day. Academy power naturally shifts to Hong Hae-chan. I'm still faction boss, but inside school, he's top dog—from now on, at least.
"To dominate Korea for real, I've got prep to do, so I'm leaving. Hong Hae-chan's the new academy king."
"Urk. Yu-jin! Can't you stay?"
"Hong Hae-chan. It's done. No whining."
"But... can I handle it?"
"Don't overthink. Just do it like me."
"...Like you, Yu-jin."
Hong Hae-chan nodded, face set with resolve.
"Tomorrow, noon sharp! Hong Hae-chan's inauguration as new king! No skipping! Treat him like me inside these walls! Got it?!"
"Yes, sir!!"
"Good. Party time. Music on!"
Thrilling beats poured from speakers around the hall. The crowd started dancing, soon devolving into an orgy sex party.
"Heh... Now for what I wanna do."
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I parked, stepped out on Tokyo's outskirts.
Looked around.
Cheonmyeong Society's 6,000 Yakuza encircled me. All armed with swords, pistols, hammers, axes.
Vicious glares. Their killing intent locked solely on me.
I held a single sword, smirking at them.
"Way more than I expected."