Chapter 94
Chapter 94
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: 25. Yongsan Park (4)
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“Jang Jeong-ho……!”
The moment Kim Do-ha cried out the name of Dongdaemun’s First Sword, a golden wave erupted from Jang Jeong-ho’s body.
Fwaaaah!
A handshake might end as a simple contest of strength, but using the “aura of the First Sword” was an entirely different matter.
It was an outright rude provocation, a blatant test of the opponent’s courage.
“Ugh……!”
Sure enough, the moment Kim Do-ha, who was within the range of Jang Jeong-ho’s intimidating presence, was exposed to the golden wave, he had to grit his teeth.
It was because he felt a pain as if his heart was being squeezed.
He had failed to withstand Jang Jeong-ho’s aura.
‘Damn it.’
But he couldn’t show any sign of distress.
After all, not only Jang Jeong-ho and the outsider were here, but also Mapo’s First Sword, Seongbuk’s First Sword, and the Yongsan police chief.
‘If I show weakness here, I’m done for.’
So, even as he sweated profusely and endured the pain, an unexpected savior appeared.
And that savior was none other than.
“Kraaaagh!”
Jang Jeong-ho himself.
“Huh……?”
Why was the one who had unleashed the aura screaming himself?
It was an absurd situation that made him momentarily forget the stinging pain in his heart.
And even in the midst of it, Jang Jeong-ho writhed on the ground, letting out unseemly screams.
Thanks to that, the fact that Kim Do-ha had been overwhelmed by Jang Jeong-ho’s presence was quietly buried.
“What was that? Did the Gyeongbuk guy win?”
“Even so, rolling around like that……?”
Mapo’s and Seongbuk’s First Swords, who were watching the scene, simply thought the outsider’s aura had crushed Jang Jeong-ho.
After all, nothing else noteworthy had happened between them.
The only physical contact had been the handshake; they hadn’t exchanged any real blows.
However, the three involved—Jang Jeong-ho, Jeong Yeong-woo, and Kim Do-ha—knew the truth.
Only Jang Jeong-ho had used the aura of the First Sword just now.
‘What the hell? He definitely didn’t use his aura. Did he pull some other trick?’
Of course, even Kim Do-ha, who had witnessed everything up close, didn’t know exactly what had happened.
But for now, what mattered to him was.
‘Good thing it didn’t get noticed.’
He had successfully covered it up thanks to Jang Jeong-ho’s meltdown.
“You… what the hell are you?”
Finally, Jang Jeong-ho glared at Yeong-woo, half-collapsed on the ground, his lips trembling.
In response, Yeong-woo clenched and unclenched his slightly throbbing right hand, giving a wry smile.
“I just shook your hand when you suggested it.”
It was the truth.
All Yeong-woo had done was grasp the other man’s hand.
But once the handshake began, Jang Jeong-ho had gripped with crushing force, and Yeong-woo had matched it by ramping up his output, which caused the incident.
The ‘Golden Punishment’ had deemed the opponent an enemy and activated its pain-inflicting effect.
‘He doesn’t seem to have much equipment equipped, so he must have invested everything in his stats. He’s tougher than I thought.’
For Yeong-woo, it was like indirectly experiencing the raw power of a third-day First Sword—a decent gain.
‘Even one-on-one, I could win without much trouble.’
As Yeong-woo stared blankly at Jang Jeong-ho with that thought, the man flinched and backed away.
“Th-this bastard…….”
Even so, he couldn’t charge at Yeong-woo again.
If they clashed once more, it wouldn’t be a game anymore—it would be a real fight to the death. And crucially.
‘Fuck.’
He had no confidence he could beat this outsider.
The guy hadn’t even flinched after taking the First Sword’s aura head-on. He was no ordinary opponent.
“…….”
An awkward silence hung in the air for a while, until Seongbuk’s First Sword, Lee Yu-bin, finally spoke up, unable to stand it.
“If you’re done, come on in already. People are starting to arrive.”
Her voice was laced with amusement.
“You son of a……!”
Jang Jeong-ho glared at her, but Lee Yu-bin wasn’t one to back down.
“What? You made a fool of yourself all by yourself.”
She held back from adding “idiot.”
One of the “people” she had mentioned was already visible in the distance.
“Sister!”
Lee Yu-bin waved toward the back of Yeong-woo.
Then, Yongsan’s First Sword Kim Do-ha approached Yeong-woo and whispered softly.
“That’s Songpa’s First Sword, Oh Yeon-hee.”
“……?”
Flustered by the sudden guide, Yeong-woo followed Kim Do-ha’s gaze.
Swoosh.
There, striding toward them, was a tall woman entering his view.
“My god.”
Yeong-woo could guess why Kim Do-ha had pointed her out specifically.
Oh Yeon-hee was a celebrity whose face even Yeong-woo recognized.
“No way, that…….”
“Yes, that’s her.”
Oh Yeon-hee04.
Former pro basketball player, current Songpa’s First Sword.
Not only had she been named MVP in the domestic pro league for four straight years, but she was also well-known as an Asian Games silver medalist.
Of course, Yeong-woo knew her face purely because of a variety show.
Her fame as an athlete, combined with her height and sharp wit, had made her hugely popular at one point.
‘But why is she……?’
Staring at Oh Yeon-hee’s long shadow stretching across the grass, Yeong-woo doubted his eyes.
As he could see now, despite being a celebrity, Oh Yeon-hee hadn’t ended up on the dissolution vote list.
She had no scandals and wasn’t the type to make enemies.
And yet, she was a First Sword?
First Swords were basically murderers by nature. They had killed to become First Swords and would kill again if needed.
“…….”
As Yeong-woo blankly stared at the new First Sword, Oh Yeon-hee looked at the outsider with an expressionless face.
Then she glanced at Jang Jeong-ho sprawled on the ground, and finally gave a slight nod to Kim Do-ha before speaking.
“Looks like there was already some commotion.”
Oh Yeon-hee stood at an imposing 186 cm tall.
The long glaive she wielded only amplified her intimidating presence.
“Ah… yes. But it’s all settled now.”
Kim Do-ha gave an awkward smile as he replied, and Oh Yeon-hee nodded silently.
Her vibe was completely different from what he’d seen on TV.
Perhaps all the events since the reset had made her more reserved.
“Sister!”
Lee Yu-bin waved again, and only then did Oh Yeon-hee break into a bright smile, waving her long arm in greeting.
At the same time, she muttered through her teeth like a ventriloquist.
“The executive director is coming this way too. Looks like we should seat the guest separately.”
It was directed at Kim Do-ha, the host of the gathering.
From the nuance, Oh Yeon-hee seemed to know what had happened to Gangnam’s First Sword’s son.
“…He’ll be here soon. Understood.”
Kim Do-ha’s expression hardened, and by then Oh Yeon-hee was walking toward Lee Yu-bin.
Now, only three remained at the scene.
“What did you do on your way here?”
Jang Jeong-ho, sensing something off from the earlier conversation, asked directly, and Yeong-woo answered without mincing words.
“I killed Jeong Hyeon-sik’s son.”
“What… why the hell?”
“He suddenly showed up and started picking a fight.”
“…….”
Jang Jeong-ho was instantly speechless, like he’d swallowed honey.
But the atmosphere didn’t turn awkward again.
More people had arrived; the First Swords at the gathering were rising from their seats one by one, looking this way.
“……!”
They hadn’t reacted this strongly even to Oh Yeon-hee’s arrival, so Yeong-woo instinctively knew.
‘He’s here.’
As Yeong-woo slowly turned around, a sleek black hearse slid into the gathering area right on cue.
Caution
Condolences
“Ah.”
Yeong-woo’s heart sank.
It finally felt real that he had killed someone’s son.
Another black sedan followed behind the hearse, and Yeong-woo stared at it, assuming Jeong Hyeon-sik’s son was inside.
But actually, the son had been in.
Vroooom……
The hearse came to a stop, and the driver’s door opened.
Click.
Out stepped a man in a black suit, planting his foot on the grass.
Thud.
With the title ‘Gangnam’s First Sword’ hovering above his head.
‘Gangnam’s First Sword, Jeong Hyeon-sik.’
Yeong-woo murmured the driver’s info in his mind.
As if hearing it, Jeong Hyeon-sik turned his head toward Yeong-woo.
Rumble……
For a moment, Yeong-woo felt like he was standing before a wintry sea with gentle waves lapping at the shore.
It was because Jeong Hyeon-sik’s silently staring face evoked a cold, desolate ocean.
He probably would have recognized it even without the title.
That this was the father of the dead son.
Squelch.
Kim Do-ha and Jang Jeong-ho were already backing away from Yeong-woo as far as possible, and meanwhile, the passenger door of the hearse opened.
Click.
And the one who emerged was someone Yeong-woo knew well.
Lee Jang-ho73.
The only man to survive the scene where Jeong Hyeon-sik’s son had died.
Lee Jang-ho alternated between looking at Yeong-woo’s face and his name tag, then moved his lips toward Jeong Hyeon-sik.
Probably saying something like, “That’s the guy.”
In response, Jeong Hyeon-sik said something to Lee Jang-ho and placed a single chrysanthemum from his chest onto the hearse.
Then.
Shing!
In the blink of an eye, he threw a dagger that pierced Lee Jang-ho’s forehead.
“Gasp!”
“Huh?”
The other First Swords, who had been suppressing their presence, stirred.
Though Lee Jang-ho had failed to protect the son, he had at least helped identify the killer.
‘He’s going to kill everyone connected to his son’s death.’
Yeong-woo swallowed hard.
This meant even Gwanak’s First Sword Jo Sang-ik would have a hard time surviving.
Pffft.
Lee Jang-ho collapsed to the ground with a hole in his head, and from the previously silent trailing car, a group of men in black suits poured out.
Yeong-woo didn’t know them, but they were Dongjak’s First Sword Lee Han-uk and executives from Taewon Group.
They didn’t surround Yeong-woo or anything.
They simply dragged Lee Jang-ho’s body and loaded it into the trunk of their car.
And upon seeing that, Jeong Hyeon-sik finally began to move.
Swoosh.
Toward the outsider who had killed his son.