Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Myeongdong Tough Guy (2)
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Han Seo-hee held the title of team leader at Ammunition Capital.
But on the surface, that was just a team leader position. No one in the company treated her like some ordinary mid-level manager.
She had her own independent office and a dedicated personal secretary. The perks were on par with any executive.
“I’ll submit the weekly report, Team Leader.”
Every Friday night.
She received updates on the group’s internal dynamics from her trusted secretary—someone she could call her right-hand.
Since this was an off-the-books activity, the reports came not through the company intranet, but on paper documents.
As the rustling pages flipped one by one to the end, Han Seo-hee’s face twisted into a complicated expression.
“Yoo Se-na’s personnel transfer? This… I didn’t see this coming.”
She looked dazed, as if she’d been struck from behind.
A few months back, she’d reluctantly taken Yoo Se-na from Ammunition Securities, pretending she couldn’t resist.
It was a calculated move, factoring in Yoo Se-na’s father, Yoo Tae-chon’s, financial muscle.
That’s why she’d kept it under wraps, stashing the talent away until the year-end promotions, making sure neither her father nor her brothers caught wind.
“Han Seo-jun, and even Kim Won-cheol. How much do these two know about Yoo Se-na? Wait a second…”
Han Seo-jun, gunning for the chairman’s seat.
Of course, she planned to team up with him someday. It would benefit her more than aligning with her father, Han Hwa-gi.
But ultimately, she had to hold the reins.
Anyone swept away by overwhelming force had zero bargaining power.
“No way…”
A sudden wave of unease flashed through her mind.
Then, a single thought streaked across her brain like a meteor.
‘What if… Han Seo-jun is plotting an alliance with Yoo Se-na and Yoo Tae-chon, just like me?’
Han Seo-hee snatched up the report in a panic.
The date. She had to check Yoo Se-na’s transfer date immediately.
If even a day had passed, it was too late. It had to be today for her to make a move.
“Please, please. Friday means today. Time… 4 p.m.!”
The wall clock pointed to 7.
With a harsh screech of her chair wheels, Han Seo-hee shot to her feet.
She barked orders at her secretary in a frantic voice.
“Track the driving route of the chauffeur assigned to the Strategy Office. Get it now!”
“Understood, Team Leader.”
Standing there, she bit her nails. Her heart raced out of control.
The tense minutes dragged on. Finally, her secretary called the general affairs team and rushed back with the report.
“Around 5 p.m., the car left and hasn’t returned. Passengers: Han Seo-jun, Kim Won-cheol, and… Yoo Se-na. Four in total.”
“Prepare a car immediately. No—use my car. You drive, Secretary Kim.”
She started to call for a company vehicle out of habit but hesitated.
The odds were near zero, but… what if her father or brothers tracked the routes just like she had?
And if rumors spread among the drivers, she wouldn’t even salvage a second-best outcome.
“Where to, Team Leader?”
Her secretary asked as they pulled out of the underground parking lot.
The destination was obvious. No need to overthink.
Putting all the clues together left only one place.
“Myeongdong! Yoo Tae-chon’s place, the Myeongdong tough guy. Ignore all traffic lights—no time!”
From the Ammunition Group headquarters near Cheonggyecheon to Yoo Tae-chon’s house in Myeongdong was a 15-minute drive.
Han Seo-hee kept glancing at her watch, then out the window, over and over.
As evening dusk settled, her anxious expression began reflecting in the glass.
By the time streetlights pierced the deepening shadows, the car finally stopped.
Her heartbeat halted with the engine.
“Am I too late…?”
A grand hanok house. Four familiar faces bowed in greeting.
She clenched her fists so tight her nails dug into her palms, sending a sharp sting of pain.
In the rearview mirror, Yoo Tae-chon’s image stared back—lips pressed thin, as if resolved.
“If I’m one step behind… second-best it is.”
“Team Leader?”
“Wait here. This’ll take a while.”
The click of her high heels drew the eyes of the four chatting idly.
Under the streetlamp’s glow, her figure emerged from the shadows.
Beneath her jet-black bob, heavy with shadow, Han Seo-hee forced a smile.
Her gaze locked on the Ammunition Group heir, who’d moved one step faster.
“Long time no see. All four of you.”
“Seo-hee noona? What are you doing here…?”
* * * *
Sunset light clung to the eaves, filtering through the latticed window to illuminate the plaque with the family motto.
Bold brushstrokes on ebony wood.
[The interest on revenge compounds.]
Yoo Tae-chon sat cross-legged on the floor of the sarangchae.
His rough hand traced the deep scar etched into his wrinkled face.
Even if it meant eating sword-rice again, he’d sworn never to join hands with the Han family of Ammunition Group.
But unexpected trouble arrives like a midnight intruder.
“Damn girl. Messes everything up on her own whim. And now she’s thinking of bringing a Han into the house?”
Before the evening meal from the household staff, a call came from his daughter, Yoo Se-na.
Her voice sounded flushed, a tone higher than usual.
‘I’m coming to the main house right now. With two guests.’
It was out of the blue.
His busy daughter rarely visited home, let alone brought guests.
When he pressed for reasons like a scolding father, she replied curtly, no hint of intimidation.
‘I found a counter to Han Hwa-gi’s headquarters director. It’s urgent, so I’ll explain when I get there.’
The line went dead before he could respond.
As the dial tone ended, Yoo Tae-chon pondered briefly and recalled the counter in question.
A hopelessly green successor with the highest inheritance rights.
“A twenty-five-year-old rookie. Stick him next to Han Hwa-gi, and it’d be like Prince Suyang and King Danjong.”
The first sensation from his mental image was the rough stubble under his fingertips.
That gray-wolf vibe went beyond looks.
Prey.
Yoo Tae-chon’s eyes gleamed like a beast scenting blood.
“Tie the strings right on that puppet, and we could aim beyond Ammunition Securities.”
Strike the uncle with the nephew’s blade and swallow the house.
More than enough. Per the plaque’s motto, revenge would compound with hefty interest.
Twilight had fallen.
The motto, sharp in sunset glow, now hid in shadow.
“Not bad. The girl’s grown up. Knows how to fetch prey now.”
The old wolf sheathed his claws.
Just then, a servant knocked on the sarangchae door.
The hunting horn sounded.
“Master, Miss Se-na is here. With guests. What shall we do?”
“Let them in. And…”
A smile curled the wolf’s lips.
“Treat the precious ones with full honors.”
* * * *
This guy.
He smiles, but that smile reeks of blood.
“Come in. Have you all eaten?”
The tip of fangs aimed at me. Those sharpened teeth could sink into my throat any second.
That forced hearty laugh hid more than goodwill.
“Looks like dinner isn’t on the menu. Heavy topics always give me indigestion later.”
“Oh dear, a big player like you, with such weak nerves? Hope my daughter didn’t pick the wrong man.”
The air crackled with tension.
The scar on the old wolf’s face seemed to demand I bow.
Like the gang bosses I’d seen in prison before regression.
Overwhelming charisma dominating the room.
But… looking back, it was nothing. Just bogeyman shadows painted scary.
I lifted my head. Calmly met the predator’s eyes and spoke.
“You’re right—I’m here to do big things, and your daughter did pick wrong.”
Yoo Tae-chon arched one brow, amused.
I held up two fingers and continued.
“I’ve got good news and bad news today. Which first?”
I offer the choice.
I set the flow.
The old wolf glared from his cushion, body still but mind circling me like a shark.
His probe done, he replied.
“Then, let’s hear the bad news first.”
“There’s a problem with my bloodline.”
Yoo Se-na beside me and Kim Won-cheol both startled for different reasons.
One from new info, the other from spilled secrets.
I sipped the green tea on the table, set the cup down, and added.
“I’m a bastard. Concubine’s son.”
Yoo Tae-chon’s face twisted at my words.
The enraged wolf bared savage fangs like a demon.
“You dare mock me? Trying crown games with half-blood?”
The wolf roared, jaws clenched, as if ready to lunge and tear me limb from limb.
Fine. No issue.
I had one offer he couldn’t refuse.
Crosshairs centered on Yoo Tae-chon’s face.
I steadied my breath, finger on the trigger.
Not yet. Just a bit more. A little more.
“Crown games. Nice phrasing. Now, shall we do business with the good news?”
Right now.
My index finger squeezed the cold metal.
“A bank. Don’t you want to become a major shareholder in a top-tier financial institution?”
“The Hans are dying to drain my blood! You think empty words can fool me?”
The blade tip hovered at my Adam’s apple. That room ornament—a wakizashi—gleamed in moonlight.
Snowfield under moonlight, wolf approaching, footprints trailing behind.
Blood spraying over piled snow.
“Asset-bank separation will become meaningless. A new era, new bank. Right here.”
My first smartphone in hand.
True to surviving decades in Myeongdong, he grasped it instantly.
IT fused with banking. Barriers crumbling on gold-bank separation.
The wolf with claws at my throat toppled.
His blade arced down toward the floor.
“Korea's first internet-only bank on electronic financial transactions. Now, major shareholder, let’s tally your price.”