Chapter 91
Chapter 91
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 91
Chapter Title: The Minister's Demise
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They say life is built on blood ties, school ties, and regional ties.
True to those words, the Minister of National Defense's school connections were more than enough to bring him one step closer to his goal.
"I'm sorry. Due to internal issues, you'll need to come back in a week for an answer."
A week.
"We're truly sorry. It's been over a week since we submitted the review request, but no examiner has been dispatched yet. They've instructed us from above to tell you to return in a week..."
Another week, just like that.
The England branch chief's influence was steadily eating away at the time Lee Yong-un had left, all but forcing Myung-un's enlistment.
But Yong-un simply returned home without saying much to the staffer.
What sin had the staffer committed, after all?
Yong-un's heart wasn't cruel enough to lash out at someone who looked genuinely apologetic and at a loss.
Time passed.
Eventually, only about two days remained until Myung-un's enlistment date.
"Same as always today, I take it?"
"I'm sorry..."
Now the staffer couldn't even meet his eyes.
This wasn't just anyone—it was the guardian of someone applying for a World S-Rank Hunter license.
And that guardian was a powerhouse in the world S-Rank top ranks.
A figure who could potentially blow his breath on the staffer's very safety.
"I inquired and pushed as much as I could... but the response was the same. We're truly sorry."
But as always, Yong-un said nothing harsh to the staffer.
He just smiled.
"Don't worry. Things will be different today."
Unlike usual, Yong-un directed those meaningful words at the staffer.
"P-Pardon...?"
"Do you know why I've been sitting idle?"
"I'm sorry. I haven't done anything wrong..."
"I'm not out to harm you. Quite the opposite—I'm trying to pile sin upon the head of whoever orchestrated this."
Yong-un pulled out his phone and dialed somewhere.
Myung-su's voice came through the speaker.
"Tell them to head out now."
[Understood. I'll relay the message.]
The staffer's eyes widened at Yong-un's cryptic words.
And with that, Yong-un turned to leave, as if there was nothing more to see.
"Th-Then, is there anything I can assist with...?"
"No need. I'll be back tomorrow, so prepare the review properly."
Prepare the review?
No preparations or orders had come down at all—what was he talking about?
But the staffer replied with a bewildered expression to Yong-un's confident words.
"Y-Yes..."
One day left until Myung-un's enlistment.
'Do they think they've won?'
Yong-un chuckled at the Minister of National Defense's uncharacteristic silence as he entered the GHO Korea branch.
Patience was something Yong-un excelled at.
He'd endured as much as needed and prepared as much as required.
Now it was time to detonate the bomb.
"Today as well..."
"I've gotten word. They'll arrive in an hour."
The staffer, about to say no orders had come down even today, stared at Yong-un.
And shortly after.
A familiar face emerged from inside—not the staffer Yong-un had seen every day.
"We've met before, right?"
"I remember you from in front of that gate."
"I thought you'd forgotten."
GHO high-ranking hunter.
S-Rank magic-type hunter Maria.
Maria approached Yong-un with a smile, appearing for the first time.
"You speak Korean?"
"An S-Rank magic hunter can manage that much."
A faint red aura spread around Maria's body.
That must be the skill enabling her to speak Korean.
Yong-un nodded slightly.
The staffer gaped at Maria.
"Why is Hunter Maria...?"
"Orders have come down. Prepare the review."
The staffer's gaze locked onto Yong-un, eyes widening further.
"I told you, didn't I?"
Moving the GHO Korea branch, no less.
The staffer calmed his pounding heart, thinking this was why he was a top-ranked powerhouse.
"Hurry and prepare. He's waited long enough."
Maria's words snapped the staffer back to reality. He nodded and dashed inside.
Yong-un chuckled softly, and Maria's smiling gaze turned to him.
"Impressive. To think you'd move him of all people."
"With no information here, I had to leverage someone who has it."
Maria raised both hands in response to Yong-un's words.
"Unlike before, you're untouchable now."
"I've always been the same. It's the world's eyes that have changed."
Maria nodded in understanding.
Then, with a slightly altered expression, she said,
"If you could pull strings like this, you didn't need to wait at all."
As far as Yong-un knew, Maria held a fairly high position in GHO.
Yet her surprised look suggested the debt she owed was genuine—or perhaps she'd been maneuvered into owing one properly.
'Or maybe the opposite: someone moved to ensure she owed it right.'
Regrettable, but to keep the stain of Yong-un, the Night Slaughter Society leader, from tainting his pure family, it was unavoidable.
A life for his family.
That was the purpose of Yong-un's new life.
'A debt already incurred. Time to make full use of it.'
He gave Maria a wry smile.
"This way, I can properly land a blow on those who opposed me."
Maria's expression hardened at Yong-un's words.
The reason he'd waited all this time was...
"I show no mercy to those who bare their teeth at me. Better to rip them out before they can."
Yong-un's malicious intent came through clearly.
He hadn't been idle because he couldn't act.
He'd been letting sins stack up, biding his time until they were undeniable.
All to slaughter his enemies perfectly.
"You're a scary one."
"Am I?"
"Of course. After this, even he won't let the England branch chief off easy."
He could touch the England branch chief too?
Yong-un's eyebrow twitched.
'Just who did he move?'
His unease was brief.
The doors to GHO Korea branch swung open, and Minister of National Defense Jeong Myeong-hwan stepped inside.
"I came to see the GHO Korea branch chief."
Jeong Myeong-hwan scanned the area, his eyes landing on Yong-un.
Grind.
The sound of teeth gnashing echoed.
Fast, wasn't he?
Yong-un smiled at Jeong Myeong-hwan, who had rushed over mere moments after the review decision.
Jeong Myeong-hwan, trembling with rage, forced an awkward smile at the approaching staffer.
"I've come to see the branch chief..."
He wanted to explode in anger.
But his position and the onlookers—citizens and media—forced him to swallow it.
Yet contrary to his intent, the staffer stood firm before Jeong Myeong-hwan.
"The branch chief said he doesn't want to see anyone right now."
"What...!?"
Jeong Myeong-hwan finally raised his voice.
Yong-un's single move had severed Jeong Myeong-hwan's line to the GHO Korea branch chief.
Trembling with fury, Jeong Myeong-hwan glared at Yong-un.
Then he stomped over and bellowed,
"Let's talk."
"Ah, better to talk later. The review's about to start."
Smirk.
A victor's smile spread across Yong-un's lips.
"You won't have time to stand around."
At that moment.
As Jeong Myeong-hwan trembled, unable to contain his rage, a smile crept onto his lips, and a meaningful voice emerged.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You're a hunter too—you'll know when you see this."
Jeong Myeong-hwan gestured to his secretary behind him.
The secretary approached Yong-un and pulled a black cloth from his pocket.
"Know the Night Slaughter Society?"
A black cloth emblazoned with a crescent moon emblem.
The Night Slaughter Society's symbol, pulled from the secretary's body.
"No hunter wouldn't. Heh."
Rage drained from Jeong Myeong-hwan's body, replaced by a vile sneer.
No hunter in Korea wouldn't know the Night Slaughter Society.
The terror they embodied was deeply etched into the nation's core.
"If you're scared, hand over Myung-un. I might even call off the request, regrettable as it is."
A man meant to serve the nation and its people, colluding with the Night Slaughter Society...
A victor's smile hung on Jeong Myeong-hwan's lips.
'I've won.'
The Night Slaughter Society request—his final bastion.
Jeong Myeong-hwan had held it in reserve, only deploying it the moment he heard of the review proceeding.
"By now, the request is in motion. If you want your family to live, right n—"
That was then.
Jeong Myeong-hwan's smiling voice.
"Heh."
Yong-un's chuckle rang over it.
"...You're laughing?"
The smile vanished from Jeong Myeong-hwan's face.
His lips twisted in irritation.
"Hahaha, hahahahaha!"
But Yong-un couldn't hold back the laughter he'd been suppressing at Jeong Myeong-hwan's expression.
"You don't care what happens to your family!?"
The Night Slaughter Society.
That was his grand plan?
How could he not laugh?
The Night Slaughter Society was already Yong-un's.
"Mu-hee."
Suddenly, the reason Mu-hee had been waiting here made sense.
At Yong-un's call, Mu-hee rose from the shadows.
Yong-un chuckled at her fox mask, unlike her usual appearance.
Jeong Myeong-hwan, still clueless, smiled upon seeing her and shouted,
"Take him out! As per the token's request!"
But contrary to his shout, Mu-hee didn't move.
Instead, she approached Yong-un and knelt on one knee.
"Wh... What?"
Jeong Myeong-hwan couldn't hide his shock.
The Night Slaughter Society leader kneeling? To someone else?
But the shocking events were just beginning.
"Greetings, Supreme One."
"How's the matter?"
"Naturally..."
Smirk.
"We didn't move an inch. Instead, we neutralized the unsavory elements approaching your family."
The Night Slaughter Society leader was smiling.
"Unsavor... y elements...?"
In contrast, cracks began forming on the Minister of National Defense's face at Mu-hee's words.
"The Special Hunter Suppression Squad!"
His eyes bulged, mouth agape.
His final resort—the Night Slaughter Society—had ruined everything.
"Night Slaugh..."
"Minister..."
The secretary gripped Jeong Myeong-hwan's hand anxiously.
At the secretary's cue, Jeong Myeong-hwan's gaze finally swept the surroundings.
The eyes of citizens and hunters focused on the commotion.
"Ah..."
Jeong Myeong-hwan staggered, clutching his head.
"M-Minister!"
The secretary supported his body.
Yong-un approached the faltering Jeong Myeong-hwan and whispered,
"Don't think this is the end. I still have gifts for you."
He'd dared to bare his teeth.
Victory wasn't enough.
What remained was ripping them out.
"Th-This...!!"
The enraged Jeong Myeong-hwan rolled back his eyes, and the secretary hurriedly dragged him outside.
A perfect victory.
The power and influence he'd built were on full display.
"He's arrived."
As Jeong Myeong-hwan departed and Yong-un savored the win, Maria spoke up.
The architect of this victory—the fruit of Yong-un's sown connections.
He pushed through the revolving door at the main entrance and strode in.
The one to rip out the England branch chief's teeth.
The sole being to whom Yong-un had extended a proper debt.
"Kahahahaha! Yong-un! Good to see you again! Kahahahaha!"
World S-Rank No.1, the War God.
The 2-meter giant approached Yong-un with booming laughter.
A paper in his hand.
"Took some effort, friend!"
"Welcome."
The War God thumped his chest and extended a hand.
Yong-un smiled and clasped it, matching the War God's usual aura that shook the space.
Just like their first meeting.
They summoned demonic energy and mana, clashing foreheads.
Thud!
"Kahahahahaha!"