Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1529

Jung Myung-chul stared blankly at the hospital ceiling.

He had no energy.

Whether it was from the tranquilizers or from thrashing around too violently and exhausting himself, he didn’t know, but he just felt numb.

“Hoo…”

Jung Myung-chul took a low, deep breath.

He was definitely lying on his back in bed.

But he kept feeling like something was creeping up behind him. Even though he knew that was impossible.

“…I’m alive.”

He had escaped.

He would never get involved with those bastards again.

But the trauma he had suffered wouldn’t let him go so easily. It felt like Lee Hyun-soo, with his pale face, would come and smile at him any moment.

Twitch.

The image of Lee Hyun-soo’s face made Jung Myung-chul’s body convulse again.

‘I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all, those bastards.’

His mind was filled with rage towards the men who had captured him. But at the same time, his fear of them grew as well.

The existence of those hellishly hateful people, and the helplessness of not being able to lay a hand on them. It was a feeling Jung Myung-chul had never experienced in his life.

“Hoo… Hoo…”

Jung Myung-chul turned his head.

His eyes fell on the TV that was on.

‘Let’s forget it.’

It was better to forget it.

Just like Lee Hyun-soo had said, he could now forget and live. No, he had to forget and live.

If he didn’t turn his attention back to them, he wouldn’t get involved with them again. Then Jung Myung-chul could go back to living a peaceful life like before.

A peaceful life where no one would touch him, no one would bother him.

If he could just get that life back, those bastards…

At that moment, Jung Myung-chul’s eyes contorted.

“Aaaaaaaack!”

Kang Jin-ho’s face appeared on the TV.

The moment he saw Kang Jin-ho’s face, drinking coffee in a cafe, Jung Myung-chul’s eyes rolled back.

Then he started throwing anything he could grab at the TV.

Thwack!

A cell phone shattered the large TV screen.

The TV, with cracks spreading like a spiderweb, distorted Kang Jin-ho’s face.

“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”

Forget?

Forget, you say?

What a joke.

That face was everywhere, and that damn cafe was still expanding. How could he forget and live?

Just seeing a cafe sign while walking down the street made his legs tremble, and just seeing Kang Jin-ho’s face on TV made him have a seizure.

“Heuheuhok…”

Jung Myung-chul began to sob.

The memories of being held captive by those who had completely controlled him wouldn’t disappear from his mind. If he could, he wanted to tear out his brain and erase those memories.

‘Drugs… I need drugs.’

Jung Myung-chul’s eyes turned bloodshot.

It was impossible to forget these memories in reality. Then he had to resort to the power of drugs.

They were definitely under the bed at home…

That’s when it happened.

Bang!

The door was thrown open roughly, and a person walked in.

“…G, Grandpa?”

Jung Hong-geun, the chairman of Taekwang Group, whom Jung Myung-chul usually called an old geezer, walked in with a stern face.

Thud.

His steps stopped.

His gaze shifted from Jung Myung-chul to the side, and he checked the half-broken TV.

“Th, this…”

Jung Hong-geun gripped his cane.

“You mangy mutt!”

Whack!

“Aack!”

Jung Hong-geun’s cane mercilessly struck Jung Myung-chul. His head and arms swelled from the blows.

“Aack! Grandpa! Grandpa!”

“You trash who only brings shame to this family! You moron, you still haven’t come to your senses!”

“Aack! Ack! Aaaaaack!”

Jung Myung-chul screamed and curled up. But even then, he didn’t dare to resist Jung Hong-geun.

The fear of Kang Jin-ho and Lee Hyun-soo was a fresh, newly formed fear, while the fear he felt towards Jung Hong-geun was a fear that had been etched into his bones since he was a child.

He didn’t dare to resist.

“Chairman!”

Kim Sang-ho, who had entered, rushed to Jung Hong-geun in shock and hugged him.

“Chairman! Chairman, please calm down!”

“Get out of my way! Can’t you get out of here?”

“Please calm down, Chairman. I’m worried you’ll hurt your health if you get this agitated! You have high blood pressure!”

“Th…”

Jung Hong-geun lowered his cane.

Still not calmed down, Jung Hong-geun huffed for a while, then turned his body and went to sit on the sofa in the middle of the room.

“Bring me water.”

“Yes!”

Kim Sang-ho quickly ran to get water.

“Cold water!”

“Chairman… cold water isn’t good for the elderly.”

“You bastard?”

“Sh, shall I get something else?”

Jung Hong-geun slightly gritted his teeth, then took the water Kim Sang-ho offered and gulped it down.

Thwack!

Jung Hong-geun placed the glass on the table as if throwing it, and looked at Jung Myung-chul, who was curled up in bed, with angry eyes.

“Can’t you come here right now?”

“Yes! Grandpa!”

Jung Myung-chul jumped up and almost fell off the bed as he approached Jung Hong-geun. Even then, he didn’t dare to sit on the sofa and knelt in front of it.

“I tried to take care of a moron who only brings shame to the family, but now you’re going all out.”

“Who was it?”

“Yes?”

“I’m asking who touched you? Who was it!”

Jung Myung-chul’s face turned pale.

And seeing that reaction, Jung Hong-geun’s expression changed slightly.

‘Look at this?’

Jung Myung-chul was cunning.

At least, that’s how Jung Hong-geun saw him. Jung Myung-chul was an extremely cunning person, and he was the type to accurately assess how much power he could wield.

To others, it might seem like he was living recklessly, but at least in Jung Myung-chul’s mind, he had calculated that causing this much trouble wouldn’t be a problem.

But now, Jung Myung-chul couldn’t open his mouth.

What did that mean?

‘At least in that bastard’s mind, he thinks I can’t handle the people who did this.’

Jung Hong-geun clicked his tongue slightly.

Of course, there was no way a moron like Jung Myung-chul would have calculated correctly, but at least it meant that the people who had done this were not small fry.

“Tell me.”

“…G, Grandpa.”

“You bastard, still?”

As Jung Hong-geun gripped his cane, Jung Myung-chul was terrified and prostrated himself on the spot.

“Please save me! D, don’t kill me. Please save me! I’ll do anything. So please… save me. Please!”

Jung Hong-geun’s face hardened slightly.

‘This is?’

This wasn’t just the reaction of someone who had been beaten.

‘It’s like he’s been to the Anti-Communist Division.’

He had seen it a few times.

People who had resisted the regime would disappear for a while and then come back more docile than anyone else in the world. When their trauma was triggered, they showed exactly this kind of reaction.

And that fact further fueled Jung Hong-geun’s anger.

“Who was it! Who dared to do this to you? Who dared to touch a member of the Jung family! Tell me right now!”

“Hic… Hic, hic.”

Jung Myung-chul’s face turned pale. Then he grabbed his chest and fell to the side.

“Huh?”

“It, it looks like hyperventilation! Doctor! Is anyone out there?”

“Press the bell, you idiot!”

“Ah! Ah! Yes!”

As Kim Sang-ho quickly pressed the call bell, the medical staff rushed in.

They helped Jung Myung-chul onto the bed and began to calm his breathing. Jung Hong-geun watched the whole scene without batting an eye.

‘How dare they!’

He gritted his teeth.

For a person to lose their mind like that meant they had gone through an enormous experience that ordinary people couldn’t go through. And it meant that someone had dared to do that to Jung Myung-chul.

“How dare they, knowing who I am…”

Jung Hong-geun’s face turned red.

This wasn’t a simple accident or a matter of personal grudges. The fact that they had done this knowing Jung Myung-chul’s status meant that they were willing to go up against him.

Seeing Jung Hong-geun’s agitation, Kim Sang-ho cautiously opened his mouth.

“Chairman.”

“Police.”

“Yes?”

“Tell the police to just confirm their identities. Don’t arrest them! I’ll catch them myself.”

“I won’t let the bastards who did this eat prison food comfortably. Do as I say.”

“That is…”

Jung Hong-geun raised his head.

Something was wrong.

“Th, the police contacted us, but they couldn’t identify the perpetrators.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“All the CCTV footage has been deleted, and there are no cameras that captured the scene of the president being kidnapped. They also failed to track their location, so it’s difficult to find the perpetrators…”

“What?”

Jung Hong-geun glared.

“The South Korean police, who get paid with our taxes! Are you saying they can’t even figure out what happened in broad daylight?”

“Is it that they really can’t find them, or are they asking for more money? Which one is it?”

“I don’t think it’s the latter.”

Jung Hong-geun gritted his teeth.

“Connect me to the Prosecutor General.”

“Chairman… the atmosphere isn’t good these days. Contacting them recklessly could cause problems.”

“Atmosphere?”

Jung Hong-geun’s cane pointed at the bed where Jung Myung-chul was lying.

“Did you say atmosphere now?”

“Get out. Right now.”

“Yes.”

“Go and call my secretaries. And you don’t need to come to work anymore.”

“Ch, Chairman!”

Kim Sang-ho prostrated himself on the floor.

He knew that the medical staff was behind him, but he was in no state to care about his pride.

“I, I was arrogant. I didn’t know my place and dared to contradict the Chairman’s words. Please forgive me.”

“I told you to get out!”

“Chairman, just once! Please give me one more chance. I’ll work until my bones turn to dust.”

“You idiot.”

Thwack!

Jung Hong-geun’s cane struck Kim Sang-ho’s back. But Kim Sang-ho didn’t even groan.

“If you allow a servant who sweeps the yard to cross the threshold a couple of times, they’ll start crossing it whenever they please. Do you know what happens to such servants?”

“I know, Chairman.”

“You need to know your place. People need to know their place. Not just you, but everyone needs to know their place. And how dare those police bastards say this and that?”

Jung Hong-geun’s eyes flashed blue.

“Connect me to the Prosecutor General. If that doesn’t work, connect me to the party leader. I need to know how this happened.”

Jung Hong-geun looked at Jung Myung-chul, who was lying on the bed.

‘You pathetic bastard.’

He didn’t know what he had gone through, but for a man who had the blood of the Jung family to be in such a state.

‘When I was attacked by terrorists and stabbed by those who called me a pro-Japanese collaborator, I went to work and did my job the next day.’ That was the attitude of someone who carried the Jung name.

“I don’t know who they are, but they seem to have forgotten who I am. That’s the problem. If you don’t beat the Joseon [Korean] bastards every now and then, they’ll overstep their bounds.”

Jung Hong-geun threw his cane on the floor and coldly declared.

“Connect me, now!”

“Yes! Chairman!”

Kim Sang-ho closed his eyes tightly and took out his cell phone.

‘Things are getting too big.’

And maybe this wasn’t the end.

Kim Sang-ho sensed that a huge storm that could decide his life was approaching.