The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 147

#147

“Yoon Jeong-hoon is reportedly in Busan.”

“What?”

Yoshinori, the second-in-command of the Yamaguchi-gumi, stood abruptly.

A dragon with sharp, bared teeth writhed across his back, exposed as he stood wearing only a fundoshi [a traditional Japanese loincloth].

“Why is he in Busan? How many men are with him?”

“Only four. They’re in the Lotte Hotel suite right now.”

“Hahaha, the Lotte Hotel, you say?”

“Yes.”

“He’s walked right into hell, practically begging to be killed. Then we must relieve him of his head.”

Yoshinori grabbed a katana hanging on the wall.

As he drew the sword, a sharp light flashed, accompanied by a resonant hum.

He glared at the keen blade, which seemed to thirst for blood.

-Swish

-Hieeek

In an instant, the man’s hair was severed.

-Thud

The man, startled, collapsed.

It was a terror he had experienced many times, but to which he never grew accustomed.

The sharp katana halted mere centimeters from the man’s Adam’s apple.

“A mistake… means death.”

“Hai [Yes].”

He carefully moved his lips to answer.

“Gather all the members at the Lotte Hotel. We must give Yoon Jeong-hoon the best… final night.”

A chilling smile spread across Yoshinori’s face.

***

“Boss, isn’t this too dangerous?”

“I have no choice. I have to be the bait and stick my head in the monster’s mouth. Only then will the real boss [referring to the true power behind the Yakuza] surely come out.”

He had attacked the Yakuza who came to Busan with Park Chang-soo’s Hwashin Distribution several times.

They hid like ghosts, only to reappear and snatch away business.

The Yakuza were unexpectedly skilled.

Only wasteful disputes continued, and the damage grew.

He decided to take direct action.

Jeong-hoon decided to wait for them in the Lotte Hotel suite.

The Lotte Hotel.

One of the most important affiliates of the Lotte Group.

The Japanese-affiliated Lotte Group is not directly affiliated with Chunjihoe [a fictional Korean crime syndicate].

Nevertheless, the reason it could grow so much in Korea was because of its deep-rooted relationship with Japan.

If it weren’t for its Japanese backing, Chunjihoe would never have left this huge company alone.

That’s why he chose the Lotte Hotel.

To them, this is their turf.

They will definitely attack here.

“Boss, they’re moving.”

He was able to track their movements in real-time through Shinhwa Telecom.

And he was able to eavesdrop and steal videos through his cell phone.

That was the most fundamental purpose of acquiring Shinhwa Telecom.

“There are about a hundred of them. They’re all gathering at the Lotte Hotel.”

“That’s good. Let’s wipe them all out this time.”

“Boss, be careful. I still want to see the messenger that our genius Byeong-seok is making.”

“I’m the genius… tell him to hurry up and finish the instant messenger. Anyway, thank you.”

He hung up the phone.

Only four people were in the room: Ji Hyun-bok, Park Chang-soo, Kwak Hyun-soo, and Jeong-hoon.

“Can we really do this?”

Park Chang-soo’s eyes were trembling slightly.

“I can handle this alone. I’m not afraid of a thousand gangster punks.”

Ji Hyun-bok bluffed.

“Didn’t you get beaten up pretty badly, face all messed up, fighting fifteen to one last time? Oh, didn’t you pass out then?”

“Ah, that’s because I drank too much the day before, and my body was a little… under the weather.”

What amazing nerve.

“It feels empty without Eun-soo.”

Kwak Hyun-soo said in an unusually lonely voice.

“He’s gotten a lot better. He’ll be able to join us soon.”

Eun-soo’s problem was not physical but mental.

He only watches TV in the hospital room.

He smiles a little when his grandmother visits.

Jeong-hoon also began to feel frustrated when he thought of Eun-soo.

He was planning to relieve this feeling properly today.

“Boss, they’re here now.”

A text from Cha Young-mi.

One hundred elite Yakuza members entered the hotel.

He was in a bad mood today, so he had to vent properly.

‘Good, you bastards. I’m going to sweep you away today.’

He clenched his fist.

Park Chang-soo also smiled with satisfaction and spoke into the phone.

“You guys start too.”

***

-Crash.

The glass door blocking the entrance shattered in an instant.

Following that, men in black suits rushed inside.

-Ugh!

They swung the iron pipes and tools in their hands mercilessly.

It was a relentless beating and stabbing.

“Wipe them out, these bastards are traitors and pro-Japanese.”

At the words of the leader of Hwashin Distribution’s action team, everyone burned with fighting spirit.

They quickly took over the store and looked for the traitor.

He must be hiding in the warehouse full of beer and soju [Korean distilled beverage] boxes.

“We must avenge our fallen brother. Mr. Oh, born in ’58, come out now! If you come out now, we won’t touch your family.”

“…….”

“One, two, three.”

“Sa, save me.”

“President Oh Meng-gu, when you go up today, kneel down and apologize to our brother. Okay?”

A sharp knife was deeply embedded in Oh Meng-gu’s thick abdomen.

He collapsed to the floor with a distorted face.

Action team leader Ha Dong-gyun called Park Chang-soo.

“Hyung [older brother/term of respect], we’ve taken care of it. We’ve taken over all the other places too.”

“Good work. Deal with the traitors and clean up. Make sure the guys who are going to jail confess in advance.”

“Yes, Hyung!”

Park Chang-soo hung up the phone and reported to Jeong-hoon.

“The Yakuza came here, so we were able to push easily. The real thing starts now.”

“Are you scared?”

Jeong-hoon looked at him and smiled.

“Boss, you’re joking. I am a descendant of a martial arts family. I am the successor to the secret bodyguard of the Korean Emperor.”

“Ugh, I can’t even mention someone with such a dubious background.”

“No, it’s not that the background is important… I’m not scared, that’s what I mean!”

“Shh.”

Kwak Hyun-soo’s ear twitched slightly.

“Have they arrived?”

“They’re walking this way.”

“Shall we go out to meet them?”

A hallway is better than a room with all sides open.

We were the strongest in 1:1 combat.

He felt like the guys were standing in front of the door.

As he opened the door, a murderous silver light flashed before his eyes.

‘Ha, you son of a bitch….’

A furious kick aimed at the vitals in his lower body.

He felt two candies on the instep of his foot.

-Thwack, thwack

He felt the two fragile candies shatter into pieces.

-Aaaagh

He rolled around and fainted.

The Yakuza, heavily armed with Japanese swords, iron pipes, and chains, stood before them.

They were walking this way.

Jeong-hoon, who wanted to shake off his gloomy mood.

“I’ll take the lead.”

He leaped forward with a murderous shout.

The Yakuza, startled by the ear-splitting roar, also rushed towards Jeong-hoon.

Dodge like lightning and sting like a bee.

He dodged the sword flying towards his neck and punched a vital point.

They certainly had endurance.

They should have fallen in one hit, but these guys lasted quite a while.

Still, no one lasted three hits.

The Yakuza fell one by one.

“We’ll take care of the back.”

Kwak Hyun-soo’s thick voice reassured Jeong-hoon.

He pushes in without hesitation.

There’s no need to worry about the back.

Park Chang-soo’s direct subordinates pressured the Yakuza from behind.

They, who had learned martial arts, showed excellent agility.

The Yakuza, isolated on both sides, were dealt with one by one.

And in the center of it, a man who appeared to be the leader was frowning.

“I am Yoshinori, the second-in-command of the Yamaguchi-gumi. What is your name?”

“Yoon Jeong-hoon.”

“Could it be Yoon Jeong-hoon, the chairman of Shinhwa Group?”

Jeong-hoon nodded.

“Innate management skills, fighting skills, and even looks… God wasn’t fair.”

Jeong-hoon was embarrassed by the blatant praise from the enemy.

Jeong-hoon blocked the second-in-command’s mouth with his fist.

-Thwack

-Aaaagh

He felt three teeth breaking in his fingers.

Blood poured out between his hands, which were blocking his mouth.

“Take the key executives to Incheon.”

“Yes.”

Jeong-hoon smiled coldly as he looked at the people groaning on the floor.

In one night, he swept away the Yakuza who were clumsily trying to establish themselves in Busan.

***

Jeong-hoon, watching the people cleaning up, waited for Cha Young-mi’s call.

‘Have I been too nice lately? The work is too slow, it’s gotten a lot slower. Am I giving too much salary?’

He looked at the empty hallway. He must be somewhere here….

He thought about opening each door one by one, but he turned the doorknob of the room right next to him.

It was locked.

‘Damn it. He didn’t run away, did he?’

The phone rang.

“Room 4901 in front of the elevator.”

“Harlequin, your work doesn’t seem as good as it used to be.”

“Haha, I’ll work harder, Boss. Then be careful.”

She hung up the phone in a hurry.

He stood in front of 4901.

He kicked the door hard, and the door flew back with a bang.

In the front sofa, an elderly gentleman with graying hair was sitting.

“You’re not fooled.”

“Using a decoy is your specialty. You’re too young to be a second-in-command.”

“You’re sharp.”

“Stop with the useless talk, and tell me why you came. I have no feud with the Yamaguchi-gumi.”

“Do you think I’ll tell you that?”

Jeong-hoon nodded.

“Of course, you have to tell me!”

Ji Hyun-bok took out a knife and drew it long across Yoshinori’s arm.

“Ugh!”

Blood seeped out in a line on his arm.

“It’s a disgrace to the Yamaguchi-gumi if you open your mouth with this much.”

“What are you talking about? It hasn’t even started yet. The basics are 1 cm wide and 1 cm long. How thick should I make it?”

“What are you babbling about?”

“I’m going to fillet your body. Ah, you can’t stop once you start this. That friend of mine has risked his life for that kind of fun.”

Ji Hyun-bok’s eyes flashed.

As a faint smile flashed across his face, Yoshinori flinched back.

“Start. Yoshinori, the second-in-command of the Yamaguchi-gumi, will not succumb to such things.”

“Start.”

He was looking at Yoshinori, who was sitting in a chair, licking his lips and looking… delicious.

Just as Ji Hyun-bok’s knife dug deep into his arm, he shouted urgently.

“Stop, stop. I’ll tell you everything….”

He didn’t stop.

“I said I’ll tell you everything, stop!”

“Was that too easy?”

Ji Hyun-bok looked regretful.

Well, no one can stand having their whole body filleted into 1 cm pieces.

His choice is reasonable.

“The funds that Chunjihoe was paying to His Majesty the Emperor have been cut off. It was your doing. So, while I was looking for an opportunity to enter Korea, Lee Heon asked me to come to Korea.”

“Are you talking about Lee Seok’s father, Lee Heon of Star Group?”

“That’s right.”

“The funds for the Emperor were cut off, and the Yamaguchi-gumi came in… I guessed right. The Emperor was behind you guys.”

“Insolent. Show respect to His Majesty the Emperor.”

-Thwack

Jeong-hoon’s foot connected with his chin.

“You son of a bitch, he’s an Emperor to you, but to me, he’s just a worse thug than the ones in my neighborhood! Go and tell the Emperor. I’ll be there soon. Tell him to be ready to kneel.”

He dragged Yoshinori, who had fallen to the floor, out.

Jeong-hoon called Kang Cheol-joong.

“I’ve caught some Japanese Yakuza here. It will help with your performance, Master.”

“Heh, you’re the only one who thinks of me. Hey, isn’t it dangerous?”

“Well, these guys… it’s nothing.”

“Let’s go together next time, I feel like I’m going to die because of overtime. Chief Prosecutor Park Hyun-cheol is crazy. Jeong-hoon.”

“Hyung… hang in there. Let’s eat jajangmyeon [Korean black bean noodles] next time.”

‘Everyone else lives like that. If it’s dirty, fill your performance quota and get promoted quickly.’

Jeong-hoon, who hung up the phone, couldn’t just leave the Yamaguchi-gumi alone.

“Uncle, I think we should get rid of these bastards.”

“Are you talking about the Yamaguchi-gumi? It’s the largest organization in Japan….”

“The head of the second-largest organization, Inagawa-kai, is Korean. I’m thinking of using him.”

“Is it Yi Yi Ji Ji?”

“Rather than that, it’s about finding our ally. Please prepare to meet him.”

“I understand.”

***

An elderly gentleman wearing a white suit and a white fedora.

He looks more like a conglomerate chairman than a Yakuza.

He has a kind and smart face, but his mouth is pure trash.

Shin Byeong-gyu.

The head of Inakawa-kai, one of Japan’s three largest Yakuza organizations.

Jeong-hoon invited him to Jeju Island.

“Did this young punk call me?”

The familiar Jeolla dialect popped out of his mouth.

“I’m Yoon Jeong-hoon from Shinhwa Group.”

“Our Inakawa-kai is a little behind the Yamaguchi-gumi, but it’s still one of the top 3 Yakuza organizations… I feel a little bad about that. Anyway, why did you call me?”

‘Is his hometown Gyeongsang-do? No, he was definitely using the Jeolla dialect earlier….’

“You should be the biggest Yakuza in Japan, right?”

“Biggest? Can you take responsibility for that statement?”

“Of course. Do you need money? People?”

“Of course, it’s people….”

Mixing the two local dialects makes me dizzy.

“Is your hometown Jeolla-do or Gyeongsang-do?”

“My hometown is Osaka!”

“But…….”

“I grew up under a Gyeongsang-do mother and a Jeolla-do father… hahaha!”

Only then did I understand his way of speaking.

“Are you qualified to be the 1st generation Yakuza?”

“Hehe, young man, your tongue is rough. I’m going to take your tongue out and slice it up.”

He says cruel things with a smiling face without hesitation.

Judging from the fact that his Jeolla swear words are so good, he seems to have been greatly influenced by his father.

“Your mouth is very rough. It doesn’t look like your body moves well either….”

His eyebrows twitched.

He was trying to show off that he was still healthy.

The reason he is healthy is not because of his rough words.

It’s because he leads one of Japan’s top 3 Yakuza organizations, with 10,000 members.

“You have to keep your mouth alive. It’s not that you can’t be the 1st generation Yakuza. If a Korean conquers the night in Japan, there will be a lot of pushback.”

“I guess you’re scared because you’re old. It doesn’t matter if you don’t help. There are plenty of people who will do it anyway.”

“What?”

“It can be easily solved by joining hands with the oppressed Korean residents in Japan.”

“Huh, that’s not the end of it. Do you know who’s behind the Yamaguchi-gumi? Are you going to hit that too? ‘”

“Yes, we have to get rid of that too. An Emperor in this day and age? Even a passing dog laughs.”

“Hehe, look at this guy….”

Shin Byeong-gyu glared at Yoon Jeong-hoon.

The courage not to blink an eye when he mentioned the Emperor.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen that.

Not much left in life.

I had a feeling that something fun was going to happen.

The Cash King’s Genius Grandson, Becoming a Chaebol [Korean conglomerate owner].