Return To The Building Owner [EN]: Chapter 641

“What? Son-in-law?”

He smirked.

The man who had just thrown away his cigarette butt chuckled as if he found it absurd, then spoke to the man next to him.

“Hey, Park Sang-cheol, does this house even *have* a son-in-law?”

“No, *hyungnim* [term of respect for an older male]. I only know that there’s a daughter named Yoon Ji-soo in Incheon.”

Hyun-sung’s expression twisted at that moment.

The fact that his wife, Yoon Ji-soo’s name, came out of these guys’ mouths meant that they had already figured out even the family details.

“Hey!”

Hyun-sung called out to the man named Park Sang-cheol, who had mentioned his wife Yoon Ji-soo’s name a moment ago. Park Sang-cheol looked back, feigning confusion.

“What? ‘Hey’?”

“Yeah, you bastard. If you ever mention Ji-soo’s name with that dirty mouth again, you won’t *be* eating with that mouth today.”

“What did you say?”

“Are your ears just for show? Can’t you understand plain English?”

“Oh, really.”

Park Sang-cheol scanned Hyun-sung up and down, as if assessing him, then looked at the man next to him and said.

“*Hyungnim*, what should we do with this guy?”

“He seems to have something to rely on, so let’s check his background first. You never know, he might really *be* this house’s son-in-law. Anyway, we have nothing to lose.”

“Yes, I understand, *hyungnim*.”

Park Sang-cheol bowed his head to the man and then turned back to Hyun-sung.

“Are you dating Yoon Ji-soo?”

“I *clearly* warned you… not to call Ji-soo’s name with that dirty mouth.”

“This bastard is for real!”

*Swish!*

Park Sang-cheol threw a quick, light punch at Hyun-sung, intending only to scare him. But Hyun-sung’s hand lightly brushed away Park Sang-cheol’s incoming fist.

Park Sang-cheol couldn’t help but be surprised.

Even in this world, his fist was known for its speed. Moreover, he threw a surprise punch without any warning. Yet, the opponent brushed away the punch so lightly, as if he knew it was coming.

It was logically impossible.

But the fact that it *was* possible meant that this guy was no ordinary person.

And another person was surprised.

Hwang Seung-il couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Who was Park Sang-cheol? He was a martial arts fighter until last month. A professional one at that.

He hadn’t been a new member for long, but his skills were definitely the best among the team members. But this guy brushed away that punch so casually.

‘What *is* this guy?’

Hwang Seung-il’s head was spinning.

At that moment, Park Sang-cheol spoke to Hyun-sung again.

“Hey, what *are* you?”

“Why are you talking like that? Even if you’re a gangster, shouldn’t you have at least some manners?”

“What, a gangster?”

“Why, am I wrong? You pathetic bastards, preventing others from doing business over a few bucks. This isn’t right. Even if you haven’t seen or learned anything, how can you obstruct business like this in someone else’s establishment? Huh?”

Hyun-sung looked at the two of them alternately as he finished speaking. Hwang Seung-il, who was next to him, immediately reacted.

“Your words aren’t any better. Seems like you’re about the same age as us.”

“You crazy bastard, is that all you see me as? I may look young, but I’m over fifty years old this year.”

“Crazy bastard! Hey, Sang-cheol, this won’t do. This mad dog needs to be….”

It was right then.

*Flick!*

Hyun-sung flicked the cigarette butt he was holding.

A short scream echoed inside the restaurant. The sound came from Hwang Seung-il’s mouth, who was about two meters away.

The flying cigarette butt accurately hit the center of his forehead.

An ordinary cigarette butt would naturally have no power. But the cigarette butt imbued with Hyun-sung’s internal energy was different.

It was the moment when the effect of his morning meditation was revealed.

“This bastard!”

This time, it was Park Sang-cheol who moved. As Hwang Seung-il momentarily crumpled to the floor, his body instinctively reacted.

But that was it.

The moment his body moved, Hyun-sung’s fist landed on his chin first.

*Crack!*

With a clean sound, Park Sang-cheol fell to the floor.

It was over in an instant.

“Ugh…”

Park Sang-cheol, who had fallen to the floor, tried to say something to Hyun-sung, but his words were unintelligible. His jaw had already lost its function.

“I told you a little while ago, if you call Ji-soo’s name with that dirty mouth, you won’t be able to eat properly with that mouth in the future.”

“Ugh…”

“Shut up. If you make any more noise, I’ll knock out all your teeth.”

“……”

Park Sang-cheol couldn’t say anything. He had roamed countless arenas until now, but he had never seen such a fast fist.

*Slap!*

Hyun-sung slapped Hwang Seung-il, who was passed out, on the cheek.

“Huh? What?”

Hwang Seung-il, who had regained consciousness, was utterly dumbfounded. A moment ago, he clearly saw something flying towards his face. He tried to avoid it, but it was too late. The moment he dodged, he saw stars. Then he remembered nothing.

“I fainted?”

Hwang Seung-il then realized that he had fainted.

He dropped out of high school and has been doing this job for seven years. Many things have happened during that time, but this was the first time he had fainted. Moreover, unilaterally, without being able to move a finger.

“Huh?”

Hwang Seung-il’s eyes caught the cigarette butt that had fallen on the floor. This didn’t make sense. Being hit in the forehead felt like a hammer, but it was just a cigarette butt.

Hwang Seung-il looked at Hyun-sung, who was standing over him.

“Hey, what did you just do to me?”

“What? ‘Hey’?”

*Slap!*

Hyun-sung slapped Hwang Seung-il on the cheek again. Then he immediately continued.

“You *still* don’t understand the situation?”

“Yes? Ah, *hyung*… *hyungnim*!”

Hwang Seung-il immediately got up and knelt down. He was a person who had been knocked out with a cigarette butt. He knew from experience that further bravado in front of such a person was meaningless.

Hyun-sung’s words continued.

“First, chew that up.”

Hyun-sung pointed with his chin to the cigarette butt. Hwang Seung-il, having lived for twenty-seven years, knew very well what he had to do at this moment.

Hwang Seung-il immediately brought the cigarette butt to his mouth and started chewing. But even if he chewed, it wasn’t something that could be easily chewed.

Hwang Seung-il closed his eyes and swallowed it.

“This time, that.”

Hyun-sung pointed to the spit on the floor. Of course, it was what Hwang Seung-il himself had spat out a little while ago.

Hwang Seung-il immediately started licking the spit on the floor. At this moment, no thought came to his mind other than the need to survive.

Hyun-sung’s words continued.

“From now on, where does the cigarette butt go?”

“Yes? Ah, yes. It goes in the trash can.”

“The spit?”

“I won’t spit it out!”

Hwang Seung-il had already become a private under tight military discipline.

Hyun-sung looked at him and spoke again.

“Okay, then from now on, tell me in detail, according to the six principles [who, what, where, when, why, how], what happened at this restaurant.”

“Yes, I understand. The owner of this restaurant…”

Hwang Seung-il’s explanation immediately followed.

The explanation was long, but the gist was simple: Ahn Young-soon, the restaurant owner, borrowed twenty million won six months ago and has not yet repaid the money.

As Hwang Seung-il’s explanation ended, Hyun-sung immediately asked.

“So how much money do you have to pay back now?”

“That’s…”

Hwang Seung-il hesitated. Hyun-sung immediately opened his mouth.

“Do you want to die?”

“It’s one hundred and twenty million.”

It was right then.

*Slap!*

The sound of ‘slap’ echoed cheerfully inside the restaurant. One side of Hwang Seung-il’s cheek was already swollen red.

“You guys are really vicious. What’s your organization’s name?”

“It’s Shilla Savings Bank.”

“Shilla?”

Hyun-sung’s brow furrowed momentarily at the word ‘Shilla’. He had heard the name on the TV news recently.

Hyun-sung immediately asked.

“Is that the Shilla that was on TV a few days ago?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“A few days ago, you said that a pub owner committed suicide after borrowing your money, right?”

“That’s…”

Hwang Seung-il hesitated, without speaking. Hyun-sung immediately raised his right hand.

“Yes, that’s right!”

“Okay, I’ll let you off this time. But if you don’t answer right away one more time, you know what will happen, right?”

Hyun-sung lightly touched Hwang Seung-il’s swollen left cheek with his palm. Hwang Seung-il flinched and immediately lowered his head.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Okay, then let’s start again. First of all…”

Hyun-sung asked a question, and Hwang Seung-il immediately started answering. That’s how the two people’s conversation (?) took place for ten minutes.

Hyun-sung, who had finished the conversation, asked again.

“So you’re saying that your organization has a total of fifty people?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“And that number is managing this Gangwon Yeongdong area, from Goseong to Samcheok?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Hmm…”

Hyun-sung, who was thinking for a moment, immediately opened his mouth again.

“How many people are there in Gangneung?”

“Including us, there are twenty people.”

“How many minutes will it take to gather all the remaining guys?”

“An hour is enough, because they move by motorcycle.”

“Hmm…”

Hyun-sung seemed to be thinking again, then immediately opened his mouth.

“Call.”

“Yes? Where are you talking about?”

“Where else? Your boss.”

“Are you talking about the big boss?”

*Slap!*

A cheerful sound echoed again inside the restaurant. Hwang Seung-il’s left cheek looked like it was about to burst.

“Why do you keep making me say the same thing over and over again?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Call right away and tell them not to miss a single one. Gather them all. Tell them I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Hwang Seung-il immediately took out his cell phone and started calling.

-Hello.

“*Hyungnim*, this is Hwang Seung-il.”

-How did the soft tofu house go?

“It’s a Delta situation.”

-Delta?

“Yes, that’s right. A guest will be visiting the office directly in an hour.”

-How many people are there?

“It’s one person. But *hyungnim* told me not to leave out a single person and…”

-Hey, who are you calling *hyungnim* right now?

“I’ll tell you later. I’ll say it again, it’s a Delta situation. I’ll hang up now.”

*Click.*

Hwang Seung-il looked at Hyun-sung, who immediately asked.

“Delta situation? What is that?”

“It’s a situational code used in our organization. There are four stages, from stage one to stage four, and the last one is the Delta situation.”

“Is it in the order of Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta?”

“Yes, that’s right. The further back you go, the more serious the situation is.”

Hwang Seung-il was saying that he recognized the current situation as the most serious stage four.

He smirked.

Hyun-sung smiled. He never thought that something like this would happen in Gangneung. Whatever the reason, he felt tension flowing through his body as he prepared to test the results of his morning exercise.

“Hey, you two, gather here!”

As soon as Hyun-sung’s words fell, Park Sang-cheol and Hwang Seung-il quickly lined up in front of him. Hyun-sung immediately said.

“From now on, clean the restaurant floor for an hour. Start!”

“Start!”

The two men chanted at the same time and began to clean.

***

Third floor of Daesung Building in Gangneung.

Oh Myung-hwan, who was thinking for a moment, pressed the bell installed under the desk.

“*Hyungnim*, did you call?”

A man opened the office door and came to Oh Myung-hwan.

“It’s a Delta situation.”

“How many people are there?”

“That’s…”

Oh Myung-hwan couldn’t continue. Han Sang-tae immediately asked.

“How many people are there?”

“One person.”

“Yes? One person?”

“Yeah.”

“What kind of crazy bastard is going to take on our Shilla alone…”

Han Sang-tae was dumbfounded. Did this make sense? To take on fifty people alone.

“So what are you going to do?”

“There’s only one person, so we don’t need everyone, right? Don’t you think?”

“Yes, I think so too.”

“Just tell the Jumunjin kids and the Donghae kids who are nearby to come in.”

“Even that much will be enough, because there are thirty people. By the way, today is the end of the dog days [hottest days of summer], so it looks like we’re going to catch a dog [beat someone up].”

“Don’t let your guard down. It’s still a Delta situation.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Han Sang-tae bowed to Oh Myung-hwan and immediately left the office.

Oh Myung-hwan didn’t know it yet, but he was about to learn the price of ignoring the principle.