Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 191

"What... How...?!"

Song Kang-cheon couldn’t believe his eyes.

His sword—his treasured Black Dragon Blade—wasn’t just any weapon. It had been custom-made by a renowned blacksmith player!

And yet, it had been sliced in half like a worthless piece of scrap.

"......."

"......."

"......."

Everyone present was utterly stunned—including Song Kang-cheon’s elite subordinates and even his fallen younger brother, Song Kang-chul.

They all knew exactly what kind of weapon that sword was.

But Su-ho didn’t stop there.

Slaaash!

His blade cut cleanly through Song Kang-cheon’s shoulder, slicing diagonally across his torso.

Blood sprayed into the air.

Without hesitation, Su-ho pulled out the Guiyeong Spear and drove it into Song Kang-cheon’s shadow.

[ Shadow Binding activated. ]

[ Shadow Bleeding activated. ]

Notifications popped up in his vision.

Song Kang-cheon froze in place, completely immobilized.

Su-ho tilted his head.

"What’s wrong? You came here to have fun? Why do you all look so surprised?"

These idiots.

This wasn’t some friendly spar.

Why were they standing around in shock like this?

Su-ho reached out and struck Song Kang-cheon’s pressure points, rendering him completely immobile. Then, he turned toward the stunned subordinates and gestured.

"One of you, come here."

They exchanged nervous glances.

Sigh.

Why did people always make him repeat himself?

Su-ho spoke again.

"Whoever helps me first gets off easy. First come, first served."

The fastest thinker among them instantly ran over.

"I-I’ll help!"

"Smart guy. What’s your name?"

"Kim Hyun-seok."

"Alright, Hyun-seok. I just subdued both Song brothers, and all of you have lost your will to fight, correct?"

"Yes...?"

"Good. That means all that’s left is confiscating the smuggled goods and rounding up those Japanese bastards over there. Since Raid and Inagawa are blood brothers, you should know exactly who those people are, right?"

"Yes...?"

"Great. So, where are the goods for today’s deal?"

Hyun-seok hesitated before pointing at Song Kang-cheon.

"They’re in the boss’s inventory."

"...Seriously?"

What a hassle.

Of course, keeping everything in an inventory was the most secure method for a smuggler.

Unless someone had a special item or skill, there was no way to access another person’s inventory.

Su-ho sighed.

"Got any paper and a pen?"

"Uh... no, but I can find some."

"Good. In the meantime, start writing down the names of every Inagawa member here. It'll make things easier later."

"Understood!"

"Efficient. You’ll do well in society."

"Thank you, sir!"

"What are you thanking me for? By the way, who's their leader?"

"That would be Suiru."

Suiru.

Su-ho had no idea what that name meant, but it sounded stupid.

He patted Hyun-seok on the shoulder and approached the Inagawa guild members.

There were eight of them—clearly chosen to match Raid’s numbers.

Su-ho walked straight to the man sitting alone at the table.

If he was drinking alone, he was probably the leader.

Taking a seat across from him, Su-ho picked up a bottle of soju and gestured toward the man’s empty glass.

"In Japan, isn’t it considered rude to leave a glass empty?"

"......You speak Japanese?"

"Yeah. My work required me to learn a few foreign languages."

Unsurprisingly, Su-ho was fluent.

During his time in the Special Division, he had frequently traveled overseas. He couldn’t always rely on interpreters, so he had been forced to study foreign languages himself.

There were interpreter-type items available, but they had only been discovered later in the Great Cataclysm.

As a result, Su-ho had learned to read and write Japanese, English, Chinese, and Russian.

He continued.

"Are you not going to take the drink?"

"Haha, sure. Why not?"

Suiru accepted the drink and downed it.

Then, he reached for the bottle to pour one for Su-ho in return.

Su-ho waved a hand.

"Ah, I’ll pass. I’m on duty right now."

"On duty? Hahaha! That’s a good joke. A man on duty is offering me a drink?"

"Of course. You should enjoy it while you can—because you won’t be having any for at least a few years."

"...What?"

"Did you really think you’d commit crimes in Korea and just waltz back home? All of you are under arrest."

"You think you can just take us in?"

"Why is this so hard to understand? Is it because you’re an uneducated Yakuza? Maybe you should read a book sometime. Being caught red-handed means getting arrested on the spot."

"Haha... Hahaha... What a lunatic."

Suiru exchanged glances with his men and chuckled.

Then, he casually emptied the rest of his glass.

"Alright. Go ahead and try it."

With that, he pulled a knife from his coat.

And it wasn’t just him—every one of his men drew similar weapons.

They looked like simple sashimi knives, but Su-ho knew better.

They were probably classified as dagger-type weapons.

Still, the fact that they carried those of all things...

"Figures. Even their weapons scream ‘Yakuza.’"

Su-ho sighed and materialized his Blood Weapon in the shape of a sashimi knife.

Wouldn’t it be humiliating for them to be defeated by their own weapon?

The Yakuza thugs sneered.

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"What’s so funny? You guys do know what happens to jokers, right?"

"The hell are you talking about? Kill him!"

At Suiru’s command, his men lunged.

Wow.

At least these guys had loyalty.

Unlike some people.

But that would be the biggest mistake of their lives.

Su-ho caught the wrist of the first man who attacked him.

With a single twist, he dislocated it and drove his blade into the gap between the man’s ribs—missing his vital organs on purpose.

No instant kills.

These guys had to stay alive.