Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 233

A short while later, two sedans came to a stop outside. From them, a group of men in black suits poured out.

Yakuza.

They all entered the loan office, and Su-ho glanced at them before asking the kneeling loan shark, Horoshi, next to him,

“Those guys?”

“Y-yes, th-they’re the ones...”

“Good work.”

With that confirmation, Su-ho struck the pressure point on Horoshi’s neck and knocked him out cold.

Around then, the men in suits parted to reveal a man emerging from behind them.

It was Gokon, an executive of the Sumiyoshi Guild.

He looked shorter and older than the others he’d arrived with, but the look in his eyes was unmistakably that of an executive.

Gokon spoke.

“Are you the one? The person Horoshi mentioned?”

For a yakuza, Gokon was someone who understood manners.

He hadn’t started off with disrespectful speech.

That alone earned him points.

Su-ho nodded.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“And who are you? Why did you do this?”

At that, Su-ho took something from his inventory and tossed it in front of him.

It was Koki’s finger, wrapped in a napkin.

One of the yakuza picked it up and showed it to Gokon, who frowned.

“What is this?”

“I’m Kim Su-ho from Korea, and that’s the finger of a man named Koki, an executive of the Inagawa Guild. I’ll get straight to the point. I’ve come to meet the Chairman of the Sumiyoshi Guild.”

“You mean our Chairman?”

“Yes. Chairman Yasuda Hiro.”

“......”

Yasuda Hiro.

Just as Su-ho had said, he was the current Chairman of the Sumiyoshi Guild.

In other words, a name that wasn’t to be spoken lightly.

Normally, that alone would have earned him a beating.

But Koki’s finger, which Su-ho had brought, implied many things.

After confirming Koki’s current condition with one of his men, Gokon looked back at Su-ho and said,

“You could have requested a meeting formally. This is a bit dramatic.”

“I’m not a fan of wasting time.”

“What business do you have?”

“I’ll explain that directly to the Chairman.”

“......”

Gokon narrowed his eyes at Su-ho’s response.

Then, he finally replied,

“Then I’ll check and get back to you.”

With that, Gokon left first.

Of the group, only two men stayed behind while the others followed after Gokon.

Some time later, one of the remaining men got a phone call. After answering, he turned to Su-ho and said,

“You’re requested to come down.”

When Su-ho came downstairs, the back door of Gokon’s car was open.

Once he got in, Gokon, who was seated next to the door, gestured toward the seat beside him.

“Please, have a seat. The Chairman will see you now.”

“Great.”

After a short ride, Gokon’s car arrived at a rather luxurious apartment complex.

Even from the outside, it was clearly a high-end building. At the entrance, high-stat Players stood on guard—Hunters belonging to Sumiyoshi.

‘They call themselves Hunters, but they’re basically just yakuza.’

Su-ho and Gokon took the elevator up, arriving at the top floor.

As soon as the doors opened, a panoramic city view rivaling that of the Kaiser Cheongdam burst into sight.

Tokyo’s night skyline was dazzling.

But Su-ho wasn’t particularly impressed.

He’d lived in places with great views himself.

Shifting his gaze, Su-ho looked to the man seated at the head of the sofa, waiting for them.

It was Yasuda Hiro, the Chairman of the Sumiyoshi Guild.

Seeing Hiro, Gokon bowed respectfully.

“Chairman, this is Kim Su-ho, as I mentioned.”

“Good work. You may leave us.”

“Yes.”

With another bow, Gokon took his leave.

Yasuda Hiro was a young-looking Chairman.

He couldn’t have been older than his thirties.

But behind his youthful appearance was a man of substance.

‘Yasuda Hiro—he’s a current top-ten ranker on the Japan Grand Chart.’

Ranked 5th.

His nickname: Sekido Hiro, meaning “Red Blade.”

Not because he wielded a red sword.

But because he swung his sword until it was drenched in blood.

In other words, he too was a swordsman—just like Su-ho.

That’s why he had no guards with him when meeting Su-ho.

He hadn’t earned his Chairman position with administrative skills alone.

‘Been a long time since I’ve seen this guy too.’

In Su-ho’s previous life, he and Hiro had known # Nоvеlight # each other.

Which made sense—Hiro had been an enormous fan of Su-ho’s.

Naturally.

As a man who loved samurai and swordsmanship, Hiro saw Su-ho as a godlike figure who walked the path of the sword.

He was also a world-class Player who stayed in the top ten even during the latter half of the Great Cataclysm.

This translation is the intellectual property of Novelight.

There was no reason they wouldn’t have crossed paths.

With his signature smile, Hiro gestured for Su-ho to sit.

“You’re Kim Su-ho, right? Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

Yep. That was definitely Hiro.

He greeted Su-ho in Korean instead of Japanese.

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