Chapter 51

Chapter 51

“We’ve gotten word that someone is targeting you at the Academy.”

“......me?”

I didn’t know where this was going.

“There are more than a few people in the Academy who are targeting me. Does that have anything to do with this mission?”

I ask Parnello out of pure curiosity, and he shakes his head.

“Of course, something of that magnitude wouldn’t come directly to you or Corleone, they’d think it was just a prank by a bunch of kids, but if it came from one of Corleone organizations, that would be a different story.”

A request targeting me.

“You mean from an Academy cadet?”

“Yes. The request reads, ‘Injure Eugene Han, a cadet at the Seoul Hero Academy, for at least 12 weeks.’ It seems you’ve earned quite a bit of resentment at the Academy.”

Something about the way Parnello was smiling at me, looking rather proud, made me wonder.

I had to realize that this was the kind of life I would lead when I decided to follow this path, but I never thought I would be able to make others proud.

“The request came from the Kangbul office in Jongno, which is not part of Corleone, but it’s a kind of entertainment center that pays us protection money.”

Corleone is the master of the underworld.

Most of the organizations in South Korea’s underworld have a working relationship with Corleone, even if they don’t necessarily fall under its umbrella and it seems that the guys who received the request this time also had such a relationship with us.

“Since the request involves cadets from the Academy, it’s probably a good thing that we found out about it while they reached out to Corleone for help.”

“So what am I supposed to do?”

“As a request for your services has come into Corleone this is a case where Corleone has been entrusted with the assault on the heir of Corleone.”

In other words, this job is on Corleone. And the reason he called me here is because.......

Parnello was right.

After all, if I were to condemn them here as Corleone, it would only increase the number of people in the Academy who knew my identity.

So I thought of a better way.

“......Now, what is my cover story at the Academy?”

“As far as I know, it’s supposed to be the successor to the Hanwol Group affiliate that the lady used to run.”

“In that case, is my executive assistant, Han Seo-joon, also affiliated with the Hanwol Group?”

“Yes.”

That’s easy, then.

“How much did you receive for your services?”

“Fifty million credits, and the commission that goes to Corleone is ten million credits, which is 20%.”

“Ten million credits......not bad. Did you say it’s a strong-arm office? Let them do what they want.”

“......?”

“If you get paid, you should do your job. I’m just defending myself.”

And then I realized I didn’t have to be the one to do it.

“I’ll see if I can get a few of the guys in the organization who are in charge of security to transfer to the Hanwol Group security team, which I’m a part of.”

After all, I’m the son of a chaebol, so shouldn’t I have a bodyguard team?

Parnello shakes his head at my words.

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“Good...if I turn them against each other, they’ll curl their own tails.”

And if I could get information on the man who had paid for this job and use it as a weakness, I’d have a great advantage.

“What about the client?”

“Here it is.”

It was Corleone after all, and all the information about him had already been organized and filed.

“Hmm? Check this out.”

The man motioned for us to roll down the window and as Han Seo-joon rolled down his window, the man pointed a pistol in our direction.

“Stop the car over there.”

“Ha.”

I laughed because it was funny to point a gun at a member of Corleone.

After letting out a chuckle, Han Seo-joon glanced at me.

“Do whatever you want.”

“Okay.”

Han Seo-joon follows the man’s instructions and pulls into the parking lot of a shabby-looking abandoned factory.

The cars that have been following us pull up in front of us, stopping us from getting away.

“They’re amateurs. If I were them, I’d have stuck the car perfectly so we couldn’t drive away.”

Han Seo-joon shakes his head as he realizes the level of his opponent.

“Get out.”

Apparently realizing we can’t get away anymore, one of the men rushes out of the car and points a gun at us.

“Who do you think you are to tell us to get out, this car is-”

Two shots are fired simultaneously at the driver’s side window.

The sound was eerily quiet, as if they had done something magical with the silencers.

“Ha, assholes. Bulletproof glass, do you really think you’re going to get away with this?”

The bullets were aimed solely at the window as an open threat.

It was an old-fashioned gun that was virtually ineffective against the Awakened, but they seemed confident that it would scare us enough.

“Interesting.”

“......?”

“Aside from the Academy, this is the first time I’ve ever been intimidated by someone with a gun.”

The Master of Corleone being threatened by a gun. I felt like laughing even now, but I did my best to hold it in.

“You’re not actually carrying that as a gun, are you?”

I put my hand on the cube to show him a ‘real’ gun.

Then, sensing something was amiss, the guy holding the pistol quickly pointed the muzzle at Han Seo-joon.

“Hey, kid, do you understand what’s going on here? Pull out your unique weapon, or I’ll start with your driver, got it?!”

At his shout, a group of men armed with various blunt weapons began to surround us.

Judging by the enchantments on their weapons, they’ve mobilized the Awakened to capture me, an Academy cadet and were even chattering and giggling amongst themselves, as if they had the upper hand.

“I see, you’re still a kid. If only it were this easy.”

“Hey, we don’t want anything big. We’ll just break an arm and a leg and that’s it. How about that, nice and neat?”

The guy standing behind them walks up with a bat slung over his shoulder and states his demands.

An arm and a leg......I guess he was planning to win by injuring me before the all-out war.

“You don’t answer, well, silence is an affirmation.......”

He swings his bat in the air and comes at me.

I let out a sigh and looked at Han Seo-joon.

“Han Seo-joon.”

“Yes. Master.”

“Let’s get started.”

At my words, Han Seo-joon grabs his earpiece and speaks.

“Bodyguard team, let’s go.”

At the same time, dozens of black vehicles rush toward us from the distance.

It was time to stop being Eugene Han Corleone of Corleone and start being Eugene Han, a chaebol escorted by bodyguards.