God of Blackfield

Chapter 158.2: I’m Going to Get Stronger (1)

“If the Director of the National Intelligence Service gets replaced, then we will no longer be able to protect you like we\'ve been doing until now. You can get naturalized in France, at the very least. If that doesn’t work either, then…”

Kang Chan shook his head.

Everything he was hearing right now was absurd. However, he could not help but believe every last one of them since they came from the manager of the national Intelligence Service himself.

“Mr. Manager, I’m asking this because i genuinely have no idea what’s happening, but is my apology really as important as the impeachment of the President or the replacement of the Director of the National intelligence Service?” Kang Chan asked.

“They are probably trying to use the value that you hold in the world of intelligence to their advantage. They want to show everyone that even though you suppressed Russia and are working with France, South Korea still cannot fight back against China. Your apology will also allow Huh Ha-Soo to recover and save face. Above all else, it will help China treat South Korea’s Chairman of the National Assembly as their subordinate.”

“What if I kill Huh Geuk and Huh Ha-Soo?”

“Mr. Kang Chan! You shouldn’t do that.” Kim Hyung-Jung looked as if he was sincerely trying to stop him. If Kang Chan was to kill Huh Geuk and Huh Ha-Soo, South Korea would inevitably suffer as they witnessed China actually kicking up a fuss.

“The world of the Intelligence Bureau and the world of politics is certainly different. Those two are like night and day. Moreover, even if Huh Ha-Soo dies, the second and third Huh Ha-Soo is going to appear again. A lot of people still want to take that route, after all.”

Kang Chan pursed his lips, not knowing what to say next.

Goodness! If a high schooler apologized, then this entire situation would end with the Prime Minister resigning. On the other hand, if the high schooler held his ground and refused to apologize, then it would result to either the Director of the National Intelligence Service getting replaced or the President getting impeached.

“Can I discuss this with Ambassador Lanok?” Kang Chan asked.

“China will pretend to obey Lanok since they can take action any time they want. Moreover, the United States will no doubt join hands with China to deal with this matter.”

“Is there anything else you would like to tell me?” Kang Chan replied.

“I am terribly sorry, Mr. Kang Chan.”

Kang Chan only nodded in response.

“The Director wanted to come here in person,” Kim Hyung-Jung said. “But I told him to not do that.”

Well, it’s not like changing the person telling me about this would also change the situation we’re in right now.?

“I’ll be going now,” Kang Chan said.

Unable to say anything else, Kim Hyung-Jung headed to the door and sent off Kang Chan. He felt bitter.

“Are you going straight home?” Seok Kang-Ho asked Kang Chan.

“We shouldn’t stay here. Let’s go to the specialty coffee shop at the intersection.”

Kang Chan and Seok Kang-ho got in the car and drove to the coffee shop.

“God! Your apology alone can change the outcome of this situation. Seems like you have already become an extremely important person,” Seok Kang-Ho commented.

Kang Chan didn’t expect that Seok Kang-Ho would reach that conclusion just from hearing about the situation. He was so surprised that he could not even come up with a response.

“Those fuckers are funny! They kicked up a fuss in someone else’s country and now they’re trying to make you apologize by making even more threats and taking economic measures!” Seok Kang-Ho exclaimed. He now looked like a proper human being.

“That son of a bitch Huh Ha-Soo is acting like a fucking traitor!” Seok Kang-Ho continued.

“Let’s be real. That fucker isn’t just acting like a traitor. He is a traitor.”

“That’s right!”

No matter how important or huge the problem Kang Chan was facing, he couldn’t help but feel as if it was no big deal whenever he was with Seok Kang-Ho.

“That being said, what do you plan to do?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.

“I’m honestly not sure yet.”

“Why is the United States even kicking up a fuss?”

Smirking, Kang Chan answered, “They’re probably angry because of that fucker Xavier. I did beat him up, after all. Moreover, he’s now being held hostage in the French embassy.”

“Dickheads! Jeez, those sons of bitches!” Seok Kang-Ho swore as his gaze turned into a glare. “Captain! You should just head to France and kill all the fuckers who planned this!”

Kang Chan glanced at Seok Kang-Ho. “Calm down. We have never fought in this type of battle before, but there has got to be a way to get out of this. Have you forgotten that we have only ever fought in battles that we’re certain we were going to win?”

“That’s true.”

Jeez, you simple-minded fucker!

They talked a little more about the situation at hand. Kang Chan was looking out the window when they arrived at their destination.

As Seok Kang-Ho went to the counter to order, Kang Chan sat at the terrace.

Damn it!

Kang Chan thought that if he discussed this with Lanok, they were bound to find a way to get out of this mess. However, the problem was that China would be surrendering to Lanok and accept all their demands during the meeting but then immediately turn around and put economic sanctions against South Korea in motion.

Lanok had clearly said that Kang Chan would be receiving an apology and compensation. However, from what Kim Hyung-Jung had told him, that would only happen if South Korea was powerful enough to receive such rewards. If so, then why did Lanok tell him about the STB and pretend to be doing him a favor? Moreover, what did Lanok want South Korea to yield to Russia?

Kang Chan was frowning when Seok Kang-Ho approached him while carrying two cups of lemon tea.

“Why did you order those?” Kang Chan asked.

“We already had coffee anyway. It’s always best to have something sweet when you’re feeling like shit.”

Kang Chan smirked, then had a sip of the lemon tea.

It was fucking sour and sweet.

“Whoo!”

Afterward, Kang Chan took out a cigarette and bit on it.

Should Kang Chan kill Huh Geuk and Huh Ha-Soo? Thinking about actually doing it made him feel relieved. However, if he did proceed with it, the things that Kim Hyung-Jung was worried about would all turn into reality. China would deliver economic sanctions, and Huh Sang-Soo, Huh Ha-Soo’s younger brother, would take action. Moreover, Kang Chan would also be labeled as a murderer.

Kang Chan hated Huh Ha-Soo—who sucked up to others—more than he hated Huh Geuk. Now that he thought about it, thought, those two fuckers had the same last name.

Kang Chan cocked his head.

“What’s wrong?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.

“Huh Geuk and Huh Ha-Soo have the same last name. There was definitely one more bastard who irritated me and also shared their last name.”

“I only know about Heo Eun-Sil.”

Kang Chan looked at Seok Kang-Ho with a frown. He was about to remember who the fucker was, but the name escaped him again when Seok Kang-Ho suddenly brought up Heo Eun-Sil of all people.

“There was definitely another fucker with that last name. Tsk

! Who was that bastard again?” Kang Chan asked himself.

“Is it really that important to know who it was?” Seok Kang-Ho asked, making Kang Chan realize that remembering the name now really wasn’t that necessary.

“Whoo!” Kang Chan felt frustrated.

Kim Hyung-Jung couldn’t have felt comfortable asking Kang Chan to do something so despicable. Go Gun-Woo, who had decided to resign to protect Moon Jae-Hyun and Kang Chan, and Hwang Ki-Hyun, who had to order something like this to be done, likely felt the same way as well.

This was funny. The people who were actually trying their best to bring development to the country were forced to swallow their anger because China was oppressing them. Meanwhile, the guy who helped execute a terrorist attack and sold off South Korea’s military secrets remained free and shameless!

A fucker that represented the national assembly, huh…?

“Ah!” Kang Chan suddenly raised his head. “I remember now! It was Huh Chang-Sun! He was the airport division chief of the National Intelligence Service!”

Seok Kang-Ho stared at Kang Chan. His expression was clearly asking him, “What about him, though?”

Does that name really have no value in this conversation?

“That fucker was a cocky bastard, but I got him in deep trouble. For some reason, I feel like Huh Chang-Sun is on the same side as Huh Ha-Soo or Huh Sang-Soo,” Kang Chan explained.

“Even if that’s the case, what power would the airport division chief even have in this situation?”

“Right?” Kang Chan briefly nodded in response to Seok Kang-Ho’s logical reasoning.

What should I do?

While Kang Chan was feeling quite helpless, Michelle called him and asked for Heo Eun-Sil’s number. Kang Chan called Cha So-Yeon because it was just about time for the eleventh-graders’ classes to end.

- Sunbae-nim?

“Yeah, it’s me, So-Yeon. How have you been?”

- I’m doing good. What about you, sunbae-nim? How can I help you?

Women had a tendency to ask multiple questions all at once. Kang Chan could be perceived as weird if he were to answer them in order, but at the same time, answering just one would make him look stupid.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but I would like to give you someone’s number. I want you to pass it on to Heo Eun-Sil and tell him to call the number so she can discuss things about the school festival.”

- You’re going to be helping with the festival, Sunbae-nim?

“Yes—Mi-Young asked me to help.”

- Wow!

That exclamation came out of nowhere.

After talking for a just a brief period longer with Cha So-Yeon, Kang Chan hung up. He then texted Michelle’s number to Cha So-Yeon.

He had just taken care of something that was not relevant to the pressing matter at hand.