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Chapter 14




The Genius Grandson of the Loan Shark King - Chapter 14 (14/840)
<Hey! Dong-sang!>
#14
Hey! Dong-sang!
“Hey! What are you guys doing here?”
Everyone was surprised and looked at him.
The man, who had walked up to the table with a swagger, had tattoos visible through his clothes.
“What are you young punks doing, coming to a place like this to play around? She’s mine. I’ve had my eye on her for a few days. I was wondering why she wasn’t coming to our room, and here she is, fooling around with a kid. Gas, why aren’t you coming to work?”
The woman snorted.
“Why should I come to your room? ... Really, you’re such a pain, a real pain. I can’t come here anymore. What’s the point of this place?”
“What? What did you just say?”
“Why? I’ve been to your room a few times, and if I don’t even have a drink, you should think, ‘Oh, this girl doesn’t like me.’ You’re as big as a wild boar, but you have no sense at all.”
“Damn, I’m going crazy. Hey! Aren’t you guys going to leave?”
When the man lost the verbal argument with the woman, he shifted his target to us.
Thinking it was unnecessary to create trouble, I stood up and said,
“Sir, I’m sorry. I came here with my friends to have a drink since I’m an adult now. We were just about to leave, so please calm down. What are you doing? Stand up. Let’s go.”
Hyeon-seong followed my lead and stood up.
But Myung-soo showed no signs of moving.
“Myung-soo, stand up. Let’s go.”
“Aah, let’s stay a bit longer!”
“Hey, hey. Are you drunk? Let’s go.”
“No, do I need permission to book someone? Damn, what’s this?”
... Oh dear.
The atmosphere suddenly turned tense.
“Hey! What did you just say? Damn?”
“Sir, don’t take it personally. It was just a mutter to myself. And this is my dad’s place, so don’t raise your voice.”
As our table got noisy, the people drinking around us started to pay attention.
Even though the loud music made it hard to hear the conversation, some people thought a thug was causing trouble and started to leave.
The waiters rushed over.
“Oh! Sir, what brings you here? They’re still kids. That’s Myung-soo, the owner’s son. Please calm down. If you go to a room, we’ll give you a good booking.”
The waiters tried to hold his arm, but the tattooed man shook them off and started shouting.
“Hey! The owner’s son? Damn? What kind of kid is this? Call the owner. What are you doing? If you want to keep your business, stop this now.”
He approached Myung-soo and whispered in his ear.
“Why are you doing this? You’re making a big deal out of something that could be handled quietly.”
“No, what did I say wrong? Why should I care about others when I come to drink? This is my dad’s place.”
“Did you drink? Let’s go home.”
I tried to calm Myung-soo and leave, but he wouldn’t budge.
It seemed he had a thing for that woman... but getting involved with a thug wouldn’t end well.
“Hey, are you trying to ruin your dad’s business? Let’s go home.”
Myung-soo reluctantly tried to stand up.
Just then, Myung-soo’s father rushed over.
“Oh, Seong-ho. Why are you here again?”
“Owner, can’t you run your business better? Will you let my kids off today? Or do you want to shut down your business?”
From the way Myung-soo’s father treated the tattooed man, Seong-ho, I sensed the situation was getting complicated.
“Don’t do that. It’s not good for either of us to lose face, right?”
“Owner, do you not know that we’ve taken over Nam-po-dong? We’ve been good to you, letting you serve drinks, but you can’t treat me like this.”
“Seong-ho, I know. My son is still young. I’m sorry. Please calm down and go to a room. We’ll take good care of you.”
The nightclub’s ownership was complex.
Myung-soo’s father owned 51%, but the rest was divided among powerful people in the area.
This was necessary to run the business smoothly. With the collapse of the Four Gangs and the elimination of minor organizations, these thugs were running rampant.
Myung-soo’s expression was bad as he watched his father struggle, but fortunately, he didn’t step in again.
I grabbed Myung-soo’s arm and tried to leave.
Just as I was about to leave with my coat, the tattooed man shouted,
“Hey! Where are you guys going? Aren’t you staying there?”
“Seong-ho, let the kids go. What are you doing? Aren’t you going to leave? Myung-soo, go home and see Bok-jae.”
Myung-soo’s father blocked the tattooed man from approaching us.
As I tried to leave quickly, I nodded and left.
Slap!
If it weren’t for that sound...
“Hey, Owner. Are you making fun of me? I treated you well because you’re older, but now you’re sending me away after I told you to stay. What am I supposed to be?”
Everyone, including the dancers, DJ, and drinkers, turned to look.
Myung-soo’s father, looking flustered, held his cheek and stared at the tattooed man.
“Hey! Everyone, let’s shut down this place today.”
The tattooed man’s henchmen started to clear out the people.
It took exactly 10 minutes for the noisy place to become quiet.
“Owner.”
“...What?”
“Hey, treat me well. Damn, what is this? You’re getting old and getting slapped by a kid. How does that feel?”
The tattooed man, still fuming, gestured to us.
“Come here, you guys.”
“Seong-ho...”
Myung-soo’s father tried to stop him, but the tattooed man glared, making it impossible to intervene.
The tattooed man stood in front of Myung-soo and shouted,
“Hey! Try to talk back. What? Damn?”
“...”
“Wow? You were so bold earlier, but now you’re scared. Isn’t the world funny? You’re treated well as the owner’s son, so you think thugs are funny, right?”
“I’m sorry. Please forgive us.”
Myung-soo apologized, but the tattooed man continued.
“What is this because of you? Your father got slapped because of you? Damn, you’re really something.”
“...”
Myung-soo remained silent, bowing his head.
The tattooed man hit the back of Myung-soo’s head.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty.”
“Sigh, you kids. I’ll let this go today because you’re the owner’s son. Let’s just have a few hits.”
When the tattooed man showed signs of hitting Myung-soo, Myung-soo’s father intervened again.
“Seong-ho, that’s enough. I’m really sorry. Please consider our relationship. I’m begging you.”
It seemed he was trying to prevent Myung-soo from getting hit. Myung-soo’s father grabbed the tattooed man’s sleeve.
The tattooed man laughed in disbelief.
“Hey, Owner, are you making fun of me? It could have ended with a few hits, but you keep interfering?”
“Oh, he’s not my son. Hit me instead.”
Myung-soo’s father was always like that.
When we got into trouble, Hyeon-seong’s father handled police matters, and Myung-soo’s father handled money issues.
The person who loved Myung-soo the most.
When Myung-soo lost the use of his leg in the previous life, his father sold all his assets in Busan and left.
“Owner, do you really want to shut down your business?”
“What’s the point of running a business if I can’t protect my son? Let’s end it here and go.”
Myung-soo’s father was stronger than anyone. The angry tattooed man raised his hand.
I grabbed his hand.
“Stop it. We’re all sorry. My friend was drunk and made a mistake. Please let it end here.”
“Who the hell are you? Are you grabbing my hand? Are my eyes broken? Guys, is that right?”
“Yes, sir.”
The tattooed man, finding it unbelievable, laughed as he looked at me holding his arm and his hand.
I let go of his hand and said,
“No one hits a parent in front of their child. You’ve done enough. Let it end here.”
“Wow, you’ve got some guts. What’s your name?”
“Kim Mu-hyuk.”
“Kim Mu-hyuk? Do you want to work under me?”
A wolf cub wouldn’t work under a dog.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
At that moment, one of the henchmen whispered something in his ear.
“Oh! You’re the crazy dog from Dongseong High, right?”
“Do you know me?”
“You’re famous. When the troublemaker went to Korea University, the neighborhood was in an uproar, right? Wow, I’m envious. Do you really not want to work under me?”
“I’m sorry.”
His expression hardened at the repeated rejections.
“Hey, do I look like a high school kid to you? Can’t you see? I’ll rip out your eyes and suck them dry.”
“...”
Why would I work under you?
I was maintaining my composure, but the tattooed man seemed annoyed that I didn’t say anything.
“This kid is really a crazy dog. Look at his eyes. Is he really that desperate to die?”
I could handle one-on-one, but I couldn’t win against so many henchmen.
But there was a reason I stepped in.
One of the henchmen guarding the entrance ran over.
“Sir!”
“What? Why are you so noisy?”
“Dong-su, sir. Park Dong-su.”
“What did you say? Who’s Dong-su?”
When the tattooed man approached our table earlier, someone I recognized had seen me and left.
“Hey! Dong-sang!”
Park Dong-su’s unique voice came from behind.
But this guy keeps calling me ‘younger brother.’ I’m not your younger brother.
Turning around, I saw Park Dong-su entering the nightclub with a few younger men. He was smiling.
“What? Why is that guy here?”
The tattooed man seemed a bit flustered and stuttered.
Park Dong-su waved at him.
“Hey, who’s this? You’re Byun Seong-ho, right? It’s been a while. You managed to stay out of trouble.”
“What? This is my territory. Why are you guys here?”
“Hey, kid. It’s been a while. You don’t even greet me, and you’re still as useless as ever. The kid in front of you is my Dong-sang.”
Byun Seong-ho glanced at me.
“Are you here to work?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Why would I go through all that trouble for someone like you? I heard you and Dong-sang had a fight, so I came.”
“...”
The tattooed man bit his lip.
Park Dong-su, ignoring him, chuckled and gestured to me.
“Hey, Dong-sang, isn’t it nice to see this sir?”
“I’m not your younger brother, sir.”
“Haha. That crazy kid, he’s still like that even in this situation.”
Park Dong-su’s henchmen surrounded us, creating a heavy atmosphere.
Myung-soo’s father stood there, not understanding the situation.
“Hey, Seong-ho. Let’s have a talk.”
Park Dong-su, having settled the area, sat down confidently.
Byun Seong-ho, sensing the situation, sat in front of him.
“Seong-ho, it’s been a few years, right? Seven? You’ve grown, Seong-ho. Expanding to Nam-po-dong.”
“...Let’s just end it.”
“What are you ending? We haven’t even started.”
I couldn’t tell the exact relationship between them, but Park Dong-su was the stronger one, and Byun Seong-ho was the weaker one.
Seeing the conversation might drag on, I approached and said,
“Sir, I’m going home with my friends. Thank you for your help.”
Park Dong-su, looking at me, waved his hand.
“Hey, Dong-sang, wait a bit. Now that you’re an adult, I’ll buy you a drink.”
“That’s fine, but please stop calling me ‘younger brother.’”
“Haha! That’s why I like you.”
“This place is owned by my friend’s father. Please take care of him. And... the alcohol here is fake. Are there still people who use such thug tactics?”
Park Dong-su looked at Byun Seong-ho and chuckled.
“Damn! Haven’t you lost your thug ways? Why haven’t you changed since you were a kid? Who would play tricks with alcohol these days? It’s spitting in your own face.”
“...”
Ignoring Byun Seong-ho’s silence, Park Dong-su turned to me.
“Can you wait?”
“No, my friends are drunk, and we’re going home. Thank you for your help.”
Ignoring Park Dong-su’s attempt to say something, I turned to the kids.
“Let’s go. If I drink with you again, I’m a dog.”
“...I’m sorry.”
I approached Myung-soo’s father and greeted him.
“Father, I’ll visit next time. Mr. Park will take care of things. And please check the alcohol carefully. It seems they’re playing tricks.”
“Eh? Oh, I understand. Take Myung-soo home. Got it?”
“Yes, don’t worry. I’ll take him to my place and make sure he’s safe.”
“Oh, I’ll buy you a drink next time. Come before you go to Seoul.”
“Yes, sir.”
As we were about to leave the nightclub, Park Dong-su’s loud voice echoed.
“Hey, Dong-sang! Have a drink before you go to Seoul! I’ll visit soon!”
Ha, he keeps calling me ‘younger brother.’
<Hey! Dong-sang!> End