God of Blackfield

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“Give me the kukri,” Kang Chan said.

Seok Kang-Ho took out two kukris from the small bag and handed one to Kang Chan.

Swoosh.

When Kang Chan grabbed the handle and unsheathed the kukri, its terrifyingly sharpened blade was revealed.
He was satisfied.

“I’ll go up with the duck and open the door.
Come up to the house then,” Kang Chan ordered Seok Kang-Ho.

“How would I know you’ve opened the door while I’m down here?”

“We’re on a mountain.
You’re going to hear everything no matter what sound they make.”

“Let’s go there together.”

“Hey! It’s just three ducks.
Those fuckers would catch on to us immediately if we go up together.
I can pass through alone somehow since I’m also wearing a casual outfit.”

Seok Kang-Ho looked at Kang Chan’s clothes, then twisted his lips.
Kang Chan definitely looked like a different person from when he wore a suit.

“Give me a cigarette,” Kang Chan said.

“If need be, break a window.”

As Kang Chan was smoking with Seok Kang-Ho, Oh Gwang-Taek came out of the restaurant with a paper bag that had a plastic string hanging on it.

“Captain,” Seok Kang-Ho called.

“What?”

“If I don’t hear anything for more than five minutes, then I’m just going to go up.”

“Okay.”

Kang Chan hid the kukri on his waist behind his back, then took the three paper bags from Oh Gwang-Taek.

“I’m going.
Right! How much does this cost?” Kang Chan asked Oh Gwang-Taek.

“It’s 150,000 won.
Hey! What’s the signal? Wait for a bit before going.
I still have to call my men.”

“We’ve already planned everything out, so just follow Seok Kang-Ho.
Put them in a call and tell them to go up the house once you hear me fighting.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going!”

Kang Chan inhaled, then followed the road up the house.

Past the restaurant, the path turned into a dirt track.
Kang Chan thought people should’ve put concrete on it and turned it into an actual road.
The ground was bare, so it had a long sunken line on either side of the narrow track.
They were the distance of car wheels apart.

Step.
Step.

Kang Chan walked while blinking to release the tension in his eyes.
Having the kukri on his back felt great.

‘I see it now.’

Just like what Oh Gwang-Taek told him, the house came into view when Kang Chan went up a bit the mountain path.
It was as if it was hiding on the left side.
Rather than a villa, it was a common and old two-story western-style house.

Inside the barred gate was a parking lot that doubled as a garden, and to its right was the front door.
The house also had a veranda on the second floor and marble stairs that led to the second floor from outside the house.

The time had come.
Here, Kang Chan would find the people that ordered Kang Dae Kyung and Lanok’s death.

The gate came up to Kang Chan’s chest.
He pressed the bell that was attached to it.
The windows were frosted, so he couldn’t see inside the living room from where he was at all.

“Who is it?”

“I brought the grilled duck,” Kang Chan answered.

After a short silence had passed…

Beep! Rattle!

The door opened.
Kang Chan got nervous for a moment because he thought that the sons of bitches were suspicious of him.
He went across the yard without hesitation.

Kang Chan pulled the front door to open it, but it was locked from the inside.

“Wait!” Someone shouted.
Kang Chan could hear the sound of the padlock turning.

Creak.

The front door opened.
A mean-looking man held the door open with his foot, then held out his hand.

“How much is it?” he asked Kang Chan.

“It’s 150,000 won.”

Kang Chan handed over the three paper bags to the guy.

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“Ah, you fucker.
You should’ve given them to me after I’ve taken out the money.”

Kang Chan glanced inside the house as the man grumbled.

“Here!” The guy held out the money, and Kang Chan stared at his face.

“What are you doing, fucker?! Take the money already!”

A guy that had been sitting on the living room sofa leaned his upper body to the side.
He then looked in Kang Chan’s direction.
The moment when their eyes met, Kang Chan’s heart sank coldly.
The look in his eyes showed that he was a professional at the level of the people that went to the hotel to try and kill Lanok.
Plus, there weren’t just one or two of them here.

“Why is this fucker still isn’t taking the money?”

As the person that received the ducks was swearing, the guy on the sofa quickly got up.
He recognized Kang Chan.
No, they recognized each other.

“Move!”

The man yelled while running to the front door.

Whoosh! Slice!

Kang Chan pulled out the kukri and slit the neck of the person in front of him.

“Cough! Cough!”

Crash!

As his first opponent grasped onto his neck and bumped against the shoe shelf, Kang Chan ran and took a step into the entrance.
The guy that had been on the sofa took a step forward from inside the doorway.

Pow.
Pow-pow-pow-pow.
Slice! Pow-pow.

Even though Kang Chan had sliced the guy’s right elbow with the kukri, he still couldn’t overpower him even a bit.

Bam! Stab!

Kang Chan and his enemy’s elbows crashed against each other twice in front of their faces.

At that moment, other people moved quickly into the living room.

1.
ondol is a heating system in Korea.
Its underfloor heating uses direct heat transfer from wood smoke to heat the underside of the floor ☜