16. Go Minji’s Night
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A black stone dropped onto the worn Go board.
Right at the center, the Tengen.
It was a spot rarely used, yet the black stone occupied it without hesitation.
“Hah.”
Go Youngman clicked his tongue and picked up a white stone to respond.
“This ga of Go… it’s really strange.”
“...”
“Sotis, what looks like the wrong move ends up being the perfect one in hindsight.”
He picked up another black stone and countered the white.
A sharp battle unfolded.
An intense fight where not a single move could be made carelessly.
But from an outsider’s perspective, it looked like he was simply playing against himself, beating his own drum.
“And those kinds of moves? They’re always the most powerful.”
Clicking his tongue again, Go Youngman shook his head and placed the white stone at the first line. Resignation.
“…Chairman, why not try implenting AI?”
Unable to watch any longer, his chief secretary discreetly suggested it. But Go Youngman shook his head.
“Don’t you know that using Go AI violates regulations?”
“But playing alone like this—are you sure it’s effective? Should I call in a few masters?”
“No need. Why drag busy people here? This board is all I need.”
“...”
He cleared the stones off the board and started again, placing the first black stone.
“And listen. If you really want to shock people, bringing in so teachers and taking lessons won’t cut it. That’s weak. For this to make waves, I have to start alone, figure it out myself, and then conquer the Go world. That’s how you earn respect! Go Youngman, the autodidact who dominates the Go world! Doesn’t that sound amazing?”
“...”
Seeing how resolute his boss was, the chief secretary bowed slightly and stepped back.
“Just watch. Next year’s Go league will be filled with my na.”
“Yes, sir.”
“By the way, I hear things are noisy these days?”
“Ah, yes. The whole country is in an uproar because of what the Young Master did.”
There was only one person Go Youngman would call “Young Master.”
Go Muyeol.
His grandson, the son of Go Mujin, and the only male direct descendant.
He was also the thoughtful kid who had gifted Go Youngman this Go board.
“So, what, he started work on the Namdong Industrial Complex?”
“Yes, sir. He collaborated with the Police Bureau, the Prosecution Office, the City Defense Force, and Militaris to completely crush Namdong Industrial Complex by force.”
“Quite the dangerous place.”
Go Youngman stretched out his hand.
His secretary imdiately handed over the docunts.
For a while, the Go match was paused. The only sound left was the rustling of papers being turned.
“That brat. He quit drugs, cleaned up his act, and now he’s out there making real moves. Hm.”
A smile crept across Go Youngman’s lips.
Sure, the boy was a bit too fond of won and had so reckless tendencies, but in his eyes, that was perfectly acceptable.
“Everything’s fine, but what’s this about him beating up the district mayor? What the hell happened there?”
He finally noticed it.
Go Muyeol had crashed the district mayor’s speech and assaulted her.
It had been broadcast live, so a significant number of people witnessed it firsthand. Even now, the video was circulating online, but surprisingly, the public reaction wasn’t bad.
With public resentnt and disdain for politicians at an all-ti high, most people found the incident satisfying. So even joked that killing her outright might have been better.
Of course, this was largely thanks to Go Muyeol’s later staged interview with reporters.
He frad himself as soone making painful sacrifices for the citizens of Incheon and the Namdong Industrial Complex. anwhile, the district mayor ca off as an obstructionist hag.
“The Young Master approached the mayor to facilitate the operation. Essentially, he wanted her to use her authority during the redevelopnt to grant favorable conditions to his corporation. But the mayor got greedy. She delayed all of the Young Master’s requests, then showed up at the scene pretending she had planned everything from the start. That pissed him off.”
“Click.”
Go Youngman clicked his tongue.
“Do you know what I value most?”
“…I’m not sure, sir.”
“Knowing your place!”
“...”
Go Youngman tapped his finger against his temple and dropped the papers onto the table.
“If soone doesn’t know their place, they’ll end up getting hurt. How dare a district mayor try to block my grandson? Is that sothing a sane person would do?”
“She’s affiliated with the Progressive Innovation Party.”
“...”
Go Youngman paused mid-tap, smacked his lips, and lowered his hand.
“The sa idiots who still think the Earth is flat?”
“Yes, sir.”
With a heavy sigh, Go Youngman stood up.
Shaking his head, he buttoned up his robe.
“Well, we’ve let her off the hook long enough. Wrap this up.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll handle it.”
The political calculus had favored keeping the mayor in place until now, but Go Youngman no longer saw the need for restraint.
If she was in Muyeol’s way, she had to go. There was no reason to keep her around.
“Muyeol wants Incheon. Make sure it happens.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And keep it quiet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Min-young’s thods are too loud. They’re flashy, but it’s burdenso. We need to think about Muyeol too. He wants to handle this himself.”
“I’ll take care of it discreetly, so the Young Master doesn’t notice.”
“Good.”
*****
Namdong Industrial Complex Returns to Citizens After 30 Years—Who is Go Muyeol, Leading the Redevelopnt?
Police and Prosecution Conduct Joint Operation… Unprecedented Military-Scale Assault.
What Exactly is Namdong Industrial Complex?
Incheon Again! The Largest Massacre Since the Dawn of History.
Retribution Against Criminals or Mass Murder of Humans?
Koryo Group’s Go Muyeol Assaults District Mayor… Mayor in Critical Condition.
Special Prosecutor Lee Na-eun Scores Another Victory….
Namdong District Rep. Kim Eun-ji Declares, “Victory for the Citizens.”
Two days into the operation.
I had been lingering near the Namdong Industrial Complex the whole ti.
I frad it as ‘morale-boosting,’ but honestly, I just ca to watch the fireworks.
The timing was a bit off, too.
I kept my promise and sent my aunt a dick pic. Naturally, she responded with a pussy pic. One thing led to another, and we ended up having phone sex through a video call.
After all that, I just stayed around.
‘Auntie’s getting kinkier. That’s a great developnt.’
I nodded in satisfaction as I opened the news app.
Unsurprisingly, articles were flooding in.
So were pieces I had leaked through Seo Hyun-joo, and others were written by journalists swarming the area.
There were even clips of beating up the district mayor. Oddly enough, the reaction wasn’t bad.
One edited video of the incident uploaded to Tube had already hit 3 million views and was still climbing fast. It was all over the news, too.
The comnts were mostly positive.
A lot of people found it satisfying, and there were even more extre reactions.
Seems like my little toad did a great job warming people up.
I an, how bad do you have to be for no one to feel sorry after you get your ass handed to you?
“Man. I wasn’t really trying to get famous.”
“…”
Anyway, thanks to all this, my face and na had beco widely known.
People found out I’m a direct descendant of the Koryo Group—the top-tier royal family of Korea.
“Um… Master?”
Soo-ah called carefully.
“The Police Bureau… They’re asking you to co in for questioning about the district mayor assault. They’re practically begging you.”
“…”
The problem was that I’d gotten too famous.
The Police Bureau couldn’t just sit still anymore.
Just yesterday, I was shaking hands with so high-ranking cop nad Gwang-sothing, all buddy-buddy. Today, I got a summons from the sa bureau.
Not that I could bla them.
I’d beaten soone on live TV. No way they could ignore it.
Still, this kind of thing is worth cooperating with.
Give them a little compliance now, and it sets the stage to squeeze them harder later.
It’s all about loading them up with emotional debt.
“When?”
“They said anyti you’re available. Just drop by the nearest station.”
“Guess I can grab a bowl of gukbap and drop in.”
Might as well check out the building, see if any cute female cops are around.
Maybe make so impressions.
Hell, why not grab one of those pretty officers and head into a holding cell?
Damn, just thinking about it turns on.
Actually, I should take Soo-ah with . We could even scout for so ‘talent.’
“Tell them I’m really busy, but I’m making ti out of respect for the bureau. Schedule it later.”
“Yes, Master.”
I stepped out of the tent and breathed in the morning air.
Stretching, I strolled through the area.
The lingering slls of war and gunpowder stung my nose, but I took it in stride.
“Ah! Good morning, Young Master!”
“Yeah, morning.”
I ran into various people along the way.
Most were soldiers, police officers, and prosecutors.
For so reason, everyone saluted as I passed.
Even those who didn’t salute treated with extre politeness.
I figured it was because of the battleship my aunt sent in.
That thing showed up during my so-called speech, dropping 20 chas and tearing the complex apart.
With the 15 knights I borrowed from Go Minji added in, the total ca to 35 chas.
Considering each knight is practically a national-level weapon, it was a ridiculous display of firepower.
Add in the 50,000 troops deployed by the Police Bureau, the armored division sent by the city defense forces, and the massive special investigation force from the prosecution.
It was clear to everyone that I was the mastermind behind it all.
“Hmph. Nothing teaches respect like a fist.”
—Buzz.
Just then, my phone buzzed.
It was Go Minji.
- LOL. I saw the video. WTF was that impact?
- Seriously, how does a person look like a giant bouncy ball?
- Your wrists and ankles must be wrecked. That thing looked squishy as hell.
- Fuck, man.
Apparently, she had just watched the video of beating up the district mayor.
Her reaction? Pure Go Minji.
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