I Become a Mafia in the Academy Chapter 263

In an instant, the room went cold as the word "Corleone" ca out of nowhere.

I slowly looked up to see his expression and his eyes were wide, as if he was equally surprised.

"What does that an…….?"

"You're right, I never thought I'd see Corleone Jr. here."

As he said so, he offered his hand and said with a light expression.

"These are all my people here, so don't worry too much. By the way, how's Don? I didn't get a chance to say hello to him last year."

At the faintest hint of a smile on his face, the situation began to organize itself in my head.

‘He must know my father. If he's asking how he's doing, it's not a casual relationship……..'

He must be an acquaintance of my father's.

As I thought this, the old man took a step forward and extended his hand to Mr. Jang.

"It's been a long ti, Mr. Jang."

"Well, it's good to know that the student you're introducing to is Corleone Junior."

This ti he looked at the old man and nodded, and I felt a cold sweat break out.

I can't believe the congressman I'm eting with today is an acquaintance of my father's…….

No, it's only natural because the Corleone family has long since taken root in Korea.

My father is not called the Emperor of the Foreigner Area for nothing.

"I never thought you would know my apprentice, Mr. Jang. Surely, a man of Vito Corleone’s stature deserves to know you."

"Yes, Don has helped a few tis in the past, so this is fate."

He smiles broadly, looking back and forth between and the old man, the look of a politician ripe for the picking.

"Have a seat, I've ordered food, it should be out soon."

"Of course…….Eugene, you should sit down too."

"Yes, sir."

The hot soup was served not long after we sat down.

As the food was placed in front of everyone, Kwak Chun-sik picked up his cutlery, followed by the others, but then,

"So, Senator, for what kind of villain did you call us all the way to Yeouido to ask for a favor? You're not going to tell us strange stories over a al, are you?"

The old man wants to know the story before he eats.

If he didn't like the story, he would leave the restaurant.

As if to reassure him not to worry, Mr. Jang took a drink of water and made eye contact with the old man.

"I dare to ask you, a hero of Korea, a strange favor, but I only ca to see you because it is difficult for the governnt to do anything about it."

As he said that, he glanced toward the aide sitting next to him.

"That."

"Yes, sir."

A single envelope was pulled out of the briefcase.

Senator Jang took it and handed it to the old man.

"It's a dossier with the target's information. I wouldn't recomnd looking at it at the dinner table, lest you get squeamish."

"Heh, you're worried about that?"

As if it didn't matter, the old man ripped open the envelope and began to examine the contents.

"Hmph……let's see….. heh……?"

The old man's expression changed from mont to mont.

He looked at the docunts with a frown, then a serious expression……and finally let out a laugh of disbelief and handed them to .

"You an to tell that this guy is in Korea right now? What the hell is he doing here?"

"That's sothing we're trying to figure out, but……haven't gotten any clear information yet."

"Who are you talking about?"

"You'll have to see for yourself."

And the papers finally slid into my hands.

[Villain Na: ARSONIST]

[Believed to have been smuggled into Korea by an interdinsional wizard three days ago]

[Last seen in the disputed territory between India and Pakistan, where he is believed to be responsible for the Great Fire]

[India-Pakistan Great Fire – 81 dead. 284 injured]

[Source photo]

[He is currently wanted internationally and is believed to have co to Korea, where they are most recently known to be active, in order to gain access to the Villain Alliance.]

"……Arsonist, you an he's in South Korea now?"

Senator Jang nods in response to my question.

"Yes. He specializes in indiscriminate arson, targeting civilians and awakened alike. The incident in India even happened while he was being chased by the police……I've co to ask you to do this because I don't know what he'll do if we don’t move quickly."

Having said that, he bowed his head deeply.

"Please. For the sake of the country and its citizens, please help."

After a mont of silence the old man spoke first.

"Let's put our cutlery away. The soup must be getting cold."

Hmph.

"Mmm. This place has good soup. It's best to do it the way it's always been done."

The old man announces that he will accept the request while Mr. Jang and his aide respond by raising the corners of their mouths.

‘Arsonist…….'

I pick up my cutlery and take a sip of soup.

‘What events have happened in Korea?’

My mory is hazy but one thing is for sure.

‘This place is good.’

Apparently, lawmakers like a neat house with neat soup.

* * *

On the way back from the eting with Congressman Jang Jin-yong.

"Where are we going?"

In a car with no idea where we were headed, I looked at the old man.

"You're asking the obvious. I’m going to get information."

"Information?"

"Yes. There are a couple of guys who know their way around here. I'm on my way to et them now."

The elongated buildings begin to dwindle in number, replaced by older, more run-down buildings.

Where is this place?

"Isn't this……Jongno?"

"Yes, it's a neighborhood of forrly prominent people, and we're going to……."

He points to an old building beyond the driver's window.

"There it is."

‘Sewoon Shopping Street.’

A place where, if you had the materials, you could build a tank as well as missiles.

In real life, of course, it was a joking idiom, but not here in CS.

"Sewoon Shopping Street. You've heard of it, right?"

"Yes, but this is my first ti here."

It was actually a munitions factory, making equipnt for the early Awakened, back in the dawn of the dungeon outbreak.

"The technicians here really make anything," he says, "weapons for the Awakened, fake passports and IDs. So when soone sneaks into Korea, they have to go through here~"

He's a fugitive hunted all over the world, and he has no connections, so you'd think he'd have to co through here.

"But I thought people who do that kind of work didn't give out their clients' information because security is everything."

"Of course they don't. It's their livelihood, so why would they give it away?"

"Well?"

"You're so naive. Don't you know there are a couple of other guys who make fake passports? You can ask soone else, after all, the circle goes around, and everyone knows."

"You an ask ……a competitor?"

"That's right! He gets the money, and he discredits the competition. Two birds with one stone."

But there was still sothing I didn't understand.

"In that case, isn't it inevitable that the business district will eventually collapse? After all, who would go to a place where there are rumors of gossip, and there will be feuds among the shops?"

"That's simple, isn't it?"

Kwak Chun-sik chuckles as he says that.

"After all, even if they fight until they're sick of each other, they always co back together."

"Ah."

"Well, besides, a man who cos all the way here to create an identity can't go anywhere else, can he?"

In the end, it didn't matter. Down here, skill cos first.

Isn't this why adults told us to learn skills when we were young?

And the last thing he said was…….

"Okay, we're here. Let's get off."

While we were talking, we arrived.

As we pulled into the parking lot, the sll of the old building hit my nose.

“They say rivers and mountains change after 10 years, but this place never changes.”

The old man said but I know the only thing that hasn't changed here is the outside.

Even though it looks like a crumbling building from the outside, once you step inside, you'll see…….

"Hehe, they are still nurturing the city from within."

The true Sewoon Shopping Street is revealed.

It was a huge space in a converted basent, lined with nurous shops, each with their own signage.

Yes…… In the ga, it was also called the Citadel.

Chiiiiiii─

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The pungent aroma of steel and welding wafted around along with the pungent odor of unknown chemicals that continued to waft out.

"Surely……this is the way?"

He walked ahead on a path that was complicated even at first glance.

I slowly follow behind him, taking in the sights around .

"This is the right place to put it, you idiot!”

"If you put a magic stone in there, it'll explode!”

"This looks like it's going to cost a fortune. How much have you been looking for?”

The atmosphere is just like in the ga.

After walking through a maze of labyrinthine streets, I arrived at a shop with a sign that read, "This Western Key Dojo".

"Hey, Mr. Lee!"

"Huh? No, look who it is, old man, hehehe!"

I followed Kwak Chun-sik to the shop, where an old man wearing glasses was painstakingly sharpening keys.

From the looks of it, he seed to be older than the old man, but as I watched them talk to each other, it seed like Kwak Chun-sik was older.

"What brings you to such a shabby place?"

"Alas, I had so errands nearby, so I stopped by. Have you heard any rumors lately?"

"Rumors?"

"Like, for example, that soone asked for a na……."

‘Asked for a na.’

It's a slang term for getting a new ID or passport, and it's the only one that makes sense here.

"Soone asking for a na? Um……I'm pretty sure there was, but can you give a second?"

After a brief pause, he opened a drawer and pulled out a tattered notebook, wiping his index finger with saliva.

"Let's see……na……na……na……ah, there was so foreigner at Mr. Choi's over there yesterday who asked to make up a na for him."

"Really? At Choi's?"

"Yes, he ca to ask for it yesterday, so he should co to pick it up today or tomorrow."

…… What kind of a place is this, recording guests at soone else's place?

Well, I guess it's their way of survival, but it would be pretty creepy to be in their shoes.

In other words, people from other stores are also recording the movents of and the old man who is here now.

"Hmm?"

I made eye contact with the old man.

"By the way, is this the little one you've been hiding? I didn't hear that you had a grandson."

"You're just dying to get beaten up again, aren't you? You're still talking nonsense."

The old man approached with a look in his eyes as if he's seen sothing interesting and Kwak Chun-sik throws up his hands and bursts into laughter.

"He's not my grandson, he's my disciple, my direct student."

"Ho-ho. Your disciple?"

He turns to , looking even more intrigued by the old man's answer.

"I think I know what you're worried about, student, but you shouldn't worry too much."

"……?"

"The people that reside here may be abnormal and insane, but they are not ungrateful bastards."

As I blinked at the incomprehensible words, the old man smiled, showing his gold teeth.

"Most of them are grateful to him, so who the hell would spy on him?"

Apparently, this place was also associated with Mr. Kwak in the past.

This was sothing I had never heard before, but sohow I learned sothing new.

"Listen to the old man, and if you have any problems, co to . Do you understand?"

"Yes, I will."

I nodded, as there was no harm in knowing this place.

"Then what would you like to do, old man, would you like so tea while you wait?"

He turned around again and looked at Mr. Kwak, who was deep in thought but he shook his head.

"No, thank you. I think we should get moving."

With that, Mr. Kwak placed sothing on the old man's desk instead.

"You're getting old, you know. Take care of yourself, man."

"I'll live a long ti, hehehe."

The old man walks out of the store.

"Hey, old man, what did you give him just now?"

"Huh? You an that thing from earlier? Nothing much, just so elixirs from the Budokan. You can't get this kind of information for free and at his age, I'd rather have elixirs than money."

"Ah……."

“Now that we’ve decided where he’ll co, let’s do a little research nearby. Judging by the fact that this old man's knees are slightly sore…….”

──I think he'll be here soon.

The villain, Arsonist, that is.

And at the sa ti.

"Ah!"

I rembered an incident involving him.