The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 93

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟑: 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐩

“You need to escape now!”

The subordinate who opened the paper door and came in shouted.

A hand-shaped bloodstain had appeared on the main gate, although it was unclear where the blood had come from.

“Ugh, damn it. . .! Boss, please get to safety first.”

Yotsu, his right-hand man, frowned and rose to his feet.

Yamaguchi-gumi, the largest yakuza organization in Japan,

An organization that had made its mark on Japanese history, boasting a rich history and tradition, was now falling apart.

Taoka Teruaki, the leader of the organization, raised his glass and drank the clear sake.

Perhaps because it was a deathbed gift, the sake tasted sweet and savory.

“Boss! There’s no time! Please get to safety!”

“Listen here, Yotsu.”

Taoka’s calm voice quietly calmed the chaotic atmosphere.

“I’m leaving it to you to take the young ones and run. You must secure the future.”

“W-what are you saying boss! You must come with us!”

“That’s right! We’ll protect you!”

About ten members of the organization who followed Taoka knelt down and pleaded.

Even though everything they had built was crumbling, if there was one thing left to them, it was their loyalty.

Not a mere relationship between a boss and his subordinates, but a parent-child relationship forged through blood.

The young ones, like <Hangure>, wouldn’t understand, but the older members were connected by blood.

Taoka grimaced for a long time, his face, covered with wrinkles, contorting.

He had to forcibly swallow the tears that were threatening to come out because of the idiots.

“Yotsu, who will avenge me if you die?”

“But Boss!”

“As of today, I, Taoka Teruaki, am stepping down as the 8th head of the Yamaguchi-gumi.”

“. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .!!”

Those kneeling looked at him with shocked faces.

“Yotsu, you are the 9th head of the Yamaguchi-gumi.”

“W-What. . .!?”

“Not as a boss, but as a friend, I’m asking you. Hurry up and take the kids.”

Yotsu bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

And finally, he prostrated himself on the floor and bowed.

“I will surely avenge the boss’s grudge!!”

“Yes, thank you.”

Yotsu wiped away the tears that were streaming down his face and evacuated his subordinates.

Then, as the last one, he looked back at the face of the 8th boss.

“Boss. . . no, Teru. I was happy to be your friend.”

“Kukuku. Me too, Yotsu. Be sure to live.”

Yotsu nodded and followed his subordinates out of the building through the secret escape route.

A deep silence passed.

He took down the long Japanese sword hanging on the wall and tucked it into his belt.

A symbolic sword of the Yamaguchi-gumi, passed down from the first generation.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard, and a familiar face appeared.

Even if they had never seen him in person, anyone Japanese would know him.

“What business do people I’ve only seen on TV have in such a shabby house?”

“Are you Taoka Teruaki, the boss of the Yamaguchi-gumi?”

“Yes, I am.”

Even Taoka, who was an Awakener, could feel the opponent’s strong pressure.

Seigen scanned the room with a sinister expression.

“The second-in-command and the other head lieutenants have escaped.”

“Can I check for you~?”

A slender-eyed beauty behind Seigen asked.

“Please do, Tachima.”

Tachima Aoi, one of the 20 members of the group.

Despite her cute and delicate appearance, she was Japan’s top kunoichi and a skilled performer who had been in charge of numerous covert operations.

She pulled out a strand of hair, placed it on her palm, and blew on it, Hoo━.

The hair, imbued with magic power, became translucent and flew around the room like a butterfly.

“I found it~ There was a secret passage~.”

Tachima walked in as if she were floating and took down the picture frame that occupied one wall.

Then, a small passageway behind the picture frame revealed itself in full view.

Seigen muttered mockingly as he looked at the secret passage.

“It’s really something that cockroaches would do.”

“Cockroaches━ kugh! You son of a b*tch!!”

Taoka, enraged, drew his Japanese sword and swung it diagonally at Seigen.

His swordsmanship, honed through swordsmanship in his youth, was quite fast, even among the yakuza.

He thought he had cut down his opponent through a surprise attack, but

“This is no different from what a cockroach would do.”

Seigen flicked away the dust on his forearms and glared at his opponent with contempt.

And as if chasing away a fly, he waved his hand,

Swish!

An iron ball that had flown from somewhere pierced Taoka’s stomach.

“Kuaaagh!! What, what is this. . .!?”

“In fact, it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re a yakuza or a mafia.”

“Kuaaagh!!”

“But I can’t overlook the fact that you dared to lay a hand on that child, knowing that she is Hayakawa’s granddaughter. That sin is heavier than death.”

The iron ball that had pierced Taoka’s body churned through his blood vessels, muscles, nerves, and bones, and raced in all directions.

“Kururur. . . Kuuuaa. . .”

Taoka bled from every hole in his body.

Neither Seigen nor Tachima looked away at the gruesome and horrific scene.

The rule of ‘blood for blood’ did not apply only to the yakuza.

Taoka’s body twitched for a while before collapsing on the floor.

“Shall we chase after them~?”

Seigen stroked his beard and pondered for a moment.

“No. I’ll have the family members chase after the rest. Thank you for your hard work, Tachima.”

“You’re very welcome~ I’ll ask you for a favor later~.”

Tachima giggled and disappeared in an instant.

Then, a subordinate who had rushed over spoke to Seigen.

“Master. We have received contact from the Hunter Association. They say that there is an emergency meeting hosted by the Cabinet Office Chief Secretary, and that all rankers are to be summoned. What should we do?”

“Tsk. Looks like they’re going to order us to do something strange again. Tell them we’ll go.”

Seigen collected his iron balls and stepped outside the house.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

𝔞ᴡ𝚎𝕓𝐬𝘵𝕠𝚛𝐢𝕖𝔰.𝔠𝚘𝐦

“Book my plane ticket, too.”

“Can’t you pay for it yourself?”

Siwoo frowned, and Edward raised his hands and continued.

“Just kidding. I’ll have my secretary book it.”

“Yes. I’ll be resting at the hotel in the meantime.”

“Hmm━ if you can do that.”

“What do you mean?”

Edward chuckled and waved his hand.

Siwoo headed to the hotel where he was staying, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling.

And only after arriving at the hotel lobby did he understand why Edwin had said that.

“Oh, my friend, who has matured like a noble bottle of Côte-Rôtie wine from the Rhône Valley of France. I’ve been waiting to see you again!”

“The length of time does not seem to pass! Siwoo- you are like a guacamoli friend who goes home!”

Marco from France and Martinez from Mexico, who had fought together in Nuremberg, Germany, hugged Siwoo tightly.

Siwoo accepted their greetings with a resigned look.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh, come on, my friend. You should have contacted us if you were going to have French fries together.”

‘𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. . .? 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚?’

As expected, Marco and Martinez were part of the HSIU headquarters.

It seemed that they had been recommended for transfer after their achievements in Germany last time.

“Siwoo, we’re under the same roof. Aren’t you excited? Sharing nutrients and using the same toilet!”

“Martinez, Martinez! Siwoo must have come in because he missed us. We must prepare champagne and cheese today.”

“No. . . it’s not like that.”

“Hahaha! Let’s aim for intermediate together and advance like Napoleon!”

Siwoo blinked his eyes.

It was a situation where it was quite embarrassing to speak.

“Why are you doing that, my friend.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have to aim for intermediate.”

“Siwoo, you’re amazing! Did you start at the intermediate rank?”

“C’est génial. Our friend is an intermediate, and my heart is already as rich as a champagne vineyard!”

Marco and Martinez applauded and shouted bravo.

‘𝙄’𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙧.’

Siwoo said nothing more and simply nodded.

He just wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

𝘢𝚠𝘦𝕓𝘴𝙩ȯ̇𝚛𝐢ė̇ṡ.𝚌𝚘𝚖

“Ugh━ I’m dizzy.”

Siwoo entered his hotel room, slightly tipsy.

Those crazy guys must have been whales in their past lives.

A welcome party that started and ended with alcohol, as if they had gathered all the alcohol in the world and drank it.

‘𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙗*𝙩𝙘𝙝, 𝙀𝙙𝙬𝙞𝙣━ 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚.’

【𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤.】

“You’re protecting my body. . .”

【𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐌𝐚! 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧~ 𝐆𝐮𝐥𝐩, 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩, 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩.】

“Shut up.”

Pre flapped his wings and tail and sang.

He had learned even strange things because of Marco, who had studied in Korea.

And even though it wasn’t true at first, Pre was indeed a heavy drinker.

Even though he was a new pet, he drank as if he was being poured water into a broken gourd.

And yet, his complexion didn’t change. . . no, his face was so dark that it was hard to tell in the first place.

Siwoo soaked a towel in cold water and came to sit on the chair, covering his face with it.

It felt like his heated face was cooling down in the cold air.

Still, thanks to those two, he had been able to get a rough idea of how the HSIU headquarters operated.

Furthermore, they had been neutral, but as soon as Siwoo said he was Edwin’s friend, they said they would actively turn to the vice-chairman’s faction.

‘𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝘿𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙞𝙩.’

The power of the HSIU headquarters was now worse than he had thought.

40% were the forces of the former president, 40% were neutral, and the remaining 20% were the vice-chairman’s faction that supported Edwin.

It wasn’t just for the sake of political games.

In order to fully implement a policy, one needed to have power and a support base, and one could also speak out in sensitive issues involving the state.

Of course, until now, the Blackwood family and the title of vice-chairman of the HSIU International Headquarters had been untouchable, so things had gone smoothly, but it was unknown whether this smooth sailing would continue in the future.

‘𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.’

In the end, there was no other way to gain a higher position.

If there were even one more HSIU Hunter who supported Edward, it would be enough.

In any case, Siwoo also needed a high position and power to obtain information about the place called ‘Pandemonium’.

In conclusion, Siwoo would kill the bad guys as Siwoo, and Edwin would expand his power as Edwin.

“Ah. . . I’m dizzy. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

【𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐎𝐡 𝐟*𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐧~】

“. . . . . .Even more dizzy.”

Siwoo turned off the mood light on the table and went straight to bed, pulling the covers over him.

A cool breeze from the open window brushed against the hem of the blanket.

The sound of car horns and cars running in the city center could be heard faintly in the distance.

The sound of the blanket being tossed and turned.

Phew

A few silhouettes moved in the darkness.

The shadows moved without making a sound.

The masked men looked at Siwoo’s sleeping place with cold eyes.

The slow breathing characteristic of a sleeping person could be heard from under the covers.

One of them stood at the door and cast a skill to prevent any sound from escaping, while another used a skill to immobilize Siwoo’s body.

Now, the last one.

He took out a pistol from his arms and installed a silencer in case of an emergency.

All this would be buried in darkness and would pass by indifferently as a news brief.

His right hand moved slowly, aiming the muzzle at the head of his opponent.

Thud

A very small sound rang out, and a hole appeared in the blanket.

At the same time,

Clack-click!

Siwoo blocked the guy’s mouth and stabbed him deep in the lungs with a dagger.

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