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I was thinking of something else later

The main branch of the Church of Heaven.

For the annual joint wedding ceremony, Han Hyun-soo was changing his clothes with the help of female believers.

"Father, the atmosphere in the Japanese religious community has been strange recently."

Next to him, the secretary stood upright and looked through the notebook as she spoke.

"What? Why the Japanese church?"

"They are openly revealing their intention not to acknowledge the cult leader."

"What? What kind of bastards dare!"

Han Hyun-soo suddenly turned his body towards his secretary.

Thanks to that, the believer who was putting on the clothes was kicked to the side.

But Han Hyun-jin shouted without paying any attention to the fallen believer.

"What kind of kids are ignoring the main unit!"

"Most of the key leaders of the Japanese church officially sent a message to the Korean church that they want President Han Sung-jin to be reinstated. Otherwise, the Japanese church will withdraw from the Korean church and be reborn as an independent church for President Han Sung-jin······."

Han Hyun-soo's face suddenly distorted. He frowned and grumbled.

"What? What can I do on my own? How can I restore my father's rights? Why are you blaming me for arresting and putting him in prison?"

"sorry."

Han Hyun-soo scratched his head and swore for a long time.

The secretary and the parishioners stood next to him, unable to say anything, and simply lowered their heads to avoid eye contact.

"Carry your father on your back and find out who's talking nonsense. Always keep an eye on your mother and brothers' movements, right?"

"Yes. They are not coming out of the holy place in Gapyeong. My two brothers and my mother are also there."

"The Holy Land is a mess. Every time you go out, you have to report to me, and always have a watcher ride with you."

"Yes, Master."

Han Hyun-soo's actions were difficult to see as those of a leader of a religion.

He was so overbearing and violent that anyone who saw him would say he was a gangster.

"Japan is the core region of our Heavenly Church. If we lose it, we're finished, you know that, right?"

"Yes, Master."

"The general believers probably don't know about this situation… It seems like the Japanese religious leaders are just making things up."

The Church of Heaven was a religion founded by Koreans on Korean soil.

However, it was a religion that had more followers in foreign countries, such as Japan and the United States, than in Korea.

Among them, the Japanese church right next door was the largest.

"Father, you won't be coming out of prison until you die. Make an appointment with the leaders of the Japanese religious order. If they want something, you have to give it to them."

When mentioning his father, Han Hyun-soo's head started to spin.

Han Sung-jin! Han Sung-jin!

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When his father, the founder, was imprisoned, he took the position of successor, but he was not yet in complete control of the religious order.

The shadow of the father, the founder of the Church of Heaven, remained so darkly throughout the church.

"I must do whatever it takes to secure legitimacy. If not me, who will protect this church?"

"That's right. The leader is the Messiah and the truth."

Han Hyun-soo, who was looking at the secretary who was trying to flatter him with a sinister look, spoke to the congregation.

"You guys, get out. Come in when I call you again."

After all the parishioners left the room, Han Hyun-soo headed to his bed with his secretary.

* * *

I spent a night at the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters.

When I opened the door in the morning, the garden bathed in morning sunlight came into view.

"It's good, it's good."

The garden was so beautiful that it felt like all the unpleasant things I had experienced yesterday had disappeared.

A cool breeze blew through the tall trees scattered throughout the garden. I left the room with the wind pleasantly caressing my face.

I sat down on the floor and started looking at the garden.

Colorful flowers, low grass, and well-maintained trees were in harmony.

"Please enjoy the view while enjoying some refreshments."

At that moment, the woman who had guided the security guards yesterday brought out a table of refreshments and spoke to them.

I nodded and smiled slightly at the friendly Korean.

"I will serve you some tea, so please enjoy some snacks while you wait."

She knelt down next to me and began preparing the tea.

It seemed a little uncomfortable to move around wearing a yukata, a traditional Japanese costume.

'You said you were a Zainichi Korean?'

I suddenly wondered why this woman was here.

I wonder how a Korean resident in Japan ended up working at the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters.

"what's your name?"

In response to my question, she stopped her hand, looked straight into my eyes, and answered.

"This is Masako."

"You're a Zainichi Korean. Don't you have a Korean name?"

"This is Kim Seon-kyung."

"Ms. Seon-gyeong. How did you end up working here?"

"······."

Kim Seon-kyung did not answer.

It seems like he either doesn't want to talk or has some deep feelings. I said with a good-natured smile, thinking that there was no need to know such things.

"I'm glad to meet you here. If you need any help, please let me know. We're the same people. I think you must have had a hard time living in Japan as a Zainichi Korean."

Kim Seon-kyung's eyes wavered for a moment. But she didn't say anything until the end.

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I turned my gaze again and began to admire the garden again.

After a while, Kim Seon-kyung offered me tea, and I enjoyed the tea and the snacks she prepared for me.

"boss."

After some time, Director Ma, who had been sleeping in the room next door, came out.

"Are you awake, sir?"

"I woke up a little while ago. I was a little late because I was checking the data that came over from Blackbear."

"Already? You arrived early."

As I extended my hand toward Director Ma, he came towards me and handed me the laptop he was holding.

I put my laptop on my legs and opened it.

"Put it here and use it."

As I was looking at my laptop in an awkward position, Kim Seon-kyung placed a small table next to me.

After giving a brief thank you, I placed my laptop on the table and checked the monitor.

Director Ma had organized the files and opened them so that I could see them.

I started reading it slowly. About halfway through, a cup of warm, steaming tea was placed next to me.

It was something that Kim Seon-kyung uploaded without saying a word.

She waited on her knees next to me without making a sound so as not to disturb my concentration.

'You're quite perceptive.'

The tea smelled good. I picked up the teacup, took a sip of the warm tea, and finished reading the rest of the file.

By the time the steaming green tea had cooled down, I was able to read all the data Black Bear had sent me.

"Han Seong-jin is just an excuse, and in the end, they are fighting among themselves over their own rice bowls."

As I closed my laptop and let out a hollow laugh, Director Ma nodded next to me.

The internal affairs of the Church of Heaven were a complete mess.

Although the headquarters is in Korea, the largest religious group is in Japan.

It was so large that it had over 500,000 members.

This is why Japanese politicians cannot ignore the Church of Heaven.

Even they believed in a cult. We should not think of them as normal people.

Because they were fanatics who would follow orders from the Church of Heaven to die.

At present, the leaders of the Japanese religious community are making tricks to break away from the Korean religious community and take an independent path.

I could see why Hiroyuki had made such a ridiculous suggestion to me.

Because Hiroyuki was behind them.

"You act like a loyal follower, but you're actually thinking of something else."

As I got up from my seat, Kim Seon-kyung followed suit.

She took a pair of slippers that I could wear comfortably from under the floor and placed them on the stone steps.

I said that to Kim Seon-kyung.

"Don't follow me, I need to gather my thoughts."

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I put on my slippers and moved towards the artificial pond in the garden.

We quickly arrived at the artificial pond, and I looked down at the carps swimming in the pond, lost in thought.

'You dare try to use me?'

I didn't like the way Hiroyuki acted.

I thought he was just a fanatic who worshipped Han Sung-jin, but I was really upset when I found out that it was all planned.

It was so creepy to think that even the look he gave me was an act. This is why I say you shouldn't trust any Japanese people.

"Sir."

"Yes, boss."

"What should we do with Hiroyuki?"

"Do whatever the boss wants."

Director Ma, who was behind me, answered honestly. I couldn't help but laugh at his answer.

"Do whatever you want······."

container.

The shishiodoshi installed in the pond spits out water with a sound.

The sound broke my thoughts.

"I have to do something good for Prime Minister Koizumi."

This unintentionally ended up easing Prime Minister Koizumi's burden.

I watched the carp for a while, made a plan in my head, and then turned around.

When we returned to the annex, we saw Kim Seon-kyung waiting on the floor, still kneeling.

I asked Director Ma while keeping my eyes on Kim Seon-gyeong.

"Sir, what do you think of that woman named Kim Seon-gyeong? If you take her to Korea and make her work, I think she'll do well."

Director Ma's gaze followed me and moved to Kim Seon-gyeong.

"Let's find out about that woman."

"Well, is it really necessary to go that far? Just ask the owner over there."

From a distance, Yamamoto was walking towards me.

Yamamoto was wearing casual clothes, unlike yesterday.

"Did you sleep well, President Kim Mu-hyeok?"

"Thanks to you, I had a comfortable time, Yamamoto."

She smiled and answered the whining man, then looked around and said.

"I really like the way the quiet garden greets me when I open my eyes in the morning and open the door. I decorated it too, but it pales in comparison to this garden."

"You are being generous. If you want, sir, can't you make it bigger and grander than this?"

That's true. Yamamoto coughed in vain as I listened quietly without answering.

"Let's start in the morning."

At his suggestion, I nodded slightly and pointed to the room.

"Let's eat later and talk for now."

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I took Yamamoto to the room where I slept.

As we entered, Kim Seon-kyung followed us carrying a tray of snacks.

"Ms. Kim Seon-kyung, please go out for a moment."

"yes."

She stepped back across the threshold and closed the door.

I asked Yamamoto directly.

"How did that woman end up here?"

Yamamoto laughed out loud at my question.

"Do you like Masako? You should have told me earlier. Then I would have sent her in last night."

No, what is this kid thinking right now?

"What are you talking about? I'm asking because I'm curious about what Koreans in Japan are doing in yakuza dens. Don't make assumptions and cross the line, just answer my questions."

As I spoke with a hardened face, Yamamoto answered with an awkward smile.

"If I were to tell you about the strange lives of the women here, it would take more than half a day."

"Just tell me the main point briefly."

"He was sold here to pay off his parents' gambling debts. Despite his appearance, he was a gifted student at Dongguk University."

"Dongkyung University?"

"Yes, I know that."

A woman who went to Dongguk University is now working as a servant for the yakuza.

"But why are you doing that?"

"Because he's perceptive and seems to be good at his job."

Yamamoto nodded at my answer.

"That's right. She's smart and good at her job. She can speak five languages, so when we have guests at headquarters, we always ask Masako to greet them. She's a talent we really need."

"Please give it to me."

"yes?"

"I will take you to Korea."

"······."

Yamamoto forgot what he was saying, as if he hadn't expected me to ask for it.

I looked at him like that and snickered.

"Why? You don't like it?"

"Oh, no. Please do that."

I scared you yesterday, but you listened to me. I nodded in satisfaction and asked again.

"What about that girl's parents?"

"They're all dead. They're like orphans. She was the daughter of a Korean businessman who was doing quite well in Japan. She lost all her fortune through gambling, and eventually the wife committed suicide, and the daughter came here."

"Hmm. Life is so······."

That's why life is unpredictable.

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And the same goes for Hiroyuki. Can Hiroyuki also predict his own future?

"Then let's do that and get to the main point."

"yes."

"Let's kill Hiroyuki."

"yes?"

Yamamoto asked back in a stupid voice.

"Hiroyuki and Takayama. Let's kill them both."

< I was thinking of something else later > End

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