xennovel
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Afghanistan. Igor traced his fingers over the mountain range near the Pashtun collective housing area, bordering Pakistan. His eyes sparkled with intensity. "So that bastard is right there, huh?" "Yes, that's correct. They've set up camp there and are training terrorists," came the reply. "That son of a bitch... I will take revenge for my comrades, and I will do it myself. Let's kick off the operation at midnight; tell everyone to be ready. I won't contact the U.S. military." Igor muttered fiercely…-
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Jung Tae-hoon carefully accepted the glass. I tilted the pitcher and filled his glass to the brim with liquor. "Drink it and then answer me, please." After a moment of hesitation, Jung Tae-hoon turned slightly andd downed the drink in one go. Setting his glass down, he spoke in a solemn voice. "I'll do whatever you ask of me." There was a sense of desperation in his tone. Those with nowhere to turn are easy to manipulate. I nodded in satisfaction. "You seem uncomfortable; please sit more…
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I checked the materials sent by Han Hyun-soo and set them down. The photos showed disturbing scenes. "Tsk... I've only heard about it. It's disgustingly dirty." I felt like my eyes were rotting. I closed the photos and pushed them away. Then, I picked up one of the several videos on the table and handed it to Manager Ma. "Manager, could you play this?" Manager Ma took it, inserted it into the VTR, flipped through it quickly, and slowed down when it showed Han Hyun-jin. Han Hyun-jin grabbed someone's…
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Those greedy by nature often found their vision clouded. The more one possesses, the more pronounced this tendency. Right in front of me stood Han Hyun-soo, a perfect example that met this condition. He was filled with greed, yet the power in his hands wasn’t entirely his own. He had no reason to refuse my offer. "Alright. I’ll accept that proposal." Han Hyun-soo accepted my offer with a relieved expression. "But how do you plan to bring the Heaven Church and Hwasung Group to me? I'm guessing…
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The heated excitement of the Korea-Japan World Cup has come to an end. While the outcome was a bit different from my memory, it was a pleasantly unexpected change. Not only did the gloomy social atmosphere caused by the IMF shift, but Jungwoo Group and Taesan Financial gained a favorable image that money couldn’t buy. A week has passed since I returned to Korea. It’s time to wake up from this dream and return to reality. With Kim Hak-gwon’s era behind us, the election to choose a new president…
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As I returned to the stands, the scoreboard displaying a score of 1:0 caught my eye. It was Korea's opening goal. I walked forward, my eyes wide, unable to tear my gaze from the scoreboard. "What on earth happened?" I quickly returned to my seat to ask Roman. "Oh, Charlie! Where have you been? Ahn Jung-hoon scored! I didn't know we had such a player in Korea!" Desire flickered in Roman's eyes, fueled by his habit of collecting great players. I couldn't help but smile at Roman's excitement. "Is it…
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An old mansion on the outskirts of Tokyo. The heavy atmosphere lingered around the vintage estate. "What kind of person was Kim Mu-hyeok during your meetingtoday?" A man knelt before Daigo Tadashige. The man, bowing his head, asked in a small voice. "He was an interesting person. It was a refreshing meeting. If he were Japanese, I could even consider him as my successor." Daigo Tadashige's praise of Kim Mu-hyeok revealed the man's rowing agitation. Seeing this, Daigo Tadashige let out a loud…
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In the eyes of Daigo Tadashige, observing me, there was a hint of interest. Though I didn’t openly show it, I was just as keen to study him. ‘He looks like he could snap my neck at any moment...’ Daigo Tadashige appeared frail enough to lean on a cane. He was small in stature, and age had etched deep wrinkles into his face. Yet, his eyes burned with life. "Why are you so wary?" Noticing my scrutinizing gaze, Daigo Tadashige spoke up first. "Isn't it odd not to be suspicious? If a stranger…
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The surroundings were dark. For a while, I walked alone down the dim path. Suddenly, my friends appeared, swaggering toward me and cursing as they chatted. How long had I been walking? I spotted the entrance to the market up ahead, and there, in the distance, was Grandma. Squatting on the cold street with a basket full of greens beside her, Grandma looked fragile. Our eyes met. "Hey! Mu-hyeok, what are you doing?" "Huh? What did you say?" "Did you plan to meet those girls from Younglight Middle…
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The moment I announced my intention to assassinate Daigo Tadashige, Koizumi's face went pale. Perhaps he didn't expect me to be so blatant; a heavy silence filled the room. From the garden outside, the occasional sound of the bamboo fountain, a traditional Japanese waterwheel, could be heard. Doru-tak! The water trickled softly, and a cheerful clack echoed three times as the bamboo struck against a stone. After what felt like an eternity—long or short, depending on how you viewed it—Koizumi…
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