13. Assassinated

"Ugh!"

Park sungho was immediately caught by a group of black-suited bodyguards who suddenly rammed into him, making him fall flat on the ground.

The muscular and burly bodyguards pressed his head down onto the floor and bounded him. Park sungho had tried to move, but the more he wiggled around, the more the pressure the guards put.

"Wh-what are you… ugh! S-Suyoung-nim, y-you'll be in trouble if you do this to me! I-I'm a powerful person you know! U-urgh..! No… wait… listen… y-you think I'll j-just let this pa—"

"How funny," Irene said indifferently.

She quietly moved next to Park Sungho. She looked down at him coldly and pulled an item out from her pocket.

It was a small, sharp blade.

"To try and assassinate the young master with this blade, how bold must you be. The audacity you have."

"Wh-what are you saying… y-you pulled it out of your… ngh!"

"Thankfully…"

Irene threw the sharp blade into Park Sungho's hands before he realized what was going on.

The bodyguards immediately moved and snapped a photo—countless of them.

As there were many large bodyguards surrounding Park Sungho in a tight circle, the other students were unable to see what was happening.

"Your fingerprints are all over the blade," Irene said coolly. "We also have photographic evidence."

"Th-this is a setup! You think you can get away with this?!" Park Sungho roared, fist tightly clenched.

Irene smiled lightly. She looked like an angel of death. "Oh? I wonder who will walk out of this disaster safe and sound?"

Park Sungho's face became deathly pale.

The result was obvious and painfully clear to see.

The entirety of South Korea was on Kim Suyoung side.

Political, financial, military, and even the judiciary organizations were under the V Group control. Even the awaken association allied themselves with the V Group.

Park Sungho was a respectable prospect that would one day inherit the business, wealth, properties, and assets from his parents, but in front of Suyoung, Park Sungho was nothing but a mere insect he could easily squash.

Even someone with the title of MARA University's student body president was nothing but a mere toy to Kim Suyoung's eyes.

"I-I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I-I made… I made a big… I made a mistake… I… I… I… won't ever… ever do it again…! I'm… I'm… sorry… ugh… sorry…" Park Sungho stuttered fearfully.

"Let him go," Suyoung ordered as Park Sungho cried loudly with snots after snots erupting like volcanic lava out of his nose.

He didn't quite like Park Sungho and his clique, but the punishment for what he did was quite extreme. Well, no matter. He'll allow his people to do as they pleased so long as they don't cross a line.

And Suyoung didn't really care what would become of Park Sungho.

The bodyguards lifted Park Sungho up. His cheeks were swollen to a large degree.

"Sorry," Suyoung said flatly, "Looks like my people made a mistake."

"Ah… ah… there's… there's no need… I… I'm the one who… who should apologize… I mistakenly…"

"I'll send you a bill for staining your clothes and the medical bills later separately. Then, I'll be on my way," Suyoung said coolly.

As Suyoung dusted off Park Sungho's shoulder, he bowed deeply as if it was an honor to his family name.

Thereafter, Suyoung sidestepped and walked away from him.

Park Sungho collapsed onto the floor in shock; he sat there for a while in a daze. He was shocked at Suyoung's hospitable treatment, making his whole body shiver. For some reason, Suyoung's action caused him massive stress. His pants became moist and damp before he realized what was happening.

Suyoung passed him by and walked out of the building.

Only

There was no one willing to stop him in his tracks.

The large crowds of people in the school grounds parted wide like Moses did when parting the Red Sea as Suyoung walked forward.

"I think it would be for the best to cancel the afternoon class," Suyoung said.

"Then what would you like to do with the remaining time? We will accommodate and reorganize your priorities," Irene replied.

Suyoung looked at Irene's incandescent beauty.

"What is there to do?" he asked.

"Visiting the school grounds talent training school as well as delivering a pep talk to the university league team."

"Hm…"