I Will Raise This Family to Greatness - Chapter 247

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Chapter 247
As quitting time approached, Mark knocked on the conference room door just like any other day.
“Sung-guk, let’s head out.”
“Sure. What about Mi-mi?”
“She has work to finish, so she’ll be leaving late. I’m giving her my car.”
Mark spoke casually while closing the conference room door, then confirmed it was shut before breathing heavily and whispering.
“Sung-guk, are you really sure about this?”
“We have to go and find out, don’t we, Mark?”
“Sung-guk… my heart is pounding right now.”
“Mark, this could be dangerous, so… you should leave with Mi-mi instead.”
“What are you talking about? I can’t let you go alone.”
“I have my brother Tae-guk.”
“And… Mi-mi basically threatened me, saying she couldn’t be friends with someone who’d let you walk into danger alone. Here I am, an American being blackmailed by an Asian girlfriend.”
Lim Mi-mi certainly had unwavering loyalty.
“Mark, this is your last chance. Are you really coming with me?”
“If I don’t go with you, Mi-mi will throw me out today anyway.”
I tossed a vest to Mark.
“What’s this?”
“A bulletproof vest.”
“Do I need to wear this?”
“Better safe than sorry. I’m wearing one too.”
Mark and I put on the bulletproof vests with solemn expressions and concealed pistols in our jackets.
“Sung-guk, where did you get that gun?”
“It’s my brother Tae-guk’s. I borrowed one just in case.”
“Do you even know how to shoot?”
[In my past life, I did quite a bit of hunting.]
“You just aim and fire, right?”
Mark’s face went pale at my words.
“Sung-guk, don’t you dare think about firing that gun.”
“I hope there’s no need to use it.”
I put on a jacket over the bulletproof vest.
“Well then, shall we start a live broadcast today too?”
I started what might be my last live stream.
“Hello, this is Jeon Sung-guk. We had good news earlier today—the terrorists targeting Asian entrepreneurs have been caught. Unfortunately, since the criminals turned each other in, I won’t be able to claim the bounty. To celebrate the capture of the criminals, I’m starting a live stream of my commute home today.”
I casually gathered my laptop and slung my bag over my shoulder.
“I spent a fortune on expensive bodyguards over this time, so as soon as I heard the criminals were caught, I immediately terminated those expensive security contracts. Today I’m heading home comfortably with Mark, just like usual.”
I left the office with ease.
And I exchanged greetings with employees as I normally would on my way out.
“Sung-guk, will you finally be able to sleep with your legs stretched out from now on?”
“I thought those terrorists would be caught quickly anyway.”
I slipped out of the Office Building with an awkward laugh.
Police who hadn’t yet left were still visible outside the Office Building, and the Bodyguards were just preparing to disperse.
It seemed unlikely that a terrorist would appear in this atmosphere.
I bowed respectfully to the Bodyguards.
“Thank you so much for all your hard work!”
“Sung-guk, take care of yourself. Call us anytime if you need anything.”
Ordinary conversation and greetings.
It was truly no different from any other evening commute.
Just then, a car driven by Secretary Park Sung-hee pulled up in front of the Office Building.
The rear window rolled down as Jeon Tae-guk waved.
“Sung-guk, get in.”
“Today I’ll be heading home in the car of Jeon Tae-guk, my housemate and heir to the Samjeon Group. With Mark, of course.”
Mark and I climbed into Jeon Tae-guk’s car, and Secretary Park Sung-hee turned to look at us from the front seat.
“Then, I’ll take you home, sir.”
“Park Secretary, I’m exhausted today. Let’s get home quickly.”
“Yes, sir.”
The two of them were deliberately speaking in English for the viewers watching the live stream.
– Wait, that villain Jeon Tae-guk from 【The Intern】 is actually rich enough to have a chauffeur?
– But he looks so shabby.
– Wow, his life is really like a drama. “Sir” and everything!
“Sung-guk, what are they saying? Huh? Who looks shabby?”
As Jeon Tae-guk reacted to the comments in real time, the comment section erupted even more.
A peaceful evening commute with the Criminal caught.
A special appearance by the villain Jeon Tae-guk from 【The Intern】.
A crimson sunset glowed in the distance.
It was a moment when everything seemed peaceful.
Yet my hand kept drifting toward the gun in my pocket.
Because peace always shatters most beautifully when it seems most complete.
* * *
Jeon Tae-guk’s car stopped at an Intersection on the way home.
If we turned left at this Intersection, it would lead to the Underground Parking Lot of the Condo where we lived. From there, the structure made it difficult for outsiders to enter.
If the Criminal appeared, it would be before Jeon Tae-guk’s car reached the Underground Parking Lot.
“We’ll arrive home in about five minutes. Tae-guk says he’s buying us something delicious today since the Criminal was caught. I wonder what delicious food a South Korean conglomerate heir would buy?”
“What else? Pizza. Since coming to the United States, pizza is the most delicious thing I’ve eaten.”
– If he’s a conglomerate heir, he should at least buy French course cuisine.
– Sigh, I was thinking caviar….
– Don’t forget that Jeon Tae-guk is a villain among villains.
– Please, Sung-guk, mukbang with the pizza the conglomerate heir bought!
The comments were peaceful too.
As the tension faded from the live stream, the number of viewers was steadily declining.
“We’re almost home now. I suppose this will be the last live stream, won’t it?”
The comment section flooded with messages expressing regret.
– Sung-guk, upload daily vlogs! I want to see your handsome face every day.
– I want to learn Korean too! Sung-guk, give us a Korean lesson.
– Sung-guk, just keep the stream on 24/7 except when you’re in the restroom!
“I appreciate your affection, but I do have a private life. Well… it looks like the light’s about to change.”
That was the moment.
A battered silver Cadillac pulled up beside us, and a masked figure emerged from the driver’s seat.
I immediately captured the scene on my phone.
The live stream, which had grown sluggish, exploded with activity, and the viewer count skyrocketed.
The masked figure spotted me holding my phone and fired directly at me.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
My body trembled at the gunshots, but I gripped my phone with all my strength and broadcast the entire situation live.
Naturally, I didn’t die, and the panicked expression of the terrorist was transmitted through the live stream.
Only after emptying his magazine did the terrorist realize this was a bulletproof vehicle. He tried to climb back into the car, but the bodyguards who had been following Jeon Tae-guk’s vehicle in disguise rushed over in an instant and subdued him with a taser.
Soon, the sound of police sirens filled the air.
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Late that night, I turned on a YouTube live stream.
I was exhausted from police interrogation, and the gunshots still seemed to echo in my ears.
But I felt I owed it to my YouTube audience to tell them the truth.
“Hello, this is Jeon Sung-guk. You all got quite a shock today, didn’t you? Just a moment. My throat is parched. Let me drink some water.”
I gulped down the bottled water.
My throat couldn’t possibly not be dry after what I’d been through.
The viewer count climbed frantically in real time.
Everyone had already seen the news bulletin.
“You’ve all seen the news special report, right? The final terrorist targeting me has finally been caught.”
Encouraging and excited comments flooded in so rapidly I couldn’t even read them properly.
“You’re all curious about what happened today, aren’t you?”
I sipped some water and confirmed the viewer count had broken fifty thousand before beginning to recount today’s events.
“Actually, after learning that the terrorists had identified each other, I realized there might be one more. The reason was thanks to Adam. On the day I was traveling at 40 km/h in Adam’s car, all the other vehicles passed me—but only one stayed behind me. So the next day, I deliberately stopped by a McDonald’s drive-through. While I ordered thirty McDonald’s breakfast sets, I confirmed that the only car waiting was identical to the one from the day before.”
I drank the cold water.
“Water tastes like honey when you’re alive to drink it. Anyway… that old silver Cadillac seemed suspicious, but after the two terrorists were caught, I confirmed that neither of them owned the silver Cadillac. So that silver Cadillac was targeting me… well, I figured that out late. And that guy is still targeting me! The two captured terrorists were sacrifices to let the remaining terrorist catch me! I made that kind of deduction myself.”
– Truly a genius!
– Wow, the audacity to plan something like this while evading the FBI.
– This is exactly what they mean by having guts.
“Honestly, I didn’t intend to go this far. But… I suddenly had this thought. If the FBI launches a manhunt for terrorists, the terrorist targeting me will definitely go into hiding. And if that happens, I’d have to live in fear for the rest of my life. So I thought it was better to catch the terrorist even if I had to deceive the FBI. It was reckless, but that’s why I did something like this today.”
The comments were a mixture of praise for my courage and curses for my recklessness.
– So you knew how the terrorist would act and prepared a bulletproof car?
“Hmm… I once met a very famous profiler.”
[In my past life, you see….]
“Back then, that profiler told me something. He said that when you chase a crime from the criminal’s perspective, you often find the answer. So I put myself in the shoes of the person trying to kill me. Where, when, and how would they do it?”
I took a sip of water and continued slowly.
“If I were the criminal, I’d choose the best place to kill me and escape. That would be the intersection leading to my home. Shoot me in the car stopped at a red light, then flee to the outer roads where there are no CCTVs—the police wouldn’t be able to catch me unless they responded immediately.”
I scrolled through the comments and continued.
“So I asked my wealthy friend Jeon Tae-guk to bring me an armored vehicle. If I were the criminal, I’d be watching my live stream and following me, so I deliberately mentioned canceling my bodyguard contract. And that prediction turned out to be almost entirely correct. The criminal was caught, and fortunately, I’m still alive.”
After explaining the full circumstances of today’s incident, exhaustion suddenly washed over me.
I yawned widely and looked at the screen.
“I think I need to sleep now.”
– If Sung-guk committed a crime, it would be the perfect crime.
– I want to keep watching Sung-guk. Please keep doing live streams.
“I’ll think about it. This is actually pretty fun.”
[Hmm, looking at today’s view count, I could make some decent pocket money from this.]
Then, one question caught my eye.
– Sung-guk. Two of the criminals detonated themselves, and you caught the remaining one. Are you keeping the bounty?
I had a feeling I knew who asked this question.
“Well… in any case, I think terrorism is wrong no matter what. We’re all someone’s precious person, aren’t we? If I died, there are at least four people in this world who would grieve for me. My mother, my father… and my younger brother and sister. That’s why I’m planning to donate the bounty to an anti-terrorism organization.”
Comments praising me as truly being Sung-guk flooded the chat. Sure, there were occasional comments saying I was being arrogant till the end, but I’d learned since last time that ignoring hate comments was better for my mental health.
“Well then, I’m really going to sleep now!”
I finally ended the live stream.
Then I sent a message to Sergey.
– Sergey, I’m sorry for spending your money while taking the credit.
The person who asked about the bounty was probably Sergey.
Soon, Sergey replied.
– Sung-guk, that’s the price of a life. And congratulations on coming back alive so brilliantly.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and collapsed onto the bed.
Then the phone rang.
[Ugh… I’m dying of exhaustion, who is this? This is a Washington area code…]
“Hello.”
– Sung-guk, you remember my voice, right? It’s Barack.
“Of course, Barack.”
– Actually, I called because I have a favor to ask. Sung-guk, could you give a speech at the White House in about a month?”
“What kind of speech?”
– I’d like you to share your perspective on the anti-Asian hate crimes happening lately. I just watched your live stream, and I think you’re the perfect person for this. You’re a hero who came back alive from the battlefield, aren’t you? What do you say?”
“Hmm… of course I should do it. But could I push the schedule back a bit?”
– Why?
“I want to get my driver’s license first.”
– Contact me once you get your license.
“Yes, Barack.”
And I hung up the phone.

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