There Are Four Top Idol Uncles - Chapter 162

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Episode 162
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Meanwhile, on the floor directly below the Penthouse where GLEET was staying.
Yewon gazed up at the ceiling with eyes full of worry.
And the three Hyun brothers watched her with equally concerned expressions.
Their adorable niece was so fixated on Uncle—when would she look at them like that?
When would our turn come?
“Yewon. If you’re that worried about Uncle, why don’t you just go upstairs and honestly tell him you followed him?”
“No.”
At Yusong’s suggestion, Yewon shook her head firmly.
She had always emphasized that “even within families, a little distance is truly important!” So if her uncles found out she’d followed them like some stalker, how bewildered would they be?
She absolutely had to keep this trip secret from her uncles.
…Of course, if her uncles found out without knowing the full story, they would definitely go “Our precious baby!!!!” and shower her with affection, but unfortunately Yewon didn’t know that.
“But… are my uncles really okay?”
When Yewon looked at Yusong with anxious eyes, his heart immediately ached with sorrow.
How much pain must she have endured… that she couldn’t feel reassured even with her uncles right above her?
“Wait a moment.”
“?”
With that, Yusong picked up his phone and disappeared somewhere for a bit.
What was that about?
Confused, Yewon looked at Leon and Lee Iho.
“Just wait ten minutes.”
.”…?”
So… could you at least tell me why?!
Once again, Yewon was left utterly bewildered.
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At that same moment, one floor above.
Along with a knock on GLEET’s door,
—Housekeeping!
an unfamiliar voice called out.
“Huh? Didn’t you hang the ‘do not disturb’ sign? We said you don’t need to clean or anything.”
Weon, with a face mask on and her hair pulled up in a rabbit-ear headband, sat up and asked Lee Doha.
“…I did hang it…”
What was going on?
All the members, who had been in the middle of chatting with fans, tilted their heads in confusion and looked toward Eon.
“Why are you all staring at me? Look away.”
“You’re our group’s English specialist. Go check it out! Eon, mon!”
“Ugh, get lost. Seriously.”
Eon kicked Weon’s backside and let out a deep sigh.
But he obediently opened the door.
Better to handle this myself than leave it to these incompetent fools….
The moment he opened the door.
“…What?”
There was no one in front of the door.
“Hey, there’s nobody here?”
“Eeeeeek?? W-w-w-what?!?! Could this be a ghost that comes before a Comeback like I’ve only heard about??? A ghost announcing a huge hit??? Could we be getting a huge hit too???”
“….”
Yeonho gave Weon a pitying look for his excessive theatrics, then dragged Lee Doha along.
Who had knocked on the door and then vanished?
Something felt wrong about this.
“…Why, hyung?”
Lee Doha, dragged to Yeonho’s side without warning, furrowed his brow and asked.
“You… stay close to me. Don’t go anywhere.”
“…Hyung, you’re giving me chills. Really, why are you like this…. I have no interest in anyone but Yewon….”
“….”
Damn.
Yeonho muttered a curse under his breath once again today.
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Bang.
The moment the door to GLEET’s room closed.
“…The door’s shut.”
People who had been hiding somewhere in the hallway, outside Glitt’s line of sight, emerged one by one.
Then they began pulling unconscious bodies out of the fire extinguisher cabinet.
They gathered up the crumpled bodies and headed toward the rooftop.
And simultaneously, they looked at Yusong.
“…What should we do, sir?”
“I can’t believe there are actually crazy guys targeting the in-law’s young master….”
“Did you see they were all speaking Japanese? And when we showed up, they seemed more than just surprised.”
The men, equally shocked, shook their heads while looking down at the unconscious Japanese men.
If we hadn’t been here, what would have happened to the in-law!
“They’re definitely Yakuza. I’ve seen guys like this back when I was briefly involved in the underworld. Only Yakuza carry sashimi knives like these.”
One of them searched the crumpled body—no, the Yakuza member—and pulled out a sashimi knife.
“….”
And upon seeing that razor-sharp blade, Yusong let out a deep sigh for the first time in a while and ran his hand through his hair.
Damn.
If they hadn’t come, by now Lee Doha would have….
He didn’t even want to think about it.
Truth be told, what he feared wasn’t Lee Doha getting hurt, but rather the look in Yewon’s eyes as she blamed Yusong for seeing her injured son. But regardless.
He had only just begun to hear himself called “Dad.”
It had almost come with a “I really hate you!” attached to it.
‘…Maybe I wouldn’t have heard the word ‘father’ ever again.’
The thought ignited a sudden surge of rage within me.
Yusong quietly kicked away the Yakuza member who had brought the sashimi knife.
My subordinates, fully sympathizing with my fury, simply nodded in silence.
Our boss’s temper has really mellowed out!
‘Back in the day, when we dealt with those thugs harassing Seoha, we were twice as brutal as this!’
‘Ah. Those days were no joke. I miss those times.’
‘With those American bastards, we could at least shoot guns freely. Now that we’re old and fighting with just our fists, it’s not easy at all.’
The subordinates exchanged glances, communicating only through their eyes.
“The young lady’s instincts must be extraordinary. How did she know exactly when to send us, right at the moment these bastards appeared…?”
At one subordinate’s words, Yusong habitually reached for a cigarette in his pocket before stopping short.
No. A man raising a child couldn’t smoke. I couldn’t do it even if it killed me.
The thought that my cigarette smell might cling to Yewon’s soft, tiny hands made me want to die instead.
I pulled out the cigarette pack from my pocket and shoved it into the mouth of another Yakuza member I’d knocked unconscious with my fist.
“!!”
The men’s eyes widened slightly as they watched Yusong do such a thing without batting an eye.
That premium cigarette, shoved in whole! Why didn’t he give it to us instead!
The wealthy really are different!
“…Install CCTV in every corner of the Penthouse living room and hallway. Preserve minimal privacy. Tell them to install it at Yewon’s house too. These are clearly vicious people. We need to increase our personnel. Request reinforcements from the main family. Twenty-four-hour close protection.”
“Yes, sir!”
“And these bastards….”
Yusong thought of Ryu Prosecutor, then shook his head.
Ryu Prosecutor’s authority was limited to domestic jurisdiction.
But….
“I know one National Intelligence Service agent. Let me request information from them.”
The National Intelligence Service’s stage of operations spanned the entire world.
“…?”
Could ‘know’ and ‘National Intelligence Service agent’ really be used together like that?
Even the subordinates who followed Yusong like his own limbs wore bewildered expressions.
Was he really talking about a National Intelligence Service person like some neighborhood hyung he happened to know!
“In the meantime, we’ll ‘store’ these bastards.”
However, Yusong, completely unaware of his subordinates’ stares, calmly organized the Yakuza members away.
The subordinates, who grasped the exact meaning of ‘store,’ grinned with expressions that said ‘Ah~ we get it, we get it! We understand ‘storage’, we get it!’ and gave a thumbs up.
“Of course, boss! We’ll make sure to ‘store’ them well. We can’t let other people damage them!”
We just need to ‘damage’ them a little ourselves!
“But sir, there’s something strange.”
“What is it?”
“I’m not that fluent in Japanese, so I’m not sure if I understood correctly…. But it seemed like one of them was trying to say, ‘It wasn’t about killing, just injecting some kind of drug!'”
“….”
At my subordinate’s words, I fell into thought for a moment.
If he had understood correctly, something was off.
Based on the circumstances, this “injection”….
“There are too many strange things about this case. When you interrogate them, investigate their motives thoroughly.”
“Yes, sir!”
Yusong glanced at his wristwatch.
Nearly ten minutes had passed.
It was time to return to my daughter.
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“I’m back.”
“…?”
Yewon looked up at her father, who had returned without a single hair out of place.
His suit jacket wasn’t even wrinkled… but….
‘There are blood droplets on his sleeve…!!!!’
What on earth happened upstairs!!!?
Though she wanted to scream right then and there, Yewon, the consummate professional actress, kept her composure.
“Yes, Dad! Are Uncle and the others okay?”
“Perfectly fine. And I’ve asked my friends for a favor.”
“…What kind of…?”
“When Uncle and the others step out for a bit, they’ll install cameras in their living room. Then we’ll be able to watch them in real time. That should give us some peace of mind.”
“….”
Um….
Yewon had no idea where to even begin objecting, so she fell silent for a moment.
“Isn’t that… illegal…?”
“This is Japan, so it’s fine, niece.”
“….”
“In Korea, we’ll use a more indirect method, so don’t worry.”
What do you mean it’s fine….
At Lee Iho’s response instead of Yusong’s, Yewon decided to simply keep her mouth shut.
Don’t try to understand these people with common sense!
“Anyway, your uncles’ schedule tomorrow is quite packed. Since tomorrow is race day, Formula 1 seems to have prepared things properly. …So following your uncles around might be a bit difficult, but will you be alright?”
At Yusong’s concerned words, Yewon nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes! I’ll be fine!”
“Good. Then I’ll have everything prepared.”
For my daughter.
Yusong smiled warmly.
A father’s heart was one that could accomplish anything for his daughter.

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