The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - Chapter 209 (Part 2)

Chapter 209: Parking Lot (Part 2)

Ma Kyung-sang and Ma Kyung-soo were never particularly close.

Having grown up under a strict father while receiving business training, they viewed each other as competitors.

Although they bickered like any other brothers, it was solely due to their rivalry for succession.

They both realized that only money ruled the world, and as such, each saw the other as nothing more than an obstacle.

However, the constant rivalry and discord lasted only until last year.

As the eldest son, Ma Kyung-rok’s company began to grow, the two brothers became increasingly anxious.

As it looked like he might fulfill their father’s conditions, they joined hands.

It was a temporary alliance to deal with a common enemy.

“Kyung-sang hyung, have you thought of a plan?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it, but it seems your plan, Kyung-soo, is the best.”

“Right? It’s the most realistic and has the highest chance of success, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it seems that way.”

The plan proposed by the youngest, Ma Kyung-soo, was quite simple.

They would kidnap Ma Kyung-rok while he was on his way back from work, wearing masks, and challenge him to a duel.

The duel conditions would be set in their favor.

They couldn’t possibly lose.

Of course, Ma Kyung-rok would refuse, but if they threatened to kill him on the spot, what choice would he have?

He would have no choice but to accept, even with tears in his eyes.

“Hyung. If we do it the way I suggested, we can get rid of Kyung-rok hyung cleanly. The duel’s outcome will decide who steps down from the position of successor. We’ll have the upper hand, no doubt.”

“So, once he accepts the duel, it’s all over?”

“Exactly. It’s as good as our victory. And if we add a condition that he can’t reveal anything, we can completely remove Kyung-rok hyung from the succession race.”

“And then we can compete fairly between ourselves?”

“That’s right. Until then, we absolutely must not backstab each other. Got it, hyung?”

“Hey! Do I look like someone who would do that? You’re the one who shouldn’t backstab me.”

“I know, I know. I’m just saying it as a precaution, so don’t take it to heart.”

Though Ma Kyung-soo spoke reassuringly, inwardly, he was smirking.

‘Once we get rid of Ma Kyung-rok, you’re next, you bastard.’

They were only cooperating to deal with Ma Kyung-rok, but Ma Kyung-soo intended to take the position of successor for himself.

No matter how dirty the methods.

“But what if Kyung-rok hyung resists? Are we really going to have to fight to the death?”

‘This pathetic bastard. A second son, yet he’s so weak-minded!’

Although Ma Kyung-soo thought his brother’s question was pathetic, he didn’t show it.

Despite everything, Ma Kyung-sang was a useful second brother to have around.

“Yeah, we might have to. We should try not to kill him, but if he resists too much…”

A murderous gleam flickered in Ma Kyung-soo’s eyes.

“We’ll have to kill him, even if he is our eldest brother.”

“Hey, isn’t that going too far? No matter what, killing him is…”

“Then what about kidnapping? Is that okay?”

“That’s still better than murder, isn’t it?”

“Hyung. Do you think you can inherit the Ohsung Group without being prepared to do what it takes? Or are you laying the groundwork to bail out later? After we’re already in too deep?”

“N-No, it’s not that. I was just wondering if there was a better way than killing…”

“That’s why we’re giving him a chance. If he accepts the duel, Kyung-rok hyung can still keep his life.”

“But, do you think we can beat Kyung-rok hyung? The two of us?”

“Why wouldn’t we? We’re all about the same level, right? Do you think we’d lose, even with the numbers on our side?”

“Still. There’s a feeling about him, isn’t there? Didn’t you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

“Kyung-rok hyung. Sometimes his eyes give me the creeps. It’s like he could be a serial killer or something.”

“What are you talking about, hyung? What’s so scary about him? Are you seriously chickening out and laying the groundwork to back out?”

“N-No, who’s chickening out? I’m just saying there were times when he seemed that way.”

“Don’t worry about it, hyung. Kyung-rok hyung isn’t Black Scythe, and the two of us can definitely handle him.”

“Y-Yeah, I guess so?”

While Ma Kyung-soo was brimming with confidence, Ma Kyung-sang seemed a bit more concerned.

‘Tch, this idiot of a second brother. He’s scared over nothing. I’m the only one fit to be the successor.’

As he thought this, Ma Kyung-soo arrived at the underground parking lot of Ma Kyung-sang’s apartment.

“Hyung. Let’s have a detailed discussion tomorrow.”

“Yeah. We still have time, so let me know when and where by text tomorrow.”

Ma Kyung-soo nodded and got into his car as Ma Kyung-sang waved.

“Drive safely.”

“Got it, hyung. Oh? What the hell?”

As he started his Porsche, a warning light came on, and Ma Kyung-soo got out of the car.

“What’s wrong?”

“Looks like the tire’s flat.”

“All of a sudden?”

“I don’t know. Ah, here it is. There’s a hole here. Damn it.”

“See? I told you to drive more carefully. Have you been sneaking out at dawn to race with your car club again?”

“Come on, I quit that a long time ago.”

“Then why is a perfectly good tire flat?”

“Exactly.”

“Maybe someone slashed it on purpose?”

“Looks that way. Damn it, what kind of bastard…”

Sighing, Ma Kyung-soo looked at his brother.

“I guess I’ll have to borrow your car, hyung.”

“Ugh, what a hassle… Fine, wait here. I’ll get the keys.”

While Ma Kyung-sang went up to his apartment, Ma Kyung-soo waited, smoking a cigarette.

Fsssh-

“Ugh, why won’t this light…”

Just then, he sensed someone approaching and looked up.

“Hyung, you’re already back…”

Wham-!

Ma Kyung-soo was knocked out by a shield blow, and three minutes later, Ma Kyung-sang returned.

“Kyung-soo, where are you? I brought the keys. Huh?”

Looking around, Ma Kyung-sang noticed his brother’s cigarette and Zippo lighter on the ground.

“What’s this? This is Kyung-soo’s…”

As he picked up the items, he sensed someone quickly approaching from behind.

Thinking it was his brother, he turned his head, only to be struck hard in the face by a shield.

Thud-

An Sang-cheol, who had knocked out the brothers, loaded them into a van and made a call.

“It’s done, sir. Yes. I’ll bring them in now.”

Shortly after, the van An Sang-cheol was driving sped out of the parking lot.