Super Zoo

The Park family's legend had been passed down for nearly a century among the eldest sons of the family.

Since the original person involved, for some reason, perhaps did not want to involve the family, they always remained vague and unwilling to elaborate.

But within a family, there are always snippets of conversation that get out.

After nearly a century, no one could ascertain the original truth, nor whether this power truly existed, and what it was?

As time passed, Park Jeong-ui himself began to doubt it too, thinking it was probably just a legend to add a mysterious element to the family.

If not for the abnormal circumstance, Park Jeong-ui might never have paid attention to this legend, but ever since his nephew Park Cheol-bin's lower body became paralysed for no reason, and no medical technology could detect the cause, Park Jeong-ui suddenly recalled the legend.

For safety reasons, he even went through several channels to find a well-known poaching organization in Africa, paying a high price for them to send people to investigate in Qinling. That time, the other party's men disappeared without trace, neither seen in life nor found in death.

By coincidence, the animal escape incident happened right in Qinling, and Park Jeong-ui decided to go there himself.

Walking past the bustling Jiangnam District, he pushed open the door to a small bar on the corner of the street. The bar was quiet and empty, with only one customer who had drunk too much and was fast asleep with his head on the table.

"A shot of strong liquor," Park Jeong-ui sat at the bar, gave a slight smile at the bartender, and all the while passed over a one-won Korean coin.

Jiangnam District is an area for the wealthy, and the bars here would certainly not be cheap.

The Korean won is not very valuable; one won is worth about 0.6 fen in Huaxia currency.

In such a place, even tens of thousands of won might not be enough for a drink, yet Park Jeong-ui actually offered one won?

The bartender did not get angry but picked up the coin, looked at the date of minting at the back, and whistled, "Wow, one from '99." His attitude turned respectful immediately, "Sir, what quality of strong liquor would you like?"

"The highest quality."

"How many? Any specific brand? How would you like it?"

"Five, Nature's Echo, packed to drink overseas."

"Would you like ice with that? Big cubes or small cubes?"

Park Jeong-ui laughed, "You young fellow, is there even a need to ask?"

"Oh, I see now, since it's going overseas, big cubes definitely wouldn't be appropriate, so small cubes then." The bartender scratched his head, took a step back, and gave a deep bow, "Thank you, senior, for your guidance and support."

After a rather mysterious conversation, Park Jeong-ui recruited five professional poachers armed with small-caliber weapons.

...

After leaving the dog meat restaurant, Park Young-myeong sat alone in the private room, staring at the 'property transfer agreement' in his hands for a long time.

The chef, with a kind face, not young and with a head of grey-white hair, but still robust in build, was not busy in the kitchen. Instead, he had stayed in the private room with him the whole time without leaving.

"If I decide to do it..." Park Young-myeong suddenly raised his head, stared at the chef, and asked in a low voice, word by word, "How certain are you?"

In the face of Park Jeong-ui, the uncertainty and weakness had vanished, replaced by a ruthlessness.

The chef squinted as if weighing the odds, or perhaps daydreaming.

"If it's a head-on clash, I'm not very confident; but if we strike from the shadows, and Mr. Park Jeong-ui is caught off guard, I am more than 90% certain," the chef nodded.

Park Young-myeong took a deep breath, his facial muscles twitching as if he was making a significant sacrifice, slammed the table hard, and said through clenched teeth, "Then let's do it!"

The chef did not immediately respond but said calmly, "My life is yours, even if you ask me to go head-on, I would not hesitate. But this time... Boss, is it worth it? Mr. Park Jeong-ui is your own brother, he treats you as if you were his son, and besides... although his wealth is substantial, it might not be impossible for you to surpass him in your lifetime."

Park Young-myeong took a harsh swig of alcohol, his face turning red instantly, and nearly roared, "Mr. Sakata, do you think that I want to kill my brother just for his wealth?"

The chef Sakata held a special relationship with Park Young-myeong, a loyal companion and a close friend, and spoke without much reservation.

He smiled and said, "That amount of wealth would be enough for the most filial son to personally kill his own father. For the kindest woman, to betray her husband."

"No, it's not what you think!" Park Young-myeong seemed to be defending himself, his neck flushed as he explained, "The respect and love I have for my brother is no less than what he has for me!"

Mr. Sakata nodded, signaling him to continue.

Having grown up protecting this young master, the assassin Mr. Sakata knew his character well, fully aware that such a decision must have been extremely difficult for him. Without creating an opportunity for him to unburden his heart, he would suffocate from the pressure.

"But I love my son even more!" Park Young-myeong gulped down the bitter liquor, "Maybe it really is karma. My brother is sterile by nature, and the low quality of my sperm—it's a miracle that Zhebin was even born! My brother is absolutely right, we must earn enough money for Zhebin. Even if we can't cure him, we must let him live out his life in the sunshine, not burdened by the stigma of being a traitor's descendant, subject to ridicule!"

Mr. Sakata continued to nod; he knew his young master wasn't finished speaking yet.

Having consumed only a few drinks, Park Young-myeong seemed as though intoxicated, "How to make money? Did big brother really think that we could make a fortune through his illegal business? No! Only through legitimate business, can we make more money, legal money that Zhebin won't have to worry about being confiscated! And to expand the business, big brother is my biggest obstacle; as long as he's around, the government and police will keep a close watch on me every day! The dog meat restaurant has already reached its limit, I really have no way to expand the dining business any further!... If, if I could expose him, expose a traitor's descendant continuing to engage in shady illegal business... This would prove that I am a law-abiding businessman, that I've made contributions to this country, and that the Park family truly has reformed... Only then can the food business expand and truly cleanse the stain left by our ancestors..."

"A traitor's descendant..." Mr. Sakata repeated the phrase.

"Yes. A traitor's descendant, hahaha! A traitor's descendant trying to prove his patriotism by exposing another traitor's descendant... Haha... It's too ridiculous..."

Park Young-myeong's voice grew louder; fortunately, the restaurant had closed and no third party could hear.

He seemed a little crazy, desperately pounding on the table, tears and snot mixing on his face.

"And you, Mr. Sakata, you've also betrayed your motherland! A Japanese man, living as a Korean for decades, my ancestors for survival, you for the sake of damn love... Haha, hahaha, you actually fell in love with my mother... Haha, it's so ridiculous... We're all traitors... What perfect partners we are..."

Everyone has a story that could fill a book. Watching his young master who was close to truly getting drunk, Mr. Sakata's mind conjured up the image of a smiling woman, and the smile on his own face became more genuine.

To kill his elder son for his younger, all because of a dying woman's request: Youngming is weak in character and has suffered much since childhood. I am very sorry for him, Mr. Sakata, please, I beg you to take care of him...

"Are you sure you want to do this?!" Mr. Sakata rose, donning that mask-like smile, asking Park Young-myeong for the last time.

"I! AM! SURE!" Each word was like a mountain. After uttering those three words, Park Young-myeong's whole being seemed to be drained, unloading burdensome weights, yet losing his last bit of strength, he lay on his back on the ground, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Go on, make my brother's departure a swift one." After Park Young-myeong said this, he closed his eyes, not wishing to utter another word.

Mr. Sakata nodded, stood up, and adjusted the room's air conditioning to a suitable temperature. He walked out of the private room, gently closing the door behind him.

"Young master, even though I disagree with your thoughts, I will fulfill my promise. I will erase Mr. Park Jeong-ui entirely, both psychologically and physically, so that your family can survive without future worries."

Looking at the door of the private room, Mr. Sakata muttered to himself, then turned and walked into the dim corridor between the rows of rooms.

...

At the same time Park Jeong-ui left the national borders, the related departments in Korea received an anonymous tip-off.

Mysterious to those at the ground level, the real higher-ups were all too aware of the source of this tip-off.

Korea's authorities weren't completely ignorant of Park Jeong-ui's actions over the years, but his operation had been so clean that no evidence was left behind, leaving them somewhat at a loss.

They immediately contacted Huaxia's relevant authorities. If Park Jeong-ui could be caught red-handed poaching protected animals, he would certainly be convicted.

A few days later, the head chef of the dog meat restaurant, Mr. Sakata, tendered a letter of resignation, saying that with his advancing age, he hoped to travel the world while he was still healthy, making wherever he went his home.

On the surface, he severed all ties with Park Young-myeong.

Before, there was no evidence of Park Jeong-ui's poaching and trafficking of animals. This time, even if caught in the act, at most he would receive a sentence of a few years, effectively destroying his 'business.'

But as his brother, Park Young-myeong knew him too well.

He was a man of clear grudges and passions, fiery in nature.

Once released and having understood everything, brotherly affection wouldn't save his life.

Thus, for his son to live happily under the sun, and for himself to live on with his son, his brother must die!

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Is it a trend now, this love-hate relationship thing?