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Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 340

『A great household was brought to ruin by a single assassin.

A murder occurred within the sanctuary. Even the highest elder of the great household was killed.

Not even the Arbiter could handle him properly, and in the end, the household’s official representative met his end too.

So what happened to the assassin who did all that? Was he executed in disgrace? Punished for tarnishing their honor?

“He achieved everything he wanted and officially died.”

That’s where the real problem lay. From beginning to end, the great household had been played like a fool.

They built their name on honor, boasted their status with pride—and now they had been brought to the ground by a single man. The incident became a popular tale. And the result: the household’s honor was tainted beyond repair.

So to reclaim their fallen honor... The great household hired a new assassin...』

Clack.

Shin Seoyul furrowed his brow and rolled up the scroll before he could finish reading it.

“Seriously, couldn’t they just give the damn mission straight up instead of all this backstory?”

What a load of self-justifying crap. Was this really necessary?

Muttering to himself:

“In the end, it’s just about controlling the press, right?”

That was the moment Shin Seoyul remembered exactly why he hated the great household. They could drone on forever with their noble language. But the mission was simple: Kill a journalist inside the hotel who was exposing their incompetence.

Classic top brass move—media control always came first.

Hoo...

Letting out a short sigh, Shin Seoyul headed straight for the vault.

Inside were hundreds of gold coins, tinged with the faint metallic scent of age. He had stockpiled so much that even in a grim situation like this, the sight made him smirk.

‘I was supposed to just earn enough, retire, and buy myself a nice apartment.’

But things didn’t go according to plan.

Trying to buy the apartment too soon had landed him deep in debt. On top of that, he’d tried to “go clean” and start a new business—only to crash and burn.

Back then, to survive, he had no choice but to take out a bold loan. Well, not exactly a loan—he’d just received a fat stack of free money.

‘I thought a single mark would net me tens of billions. Sounded like easy profit.’

Turns out, it wasn’t.

Grumble grumble grumble.

Mumbling complaints about his own misfortunes, Shin Seoyul headed into the heart of Gangnam.

A dizzying intersection. Towering skyscrapers.

The apex of 21st-century South Korea’s development.

And nestled between those modern monoliths, stood one utterly out-of-place hanbok shop.

A world-famous designer had apparently “redefined the future of hanbok” or whatever... But to Seoyul, it just looked like a fancy front for selling illegal military gear.

Muttering under his breath again, Shin Seoyul stepped inside.

“Welcome. Are you here to browse hanbok? Or do you have an appointment?”

A cheerful staff member greeted him immediately. Multicultural trends were all the rage lately, but having a blonde, blue-eyed beauty working at a hanbok shop?

It should’ve felt odd. But her smile was so dazzling, so warm—that any first-time visitor would’ve naturally smiled back without realizing it.

But to Shin Seoyul...

‘This is insane.’

...it just felt like watching his close friend running some dumb business. All he could feel was disgust.

No matter how many times he heard it, that fake-cheerful greeting never got any easier. How could she fake it so well?

Without replying, Seoyul simply handed over a single gold coin.

“I mean, here I am being all polite and smiling—don’t you think handing over a coin without even saying anything is just rude?”

“Can you please just let me in without starting a damn argument?”

“Our Seoyul... I even wiped your butt back in the day.”

“Yeah, and I washed your piss-soaked blankets, remember?”

That heartwarming exchange behind them, Seoyul moved deeper into the hanbok shop.

“What, you’re coming too?”

“Well, I’m the barmaid. If I don’t go, who will?”

“You’re the barmaid? What about the old couple? They were running the place.”

“They’re off on a cruise now, traveling the world. Gotta enjoy retirement.”

“Hah... Meanwhile I’ve gotta kill someone in a hotel.”

“You’re... you’re seriously killing someone in a hotel? Inside the sanctuary?”

They got into the elevator and descended straight to the basement.

Ding.

A hidden level, not even shown on the architectural blueprints. Sub-basement level 2.

“Alright, bring out some makgeolli, ice floating on top.”

He wanted one last drink before heading off to kill.

Inside the vault, he was greeted by walls lined with firearms and bulletproof gear.

‘All this... just to kill one reporter?’

So much to prepare.

***

That was the end of the immersion. The final scene was clearly a homage to the sommelier sequence from John Wick.

‘He really called her “barmaid”?’

Well, it’s not wrong. If the West has sommeliers, Korea has barmaids.

It wasn’t incorrect—but somehow it felt so intimate. So uniquely Korean.

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