Super Zoo-Chapter 657 - 648: The Mysterious Power

Park Jeong-ui grunted affirmatively and continued to eat dog meat heartily, speaking as he ate, "Youngming, you're a father, a husband. Can you stand to watch your son paralyzed in a wheelchair his whole life? Your wife, spending her life in tears?"

"But..." Park Young-myeong's voice trembled as he spoke of his son's illness, despite his seasoned persona in the business world. "We can't even diagnose his illness, spending any amount of money might not cure him..."

"It is precisely for this reason that we must earn more money!"

Park Jeong-ui interrupted his brother, "We have already lived half of our lives, but Zhebin's life is just blossoming. He's not even 18 this year! With the continuous development of technology, maybe one day in the future, there will be a technology capable of treating his disease. We might not live to see that day, but Zhebin is young. If that day comes and he cannot be treated due to lack of funds, I wouldn't rest in peace even if I were buried underground!"

"Will there really be such a day?" Park Young-myeong said blankly.

Looking at his brother, who in truth was somewhat fragile but had always had to pretend to be strong, standing as a firm support for his son and his women, Park Jeong-ui's heart softened. He poured his brother a drink, patted his shoulder, slowed his tone, and said, "Even if that day never comes, we still need to earn enough money to ensure that after we die, Zhebin can live a relatively comfortable life in this world."

"Brother... You and Father have sacrificed so much for the family over the years!"

"Don't say that, Youngming. You must remember, supporting a family is a man's duty. If we can't even do that, we've lost face and meaning as men."

Park Jeong-ui picked up a piece of dog leg meat, dipped it in the sauce, lifted it to his mouth but did not immediately eat it, instead, he placed it in the small dish beside him.

"I hope that the sins of our Park family will end with my generation, and that Zhebin can live happily under the sun in the future, even if he's sitting in a wheelchair, not having to live every night in fear and guilt," said Park Jeong-ui.

"No, brother, hunting animals is not a sin; it's merely illegal. Your contributions to our family cannot be morally judged by those so-called kind people," Park Young-myeong confidently shook his head.

"I'm not talking about that," Park Jeong-ui pointed to his chest, then looked up at the national flag hanging in the box and spoke soberly, "To survive, our ancestors made many wrong choices, and while those actions can be understood, it doesn't mean they can be forgiven. If we do wrong, even for survival, we should pay the price... Zhebin's illness might be the cost of our Park family betraying its own country."

Park Young-myeong was left speechless.

If his son's illness was retribution for past treachery, such an explanation smacked of idealism. Yet, in real life, the variety of invisible obstacles he faced in business were indeed mostly due to the ancestral sins.

Despite decades passing by, the records were still accessible. The Park family, bearing the stigma of traitors, had difficulty in every endeavor.

With just a little digging, one could uncover the Park family's "crimes" committed during World War II. Any business venture would struggle to gain government approval, given the need to consider public perception; and whether in commerce or politics, competitors only needed to dig up a bit of the Park family's past, sling the term "traitor" out there, and the Park family would be defenseless.

Even the power that Park Jeong-ui possessed could only be used against animals, not people: a traitor's descendant, any hint of bad news, would invite rigorous and crushing investigation by the police.

The Park family wasn't poor, and Park Jeong-ui was powerful, but in Korea, they could only live extremely low-key lives, walking on thin ice wasn't an overstatement.

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Rich in gold, yet living like a beggar.

"Alright, brother, quickly sign this document. If nothing unexpected happens, we can drink together again in two months," Park Jeong-ui took out a document from a black leather bag, casually pushed it to Park Young-myeong, and chuckled, "Of course, we won't meet here next time. We'll take Zhebin out for pizza!"

Park Jeong-ui would always sign a document with his younger brother before undertaking any "somewhat risky" missions, stipulating that if he were to die or go missing for over half a year, all his assets would be inherited by his younger brother, Park Young-myeong.

After seeing the long string of bank account numbers, stocks, and property information on the document, Park Young-myeong's brow slightly furrowed and his hand trembled as he signed his name at the bottom of the document.

"Alright, I'm going to get ready," Park Jeong-ui laughed heartily and patted his younger brother on the shoulder again, "Relax a bit, I firmly believe that the Park family's lineage will not end!"

After speaking, he tugged on a rope hanging on the wall which was connected to a bell outside. Before long, the elderly chef entered, beaming with a packed clay pot.

While putting on his shoes, Park Jeong-ui smiled and said, "Do you know why I love you so much, younger brother? Ha-ha, because ever since you were little, you didn't like to eat dog meat, never fighting with me for meat... Ha-ha, such a memorable childhood..."

Park Young-myeong shrugged his shoulders and said with a sense of grievance, "Who says that? It was because I wasn't as strong as you when I was little, and I couldn't beat you! Moreover, mom and dad always took care of the eldest son in the family."

"Mr. Park Jeong-ui, it's all packed," the chef said cheerfully, handing the clay pot to Park Jeong-ui with both hands.

"Thank you," Park Jeong-ui nodded slightly and snapped his fingers at his brother, "That's what I mean. I've owed you since we were kids, and now it's my turn to take care of you. Younger brother, don't think too much and wait for my return."

"Brother, please take care of yourself!" Park Young-myeong stood up and bowed deeply.

...

After leaving the dog meat restaurant, Park Jeong-ui walked alone on the bustling street, quickly blending in with the flow of white-collar pedestrians, almost indistinguishable from them.

This time he decided to go to Huaxia, to Qinling, to target those animals—not only for economic reasons but also for a more important one.

This reason involved an inexplicable secret that he didn't want to tell anyone, even planning to take the secret with him to the grave when his time came.

Since his great-grandfather's time, the Park family had passed down hunting-related skills only to the eldest son and grandson, with other branches taking up different professions.

Therefore, only Park Jeong-ui himself knew this secret.

When his great-grandfather was working as an executive in the "Species Research Institute," he was once sent to Huaxia's Qinling to capture rare animals. There, he encountered a very mysterious incident where a squad of fully armed soldiers and a dozen hunters all died, leaving only his great-grandfather as the sole survivor.

His great-grandfather didn't tell anyone about the incident at the time and didn't describe it in detail to his descendants.

However, the ancestor who succeeded his great-grandfather picked up from bits and pieces that there was a mysterious power hidden in Qinling.

Perhaps this mysterious power could cure his nephew, Park Cheol-bin's illness.