Ma Kyung-rok has two younger brothers.
His second brother, Ma Kyung-sang, is one year younger.
His third brother, Ma Kyung-soo, is two years younger.
Although they fought often when they were young, they never had serious conflicts.
The reason their relationship became estranged as adults was none other than money.
As they grew older, they realized the value of money and understood that they were more than just born with silver spoons in their mouths—they had diamond spoons.
They also knew that they would inherit a vast fortune once their father passed away.
Naturally, they began to protect their own interests, and the problem was the eldest, Ma Kyung-rok.
Typically, the position of successor is held by the eldest son.
The second and third sons were likely to live their entire lives under his shadow.
Is it because they feared ending up in that situation?
The brothers joined forces and began protesting to their father, claiming it was unfair.
They argued that it wasn’t reasonable for Ma Kyung-rok, who had no abilities, to monopolize everything and that they were much more suitable to run the company.
Acknowledging that they had a point, Ma Dae-cheol declared that he would abandon the usual custom and choose the successor based on ability.
This was why Ma Kyung-rok had no choice but to have a bad relationship with his brothers.
“What are you guys doing here?”
Ma Kyung-rok’s cold gaze was met with equally sharp looks from Ma Kyung-sang and Ma Kyung-soo.
“What do you think we’re here for? To congratulate you.”
“Can’t your younger brothers even congratulate you?”
“I don’t want your congratulations. Leave.”
“Come on, do you think we came here because we wanted to?”
“Father, no, the chairman, asked us to come along.”
Chairman Ma Dae-cheol gave his two sons a piercing look.
“Enough, all of you. Do you really have to fight after coming all the way here?”
“……”
“I called you to see your brother’s achievements and to reconcile, yet here you are glaring at each other as if you want to kill.”
“That’s right, guys. Isn’t it time to acknowledge your brother?”
At the sound of a voice from behind, they turned their heads to see a well-built middle-aged man entering with bodyguards.
It was Ma Dong-won, the mayor of Seoul.
“Uncle… No, Mr. Mayor, you’re here too?”
“It’s been a while, Kyung-rok. There’s no need for formalities among family. Just call me uncle.”
Despite his imposing appearance, Ma Dong-won smiled softly and tried to lighten the cold atmosphere between the brothers.
“Thank you for arranging this celebration. Did you prepare it yourself?”
“I just prepared it modestly.”
“A celebration for a company that has returned to KOSPI after five years shouldn’t be modest.”
“What’s the big deal about getting listed on KOSPI? Father built an entire group. So, I shouldn’t settle here. I need to lead the group from now on.”
As Ma Kyung-rok said this, he looked at his brothers with eyes that saw them as losers, a mocking smile on his lips.
‘You bastard…!’
‘If it weren’t for him, damn it!’
Ma Kyung-sang and Ma Kyung-soo clenched their fists, shaking without even realizing it, while Ma Dong-won laughed heartily.
“Hahaha! So you’re going to be the future heir of Ohsung Group? Yes, you need that kind of confidence to inherit the group!”
Feeling satisfied, Ma Dong-won patted Ma Kyung-rok on the shoulder and looked at his brother.
“Brother, do you need to worry about your eldest son anymore?”
“No, I don’t. With such clear achievements, what is there to worry about?”
“Aren’t his achievements beyond expectations? You said the condition was to be within the top 30 of KOSDAQ.”
“Right. I never imagined he would get listed on KOSPI so blatantly. He really did well.”
Ma Kyung-rok smiled proudly at his father’s praise.
“Thank you, chairman.”
Hearing such words from his father, who was usually stingy with compliments, felt like a reward for all his hard work.
In contrast, his brothers didn’t even try to manage their expressions, their faces twisted in displeasure.
It seemed like their father brought them to humiliate them rather than to reconcile.
Ma Dae-cheol had another intention.
‘My sons, envy, resent, and be jealous of your brother. That will be the driving force that will make you grow stronger.’
In truth, Ma Dae-cheol had no intention of reconciling his sons.
He didn’t expect it either.
He just wanted to show them their elder brother’s achievements and stimulate them to grow.
That was the real reason he brought his two sons here.
‘Now that they’ve been stimulated enough, Kyung-sang and Kyung-soo will strive harder to catch up with their brother.’
But Ma Dae-cheol didn’t know.
Bringing the brothers here was like adding fuel to the fire.
“By the way, brother, isn’t it time you tell us?”
“Tell you what?”
“Your nickname.”
At Ma Kyung-sang’s question, Ma Kyung-rok fell silent.
The three brothers were all players in their twenties.
They knew well what it meant to reveal their nickname.
‘These bastards, are they trying to track me?’
Revealing a nickname was like showing one’s face behind a mask.
It provided an excuse to track someone.
In the other world where you could stab someone in the back and leave the body behind without being punished.
‘What do they want to do after learning my nickname? Kill me?’
There was no other reason to ask for his nickname.
That’s why he hadn’t revealed it until now.
“What are you going to do with my nickname?”
“Just curious.”
“What’s your nickname then?”
“Come on, don’t you know about respecting your elders? You should tell us first.”
“Black Scythe.”
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