Ch. 30
At the Blood Emperor's words, Cheongun's two eyes widened.
"Could it be that simple?"
[Haha. I know a little about the underworld. The underworld guys are originally weak in front of the strong, and they pretend to be infinitely strong in front of the weak.]
It was an immutable law that had not changed even after time had passed.
The evil and demonic paths were mostly a deformed structure where the strong took everything. In contrast, the righteous faction put justification before the strength of power.
[No matter what kind of guys they are, if you trample them thoroughly, they won't be able to move. So this time, just trample them with force. For sure.]
At the Blood Emperor's words, Cheongun clenched his fists.
Both his master and the Blood Emperor told him to use them.
It was not an impossible thing. Those third-rate gangs were nothing more than a meal for the Jinyiwei.
"I will do so."
* * *
It was an eerie night.
The moon was slightly hidden by the clouds, but it was not very dark.
As the moonlight pierced through the clouds and fell on the earth, a night bird crossed the moon.
The night bird landed silently on the roof of a mansion located in the northwest of Kaifeng.
On the plaque of the building, it was written "Black Sword Hall."
That mansion was the Black Sword Gang, one of the evil factions based in Kaifeng.
The masked man looked at the Black Sword Hall.
After a while, his figure became blurry and then disappeared from the roof.
Seureureuk.
The two martial artists who were guarding the entrance of the Black Sword Hall fell helplessly.
As the door of the Black Sword Hall opened inward, the gazes of the dozen or so people who were having a meeting inside all turned to the open door.
"What?"
"Huh? Who are you?"
"An assassin?"
The reactions were varied.
The person who had opened the door was wearing a black night suit made of cloth and even had his face covered with a hood.
But he was too dignified to be called an assassin.
Moreover, it was ambiguous to see it as an attack. He had come in alone, even opening the door with dignity, where a dozen or so people were gathered.
The person on the left of the large figure sitting in the center said as if shouting.
"Didn't I ask who you are?"
It was the second-in-command of the Black Sword Gang, the Tablet-Shattering Hand, Wen Ren'e.
He was a fairly well-known master of the evil faction here in Kaifeng. His hand skill, which could break a stone like tofu, was so domineering that even a peak-level master would yield a move.
He didn't know if he was taciturn or mute, but the masked man who had intruded into the room stood there without a word.
In the end, the men who were sitting on the outermost side stood up.
They raised their momentum and strode over, grabbing the masked man's shoulder.
When the masked man did not react at all until his shoulder was grabbed, they became even more ferocious.
The two men roughly pulled the masked man's shoulder and said.
"Let's see you get beaten up until dust comes out in the moonlight."
"If you want to get hit even one less time, follow us obediently."
They had been nervous, thinking that the intruding masked man had a move. But when he was dragged out with his shoulder grabbed without even being able to resist once, their interest waned.
The Tablet-Shattering Hand, Wen Ren'e, lost interest in the masked man and said.
"Let them take care of that guy, and let's finish our meeting."
Just as they were about to start the meeting again, the sound of something struggling was heard from outside.
And after a while, the door opened with an unpleasant sound, and the masked man came in again.
The people in the room couldn't even start the meeting and just stared blankly at the masked man.
"Where are the kids who went with you, and why are you the only one coming in?"
Normally, he should have been dragged in.
But the masked man who had been dragged out came in with a perfectly fine appearance.
It was not difficult to guess what had happened to the subordinates who had dragged the masked man out.
"This is a friend with a move."
The leader and the deputy leader smiled.
But except for the two of them, everyone stood up from their seats and drew their weapons.
Seureureung.
Then they scowled as much as they could.
"A cute guy has come in."
"Whatever the reason, you won't be able to go back nicely."
"If you kneel and beg for forgiveness even now, I will spare your life. Hehe."
The masked man was still silent.
Perhaps because he was displeased with such a masked man, the well-built man in the front swung his fist.
Although he had the grand name of the Great Strength Divine Tablet, he was a person who had barely entered the second-rate. But the Arhat Fist he unfolded was quite fierce.
Whoosh.
Thwack.
The fist of the Great Strength Divine Tablet stopped in mid-air.
Whether by build or momentum, the Great Strength Divine Tablet was superior, but the result was the opposite.
The masked man was holding the fist of the Great Strength Divine Tablet.
His appearance was unwavering, and the appearance of the Great Strength Divine Tablet trying to pull out his grabbed fist looked relatively more pathetic.
The masked man slightly flicked the fist he was holding.
The body of the Great Strength Divine Tablet floated slightly in the air and then fell to the floor with a thud.
Crash!
"Look at this?"
"This is no joke. F*ck, attack!"
The ones who were sitting stood up and attacked the masked man all at once.
Sharp weapons embroidered the air and flashed.
It was a perfect attack that even a first-class martial artist would have difficulty dodging.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
A loud sound was heard, and the entangled people stopped for a moment.
They didn't even know how he had moved. It seemed it hadn't even taken the time to blink once.
The men who had attacked the masked man all collapsed and lay on the floor.
The Tablet-Shattering Hand, Wen Ren'e, who had realized the seriousness of the situation, slowly stood up from his seat.
"I thought a new family member had come in, but that wasn't it."
Pat!
He immediately kicked the table and unfolded his lightness skill. Then he lay down in the air and swung his twin palms.
It was a strong and fierce attack that tore the air.
The masked man did not move and countered Wen Ren'e's twin palms with one hand.
Pang!
Immediately after their hands collided, Wen Ren'e rotated once in the air and aimed for the masked man's chest with both his feet.
Pang!
The masked man's hand deflected Wen Ren'e's two feet.
Wen Ren'e rotated his body again in the air and landed on the floor.
And as soon as his feet touched the floor, he flew at the masked man's arms.
Pat.
The masked man bent his body back and dodged Wen Ren'e's attack.
Then he kicked up at the stomach of Wen Ren'e, who was flying over his body.
Thwack!
Wen Ren'e's body, which was bent like a shrimp, flew back and smashed the door.
The masked man looked around the room.
Everyone was so flustered that they couldn't move.
"Who are you?"
Someone asked the masked man. But the masked man still did not speak.
The leader of the Black Sword Gang, the Black Martial Sword, Zhang Jun, who was sitting in the center, slowly stood up from his seat.
He couldn't gauge the masked man's skills either.
It seemed there would be more harm than good. But he couldn't just back down.
After all, wasn't it the Black Sword Gang that had a reputation in Kaifeng?
"I had a bad dream last night, and the grim reaper has come."
The leader of the Black Sword Gang strode towards the masked man.
He was a person who had risen from the bottom, having wandered through beggar's dens since he was young.
It was easier to find things he hadn't done than things he had done.
But today, the opponent was not good.
Perhaps because he didn't like the appearance of the leader of the Black Sword Gang who was approaching with a swagger, the masked man's figure shot forward.
The leader of the Black Sword Gang's two eyes widened, and at the same time, his head was thrown back.
Thwack.
Crash.
The body of the leader of the Black Sword Gang flew through the air and fell to the floor.
The six men, who were only blinking, raised their respective weapons and attacked the masked man.
A large axe was swung vigorously, aiming for the masked man's head.
A long spear blade sharply dug in, aiming for the masked man's side.
The other four people also joined the attack.
At that moment, the masked man's hand moved slowly.
Coiling Dragon Palm
A palm art that attacked like a coiling dragon was unfolded.
The palm, which left an afterimage in the air and swung once, suddenly grew large and covered the bodies of the attacking men.
Ujijik. Kwaang! Kwaang!
As the weapons broke, the men's bodies were thrown in all directions.
The masked man slowly looked around.
The inside of the hall was a mess. There was almost no intact furniture. But fortunately or unfortunately, no one was dead or seriously injured.
The masked man strode over, righted a chair with a relatively intact leg, and sat down with a thud.
"Stop groaning and gather."
A cold voice flowed out from the masked man. But it was obvious that he had used his internal energy to disguise his voice.
The executives of the Black Sword Gang got up and gathered in front of the masked man.
Although they were hunching their shoulders and making pitiful expressions, they were people who would immediately attack if they saw an opening.
But today, they did not move rashly.
An absolute master.
That was how the masked man looked to them.
The masked man said a word to the gathered people.
"Take the strength out of your eyes."
Perhaps because he didn't like the flashing eyes of the men, the man's hand whipped through the air.
Shushushuk.
Thwack.
The two masked men in front were hit by the Coiling Dragon Palm and rolled on the floor again.
At least the shock was not great, and they stood up again.
"Do you know why I came?"
At the masked man's question, the men's faces contorted.
He had come in unannounced and beaten them like a dog, and now what? He was asking if they knew why he had come?
He was a really funny bastard.
But the leader, the Black Martial Sword, Zhang Jun, opened his mouth.
"Is there something you want us to do?"
He had come in with a mask and shown absolute power. Didn't that mean there was something he wanted them to do?
And it was highly likely that it was a dirty job that he couldn't be known to have done himself.
Sure enough, the masked man said.
"That's right. There's something I want you to do."
Zhang Jun swallowed dryly.
The sound of his subordinates rushing in was heard from outside.
The quick-witted Wen Ren'e shouted to the outside.
"It's nothing, so go back and guard the surroundings thoroughly!"
The ones who were rushing in turned back.
Only then did the masked man tilt his head to one side and say coldly.
"There's something you have to do for me."
"Just give us the order."
"It's not like we're doing business for the first or second time, just tell us."
As if they had been waiting, Zhang Jun and Wen Ren'e replied.
In any case, if they didn't listen, it was clear that there would be a series of funerals. It was better to cooperate as much as possible and help.
If they were lucky, they might even get a piece of the pie.
"I like it. You know the Hyeokryeon Manor, right?"
"Yes."
Padeudeuk.
With the leader's answer, the sound of his teeth grinding was heard.
It seemed there was a lot of resentment in his heart.
"Those guys are getting on my nerves, so will you move as I tell you?"
"Of course."
Although the leader replied that he would, he had an uncomfortable expression for some reason.
"You must be anxious because your skills are inferior to those guys."
"N-no."
The leader even stuttered as if he had been hit in a vital spot.
The masked man stood up from his chair.
The men flinched and staggered back.
"I will send people, so move with them."
"I understand."
If he sent other people, it was worth a try.
Moreover, his ears perked up at the masked man's following words.
"If you just listen to me well, you will also have something to gain."
"Thank you."
He thought he would be lucky just to save his life. But if there was something to gain, it was definitely a profit.
The masked man who had stood up disappeared like the wind without even looking back.
The executives of the Black Sword Gang bowed deeply to the direction where the masked man had disappeared.
"Go well!
The men, who had been standing with their waists bowed for a long time, looked around and straightened their waists.
"Is he gone?"
"Yes, he's gone."
"Aigoo, I'm dying."
The ones who had been beaten by the masked man groaned.
As the tension was released, the pain washed over them.
Fortunately, no one was seriously injured or had broken bones.
Zhang Jun looked at the deputy leader, Wen Ren'e, and said.
"When do you think he'll come?"
"Won't he come within three days?"
"Three days... so if we just wait for three days, we can get a blow on the Hyeokryeon Manor guys?"
"Yes. But I'm still worried."
"Of course, there are cases where they eat the hunting dog after the hunt is over."
Zhang Jun smiled bitterly.
At least there was hope in the last words the masked man had said.
'Damn it, don't tell me he's going to give me a sword meal after making me work?'