Fabre in Sacheon’s Tang

‘These bastards are dead today! Just a bunch of river thugs, and they think they can do what?!’

Wolyeong’s venom had clearly been neutralized, yet it still felt as if flames were shooting out of my eyes.

With a fury like an erupting volcano, I glared at the river bandits.

“Khehehe.”

“Boss, I really like the sound of that! Gahaha!”

The bandits were laughing, having the time of their lives.

But my uncontrollable rage? That would be handled by Cho, my daughter, who had inherited her father’s will.

I didn’t just want those boats flipped—I wanted them split in half.

‘Cho, just cut their boats in two!’

I was already imagining their smug faces turning pale, their laughter turning into screams—

But then, a small doubt crept into my mind.

‘Wait, why isn’t it happening?’