Chapter 95
Kwak Yeon called over the guesthouse boy to have the table cleaned, and handed the innkeeper not only the room fee but a generous tip on top.
Then, he hoisted Chwi Dugae—now dead drunk—onto his back.
He only prayed the man wouldn’t vomit on his head or clothes.
Only after carrying him did Kwak Yeon understand why he was called Chwi Dugae—the Drunken-Head Beggar. His booze-soaked head felt as heavy as an iron boulder.
There was no doubt about it: the Beggars’ Guild leader doted on his disciple to a ridiculous degree.
When sober, the man spoke and acted with cutting sharpness.
Kwak Yeon had even felt a flicker of tension when Chwi Dugae deduced his identity on the spot. If he had been an enemy, his instincts would’ve made him a dangerous one.
Now, Kwak Yeon sat silently, watching Chwi Dugae sleeping on the bedding, scratching himself fiercely in his sleep.
He was well aware of the long-standing enmity between the Beggars’ Guild and Hao Clan. The two sects overlapped in many fields, especially information handling.
He also knew Hao Clan straddled the line between the orthodox and the demonic.
But still, was this matter truly grave enough to make the Beggars’ Guild tremble with such disgust?
“So that’s not the whole story.”