A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 12



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12.

As Jang Yi-seo scratched the back of his head in bewilderment, the gangsters who had gathered around opened up their paths to the left and right. If the vice-captain was hit, it was the boss’s turn next.

“This cheeky bastard. He’s quite the hitter.”

A middle-aged man with a black beard. Yong-tae appears. A red-haired Ho-nam-ah. With the ignorant scoundrel Mao.

“It’s you. Jang Isu.”

Mao’s eyes widened and the corners of his mouth turned up. Zhang Yishu also smiled back and answered.

“Nice to see you again, Your Majesty the Seven Princes.”

Two people facing each other like that.

Mao and Zhang Yishu.

The two finally met face to face.

With a tense fight.

“I was so busy that day that I couldn’t even greet you properly. I hope you’re feeling well.”

Body? Ha. Mao let out a breath of absurdity. If you are a arrogant person, you cannot leave him out, but this is an even worse one. How dare you touch my body and ask about my well-being?

“You’re a really funny guy, aren’t you?”

“I hear that often. By the way, did you really call me this many times just to welcome me? You didn’t have to do that.”

As Zhang Yishu looked around and answered sarcastically, Mao put his elbow on Yong Tai’s shoulder, who was smaller than him, and said.

“The more welcoming greetings, the better.”

“Oh, is that so?”

This arrogant bastard. Mao frowned at Zhang Yishu’s blunt answer. It was just bluff. Everyone thinks they are the best until they get beaten up.

“You will be my assistant.”

Mao asked with his arms crossed in pride.

“Yes. I have a big dream, but I come from humble origins. I’m going to grab hold of the rope and go for it.”

“Where.”

Zhang Lijia poked his stomach with his index finger. Mao looked up at the sky with a serious expression and said.

“You’re going… over there?”

You didn’t understand what I said. Jang Il-seo scratched his forehead and corrected himself again.

“I’m talking about standing on the side of the Seven Princes and trying to get promoted.”

Only then did Mao understand Zhang Yishu’s words and burst into laughter.

“What? Puhahaha! Are you an idiot? What are you doing next to me, who has abandoned my family and the world? Getting ahead?”

Self-objectification is certain. Yes, that is right. A rope that has already rotted away and become tattered and frayed.

however.

“Who will climb up on the rope? I will hold on to the fallen rope tightly in my hand. I will climb up on my own feet. Up there.”

Zhang Yishu poked the sky with his index finger again. This time, Mao must have understood clearly, as his pupils dilated and he shook from side to side. And his heart trembled strangely.

‘What’s with this kid? What makes him so confident… … .’

But Mao tried hard to ignore his trembling feelings and shouted firmly.

“Who can’t speak? You’re just a 7th-grade demon. How long are you going to make us listen to that kind of nonsense?!”

As Mao shouted fiercely, Yongtae, who was next to him, opened his eyes fiercely and gave orders to his subordinates.

“Did you hear? It’s George.”

Sreung! The rioters slowly rush in, drawing their swords.

At this, Jang Yi-seo snorted and took a step back. Of course, dealing with them was not difficult.

There are as many ways to destroy a sandcastle as there are grains of sand.

But if you didn’t know, you wouldn’t know, but it’s not the way of a spy to fight these thugs in a public place even if you knew.

Jang Il-seo said softly.

“Didn’t you say earlier that the more welcoming remarks the better?”

“what?”

The moment Mao asks back.

Sssssss.

The bamboo forest swayed eerily again. If it had been a gust of wind earlier, it was now a strong wind.

“what?”

Mao, who was the first to sense the hint, expressed his doubts. Yongtae and the Black Dragon Sect all blinked in bewilderment.

Then, after a while.

A large crowd of people emerged through the bushes.

Black-clad men wearing black masks. And two proud letters engraved on their shoulders.

A room to block (防). A spy to spy (諜).

“Hee, heeeek! Ba, Counterintelligence Corps… …!”

A spy-catching ghost. A living carriage of power. The appearance of the counterintelligence unit.

That too.

“Is this Chilsogung? The maintenance fee probably won’t be that high. Tsk tsk.”

He has curly hair that reaches his shoulders and has an impression of a tiger at first glance.

A middle-aged master with a golden attitude at his waist.

The head of the counterintelligence unit and the head of the private sector.

He went there himself.

“I am the head of the Counterintelligence Corps. I greet you, Lord Chil-gong-ja.”

“Meet the Seven Princes!”

Chuck! The counterintelligence team simultaneously prostrated themselves and chanted. Big, big! Yongtae’s soul escaped upon seeing this, and Mao’s heart throbbed in the sudden situation and his lips became dry.

If it’s the head of the counterintelligence unit, then he’s heard of it too.

My sister, Sa Hae-ryeong’s past teacher, and one of the few powerful figures who directly confronts the cult leader.

But how could such a big shot come to me and kneel down when I was so weak?

“Why is the counterintelligence unit here… … .”

“Once a family member, always a family member. If a guy leaves home and wants to live there, shouldn’t we at least find a place to live? Hehe.”

So that guy is from the counterintelligence unit… …?!

‘It’s done.’

The color drained from Yongtae’s face. Where is the counterintelligence unit? They are devils who will arrest even high-ranking officials if they have evidence. Even their close bond is famous within the school.

Moreover, the fact that he came all the way to Daeju means that he is a real power among real powers.

My hands and feet feel cold, and my mind goes blank.

And then, as if putting a period to this, Jang Seo glared at me coldly and blurted out:

“You haven’t gone yet? Your superiors are talking about being rude.”

“Eek!”

Yongtae swallowed hard, winked at his subordinates, and ran out of the forest.

“Hey, where are you going? Hey!”

Mao is embarrassed and calls them, but it’s no use.

My eyes were filled with emptiness, a deep sense of betrayal and despair.

But this was the reality.

He has nothing left but the name of the Seven Princes. He is just a lonely and desolate loser who runs away from even the slightest pressure.

This is exactly what Jang I-seo wanted to show.

What I’m saying is that the relationships he’s built now are nothing that can be destroyed by such small external pressure.

“Hmm, so that’s why you told me the inauguration date? I thought it was strange that he would never say anything. But I didn’t expect him to suppress his master’s spirit from the first day.”

Gyeomsaik, who had gotten up from his seat, came over and muttered in my ear.

Anyway, keep an eye out.

Jang Il-seo answered with a cold, heartless tone.

“If you’re done looking around, you can leave.”

I’m the one who started this, but I don’t want to keep making a spectacle of it.

“It was going to be like that anyway.”

Gyeomsaikdo nodded and turned around without hesitation. Then, leaving behind his words as if they were being carried away by the wind, he left.

“If you can’t stand it, come back. I’ll leave your seat.”

When I looked back, the counterintelligence unit had disappeared into the bushes, just the way they came.

Shh …

Before we knew it, the once bustling Chilsogung Palace had become quiet again.

Now it’s finally time for just the two of us.

“You… … what are you?”

Mao asked.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’ll hold on tight to you, Prince Chil.”

And there is a man pointing to the sky with his index finger.

“Where? Where the hell are you going?!”

Mao bit his lips hard.

Then Jang Yi-seo smiled brightly and said with sincerity:

“Little leader.”

Thump, thump.

“I will make it for you.”

Minor religious leader.

A small master of the Demonic Cult.

One who will one day become a religious leader and command the world.

Even the simple and ignorant Mao knew the weight of those words. Even now, his heart was pounding and he felt like a mountain was falling on his shoulders.

So I don’t understand the situation now.

They said they would make me a cult leader.

“You… … is this it?”

Mao asked me, twirling his index finger around my ear. Meaning, “Are you crazy?”

“no.”

You have to get it straight. It’s not you who’s crazy, it’s the rock.

“Then, are you an assassin sent from home? Are you trying to push me into a corner?”

“no.”

“What is it? Are you a spy?”

That’s right. When Jang Yiseo looked at him blankly without answering, Mao shook his head and burst out laughing.

“You’re just a big mouth. You want to make me a cult leader? You’re just a 7th-grade demon leader? Hahahaha! How? How can you do that?”

“Just… … Well, it’ll be difficult, but okay?”

“Hey, Mr. Lee! Tell me everything clearly, point by point!”

“Are you interested?”

“No? I’m just asking because I find the way you act funny.”

“Well, first of all… … I think we need to start by improving our relationships. As you can see from what I’ve seen today, Chil-gong-ja’s relationships with his friends are a mess. His relationships with his disciples are a mess. His family relationships too… … .”

At that moment, as Zhang Yishu turned his head and continued reciting the question, boom! A gust of wind blew from in front, and Mao flew in like a tiger.

“shut up!”

A fist filled with anger and inner strength.

One of them, Jang, used the brainwashing technique without even frowning.

Then, the brain energy inside my body enveloped my entire body and I lightly reached out and blocked his fist.

Whoosh! Then a strong wind blew behind me and swept through the bamboo forest.

However, Zhang Yi stood tall like a pillar without taking an inch of action. Then, he looked at Mao, who was startled, and continued speaking.

“Martial arts. And class. It’s all a mess.”

“you……!”

As Mao gritted his teeth and tried to attack again, Zhang Yishu glanced at the large fist blocked by his palm, lightly clenched it, spun it around, and shoved it forward.

“Ugh!”

Then, even though it wasn’t a very powerful force, Mao’s ears became blocked and for a moment, his mind felt like it was going back and forth between heaven and earth.

And then I was pushed back five or six steps, and only then did I stop with my butt bumping against the front door.

“What, what is it… … ?”

A feeling I’ve never felt before.

It may be incomprehensible with Mao’s current strength, but this is the secret of the Wudang faction’s principle of overcoming strength with flexibility.

Zhang Yishu looked at Mao with a blank expression and gave instructions in a solemn voice.

“Do you know? How insignificant is the power you have now? I will change that. I will make you acknowledge it. So first, you must learn to be human… … .”

“Waaaaaaaaaah-!”

While they were talking, Mao suddenly let out a scream and rushed at them like a thunderbolt.

You want to do it again? How stupid.

But the moment Zhang Yishu hardened his gaze and was about to turn his internal energy around, whoosh! Mao ran past him and into the bamboo forest.

He looked back in bewilderment, but it was already gone. Jang-i-seo stared blankly at the empty space and muttered.

“The kid said to his older brother… … .”

If I were being honest, I thought you’d listen a little.

“Well, it’s the first day. But I guess I can give it one leeway.”

Jang Seo-ga snickered and examined the palm of his hand. It was hot and red. If it weren’t for the brain technique, it would have been dangerous.

Soon I looked back at the bamboo forest behind me and saw leaves fallen everywhere like autumn leaves.

It is a trace of the aftermath left by Mao’s rule.

Without any proper diet, just pure internal energy and body.

“They say that Danjeon is the best in the Demonic Cult.”

Honestly, I was more suspicious of the fact that they were letting such a talented person rot away like that.

The leader may be indifferent when choosing one of his seven children, but in Mark’s family, even an illegitimate child is considered a family member.

“You’ll know when you meet later.”

In any case, Mao’s potential was beyond imagination. Even though it was late, it was clear that if he studied hard, he would grow endlessly. Maybe he could become a truly unimaginable absolute master.

of course…….

If there were teachings from Jang Yi-seo, who was the best agent in the rock carving and the best in every field except Danjeon.

“Then, for today… … . Let’s start by sorting out the relationship with the friend who ran away without any sense of duty. It was called the Black Dragon Blue.”

Jang Yiseo turned around and headed towards the bamboo forest.

Whoosh!

Leaving behind the main gate that had been completely destroyed, leaving only a faint trace of the Taegeuk symbol behind.

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