A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 134



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134.

#Just a bandit (2)

Guyu explained to Mao kindly.

“Don’t try to go against it, just get along.”

“Match the sum… …?”

Mao stroked his chin with his index finger, lost in thought.

Hong Ran had clearly said something similar before going to Guryongseong.

‘Isn’t listening to Changryongdo’s words like telling us to follow him? If we continue to follow the flow of the blade, we might be able to figure out where it will lead next.’

Moving together, not against each other.

Mao looked down at the spear dragon sword in his hand.

Could it be because we continued to be together as Jang Il-seo said?

The trajectory of the sword, which I had no idea about before, naturally comes to mind. It’s as if I can follow it with just one flick of my hand.

“I think I know something! I have a feeling! Then just one more time… … .”

Kwaaaaang!

It was at this moment that Mao raised his head and was about to ask Gu Yu to spar with him again.

With a loud noise, the door, which had not even been fully made, burst into pieces.

“what…….”

When Mao raised his head, he saw the Iron Horse Trio standing firmly in front of him, blocking the flying wooden debris.

“Over-estimation, Asin. Protect your master.”

Gwapyeong and Asin nodded and quickly stood next to Mao. Then Guyu took a step forward.

Okay then.

“Hahahahaha!”

A gaunt, pale figure with bandages wrapped around his hands appeared through the broken door.

A crippled bastard limping towards you on crutches.

A collateral branch of the Maga family. Mao’s cousin.

“Marginal ball… …!?”

Yes, he reappeared leading dozens of warriors.

Sharpening the sword of revenge to avenge the sorrow I suffered last time.

“Hehe. How have you been, Seven Princes? Your eyes have become much brighter.”

“Oh, well. But you’re not very good. Is it hard for you to make a living?”

In a bandage, on crutches.

“Whose fault is it all!”

“I don’t want to know.”

Mao scanned the front with a determined expression.

It wouldn’t be an ordinary thing to break down the gate and come in in broad daylight. In addition, there were an estimated thirty warriors who had gathered to surround them.

“What are you trying to do now?”

Mao glared at him fiercely, startling Majingu.

‘What the heck, you little punk. You seem a little different than I told you… … .’

He was originally a coward, but he still had a certain recklessness to him. But now, he was somehow heavy.

‘Huh, I guess he’s acting like that because he trusts those thieves. But do you know? Who’s with me right now? Hehe.’

Margin Goo smiled sinisterly. Then he replied.

“What are you doing? I’ll just live my life quietly like I always have. Why do you keep making a fuss, Chil, Gong, Ja, Nim! After the younglings of the throne, now you’re bringing thieves to the palace. Are you crazy?”

“Ha, you did this just because of that? Did you fall headfirst into the Chuiseonru? That’s enough. Just pay your debts and get out. You don’t deserve to be called a traitor.”

“I guess you’ve already forgotten who I am. I’m Majingu!”

“I know, Majingu. That little flying fish that used to tease and beat Maishin whenever he wanted.”

“I know that, but still like this?!”

“That’s why it’s like this.”

Mao chuckles.

But there was a time when I thought he was a pretty strong guy. Now I see.

‘You are no good to me.’

Does a tiger have to fight a cat to know who will win? I just felt it. This guy is no match for a lynx.

Bam.

Mao walked forward fearfully, passing Gwapyeong and Asin.

“hmm!”

At this, Majin-gu reflexively leaned back. Then, surprised by his own actions, he reproached himself. What the heck? Am I being fooled right now? To that bastard Mao?!

“Margin Goo. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

“Wh, what are you talking about!”

“What you’ve done to me so far. When I think about it, it’s so unfair.”

Mao approached with a fierce expression. Majingu was filled with confusion and anger at the same time. What’s wrong with this kid? You really want to fight me? You’re a bastard, and you dare fight me, Majingu?!

“I’m a slut-!”

Margingu pushed in his sore leg and shouted at the top of his lungs. For a moment, the room froze.

“and…….”

Mao opened his mouth wide.

“x I’m pathetic.”

“What the heck, you little punk?!”

Phew. Mao let out a deep sigh. Then he approached her slowly and said.

“Hey, Margingu.”

“why.”

“You should get hit.”

“Wh, what… … Wait a minute. I said it’s my neck?”

“Oh, I’m a loser.”

“Kwaaaaak!”

Mao’s fists instantly penetrated Majingu’s entire body.

There is no special attack. It is just a level of beating.

But unlike before, the weight carried was different.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Every time Margingu got hit, tears would pour out.

As if I were trapped in a cave of repentance, countless thoughts flashed through my mind, wondering where I had gone wrong.

A mere illegitimate child like Mao is no match for me.

If you hit him a few times, he’ll collapse gasping for breath.

There’s no way his fist could hurt this much.

But why… … .

I am praying.

“Okay, okay… … Mo… … Hae… … Seo… … Yeo… … . Heheheehe!”

Margin Goo fell to his knees and burst into tears.

His front teeth were gone, and his face had been swollen and covered in bruises for a long time.

Mao grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, saying:

“Go to Majin-gu and tell Myshin straight up. Don’t do things like this and wait quietly until I get there. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes… … . I’m going to sleep. Huh!”

“Yeah, I was wrong. But you should have said that before it happened.”

“yes?”

Bam! Mao’s head, which was tilted back, hit the bridge of his nose. Crunch! Majin-gu fell down with a spurt of blood from his nose.

The situation is over.

“I feel so refreshed.”

Mao snorted and shook his hands. He was about to tell the group that came with him to take him with them.

“Your skills have improved considerably, my young master.”

“hmm?”

An ominous voice was heard from the back of the group. Soon, a man in black clothing began to walk forward with gentle steps.

And Mao, who recognized him, doubted his eyes for a moment.

“you……?!”

“It’s been a long time, my young master. How have you been?”

A group of people followed Marjingu like shadows. Among them was a short middle-aged warrior with black uniform, hair tied up, and indifferent straight eyes.

At first glance, he seems like the old man next door who you would forget after seeing him once… … .

“Black Rama Fist… … .”

Yes. He was one of the Maga Chilgak. He was the 94th rank in the Demonic Cult, Black Lama Fist Tak Ha-cheon.

“Do you know him?”

Guyu approaches with an ominous look on his face and asks.

You don’t know? Of course you do.

The original role of Maga Chilgak was to quietly deal with the difficult issues that Maga had to deal with.

In short, he was a problem solver. And he was a very cruel one at that.

And among them, the Black Lama Circle Tak Ha-cheon… … .

“A piece of trash with the most annoying hobby.”

It was basic to cripple an opponent under the pretext of a duel, and it was a rare murderous act to kill and destroy a helpless family in front of them.

“What brings you here? Did you also come here on Mysin’s orders?”

In response to Mao’s question, the Black Lama Fist spat out a short sigh and looked at the Iron Horse Trio as he answered.

“I heard that your beloved younger brother has brought in a new family member, so the eldest lord is very worried. He is worried that he may have brought along people who are not compatible with him.”

“That means… … .”

Mao’s eyes fluttered. I don’t need to hear any more. You’re here to poke around my side again. Myshin, you son of a bitch. I can’t stand it anymore!

Black Lama Kwon crossed his arms inside his wide sleeves and approached Guyu.

“For a thief, you have quite the gaze.”

I said it was pretty good, but honestly, I was feeling nervous inside. My arms were crossed, which was also a sign of my defensive mentality.

‘How can a mere thief have such eyes… … .’

Judging from his appearance, he is not a thief but a great demon leader.

“There’s no need to be nervous. I’m just trying to check your level. I can’t entrust my little master’s safety to those who don’t even have the skills.”

Mao’s eyes widened. There he was. Black Lama’s annoying hobby! Trying to spread slaughter under the pretense of sparring. The moment Mao was about to snap at the obvious lie.

Guyu put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

Eyes that are as invisible as lava.

“… … Continue.”

At Gu Yu’s words, Mao finally stopped, and the Black Lama Fist came closer with a sly smile and whispered in his ear.

“It’s nothing. Just spar with me. The three of you can attack. If there are more, you can bring more. Or you can just stay silent like your stupid master.”

The Black Lama Fist smirks. It’s a clever provocation that even brings up the owner.

The idea is that if anyone looks even a little useful under the pretext of a duel, they will be killed by Mysin’s orders.

This is a very obvious trap.

Considering Gu-yu’s usual temperament, it wouldn’t be strange if he gave up right away.

But.

“If you don’t want to fight, go back.”

He turned around as if he was surprisingly not interested. Even Gwapyeong and Asin let go of their guarded posture.

At this, Black Lama Kwon was embarrassed and let out a hollow laugh.

“What? Did I see something wrong? Your eyes looked quite useful, but you were such a coward. Do you have no pride? Or is it because your bloodline itself is worthless?”

Obvious mockery. Especially touching something that shouldn’t be touched. This is the same as ignoring the Huns.

But.

“I say again, I have no intention of fighting.”

Guyu responded in a voice that showed no sign of anger.

It looks so calm that the Black Lama Fist is shocked.

‘This kid… … . He doesn’t seem scared… … .’

My job is to test my opponent’s skills. If he avoids sparring, I can use other methods.

When the Black Rama Fist glanced at his subordinates, they all gathered around him.

“What the heck, you guys!”

While Mao was confused by the sudden blockage of vision, Black Lama Fist approached Gu Yu.

And then, bang!

“… … !”

He just trampled on Guyu’s instep.

Pain transmitted from the tip of his toes. A faint wrinkle formed between Guyu’s eyebrows. Black Lama Kwon did not stop there, but clasped his hands together with a sneer.

Crunch!

“Huh!”

A short scream escaped from Ilsun Guyu’s mouth, and soon a wicked force was felt that could shatter even rocks.

“You keep rejecting everything… … I’m a little upset.”

Guyu’s hands turn bright red, and the wrinkles on his forehead become deeper.

“Are you naturally that timid? Or… … are you just pretending to be?”

The evil power is growing stronger and stronger.

If this continues, even my bones will break.

But Guyu couldn’t resist at all.

‘Was he really nothing?’

Black Lama Kwon tilted his head and examined his hand.

Already, Guyu’s hands were curled up like grilled squid.

At this point, my bones should be on the verge of breaking, but seeing him still like this, it’s clear that he’s not a bad guy.

Was it a waste of time? I felt Chil-gong-ja approaching from behind and let go of his hand.

“joy.”

Then he took his foot off and pushed Guyu’s chest hard.

Gulp.

At this, Guyu was helplessly pushed back five steps. He caressed his hand, which had turned red like a ball of fire.

The eyes of the Black Lama Fist were filled with contempt.

“It was a waste of time.”

A harsh assessment. If he wasn’t a member of the Seven Palaces, I would have torn his limbs apart. Black Lama Kwon licked his lips as if he was disappointed.

“Live like a cripple like you do today. That’s the only way for you to live long.”

A vicious mockery. Not only Gu Yu-do, Gwa Pyeong-do, and Asin-do, but no one stood up to it.

At this, Black Lama Fist snickered and turned around.

“What are you doing!”

And he shook his head and sneered at Mao, who was late in breaking through the crowd.

“The great master is very worried. Please don’t associate with those trash and just live quietly as you always have. Just live quietly. Okay.”

He takes the lottery ticket dryly, orders his subordinates to take the margin ball, and then disappears with an arrogant gait.

“My God… … this fucking kid.”

It is truly rude. It is the very definition of humiliation.

The place left behind is desolate and lonely.

“hey.”

Mao came over a moment later and called out to Gu Yu softly with a dark expression.

“… … .”

At this, Guyu remained silent. Because he knew his mistake. He felt ashamed as the master because he had just endured it without saying a word.

First, Guyu was not helpless, but unresponsive, and he endured it because Jang Yiseo told him to wait for an opportunity.

I was also used to this kind of thing.

I’m talking about the bugs’ provocations that I’ve experienced on countless battlefields.

But if you ask me to take responsibility for this, I will… … .

“Are you okay?”

“hmm?!”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Guyu and Gwapyeong. And Asin opened her mouth slightly and made a surprised expression.

Are you worried about yourselves rather than reproaching them now?

“It’s okay… … It’s okay.”

“Okay then. I’ll pay you back properly later.”

“Are you… … okay?”

“Me? What about me. Hehehe. I’m done with that bastard Majingu. The chronic indigestion that I had for ten years has completely disappeared. Starting today, I think I can eat twice as much food. No, three times as much.”

What a guy. And you still eat a lot.

The three iron-haired men, including Guyu, laughed silently.

I thought that maybe he was a better owner than I thought.

“There’s only one thing left to avoid the same fate as today. Cultivation. Cultivation. Cultivation. For us, there’s only cultivation! Do you understand?!”

“……I get it.”

“Okay-! Let’s start again!”

Is this a phone call?

Rather, they were becoming a little closer.

and…….

“What son of a bitch is breaking the door again… … AAAH!”

“Brother, I don’t want to retire anymore!”

Today, too, Yongtae and Meggi were frustrated as they looked at the broken gate.