A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 17



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17.

‘There are so many people here.’

Jang-seo, who passed the Wolgwangho and entered the market street.

There is only a thin line between a spy and an assassin. Even if he had sneaked into the village, it would have been a matter of time before he caught him.

But… … .

‘You came barging in in broad daylight?’

It’s too much to hope for victory like this.

“Over there!”

Even loudly, they announce their location by saying, “Here I am!”, “dadadada.” They stamp the floor with their heels without mercy and kindly spill information about how many people there are.

“The basics aren’t there. The basics. It wasn’t like that when I was there.”

Jang Yi-seo shook his head at this and calmly entered the two-story building.

A staircase leading up next to a narrow passage.

He continued to walk up the stairs, neither fast nor slow. Then he dropped something on the floor, went into a room visible on the inside of this floor, and slammed the door shut.

“think!”

Then, five or six assassins followed him up in a line.

Kwaaaaang-!

A huge explosion and smoke billowed out of this floor. People rushed out screaming in shock.

The door to the room that Jang Il-seo had entered earlier opened wide, and this time, a middle-aged man, not an old man, came out.

Passing by the assassins lying on the floor, covered in blood and groaning, without a second thought.

“A thunderbolt… …?! He hasn’t come out yet! It’s an old man. Search for him everywhere!”

Woof woof, more assassins come up.

But they will never find the old man.

why?

‘Slaughterhouse. You guys started it first.’

Their opponent is not just an ordinary old man, but a master of disguise.

The strongest agent in the rock carving. Because he’s Jang Yi-seo.

Kwaaaaang!

Once again, a huge explosion echoed through this floor.

*

Kwaaaaang! Eww! Choaaaak!

“Hmph! What the heck is this?”

A house covered in vines, located in an alley at the innermost end of the market place.

In this place, the base of the Black Dragon Sect, everyone was lying flat on their stomachs, trembling in fear at the loud noise and screams coming from outside.

“Hyung, hyung. This is definitely a showdown between the Murim Alliance kids and the slaughterhouse!”

“Hey, Inma! What era is this that the Murim Alliance is invading! And even though they came. Huh? We should go to Cheonmajeon. Why are we in Wolha Village! What are you doing!”

“Are you here to catch us?”

what?

“Have you ever killed any of the Jeongpa kids?”

“I have never been outside of my home school since I was born.”

“It’s bragging, you punk! Then what the hell! This is fucking bullshit.”

Yongtae lay face down and banged his fist on the floor.

I hid here right after seeing the slaughterhouse appear. The noise coming from outside was unusual. It was to the point where I would believe that a war had broken out.

Even the sound gets closer and closer, and eventually… … .

thud!

“Huhhh!”

“Wow!”

Someone was knocking loudly on the door from outside.

“Tongue, bro. Shouldn’t we go out and take a look?”

“Kid, lower your voice! If there’s no response from the house, f*ck! Don’t you know it’s polite to just leave?”

“ah.”

“And I changed the door yesterday. It’s made of black wood, so it’s hard to break. Oh, just leave it as is.”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was another loud knock on the door. Just as Yongtae had said, it was solid, but it was shaking.

Perhaps the wind had touched me. I kept my mouth shut and waited, and a quiet silence flowed.

“Ha, haha. Gone. Gone. Uh. Gone.”

“Brother, the rice cake vendor was right!”

Okay. Yongtae and Meggi smile brightly. But at that moment.

Kwaaang!

The door shattered inward and one of the butchers rushed in with a thud, this time also covered in blood.

“Hey… … Did you call?”

“I wish it were like that… … .”

then…….

A man appeared against the backdrop of assassins lying in a horribly chaotic manner in the alley outside the door.

“You guys. If you’re not busy, I should call someone over.”

The Seven Princes’ Assistant, Jang I-seo.

He was standing.

* * *

– Wolha Village Chilsogung.

Knock knock. Knock knock.

A man with a pigtail sits on the floor, fiddling noisily with three round pebbles.

His name is Makgeui.

He is the 6th in the slaughterhouse hierarchy and the youngest among the executives.

But, judging by his skills and his cold gaze, it was difficult to describe him as the youngest with the clumsy word, “youngest.”

That makes sense, because while I don’t know about the other assassins in the slaughterhouse, the executive Mak-gwi is a true master known nationwide.

And Mao, who was glancing at it from a distance, also felt this clearly.

‘That kid. Did he learn martial arts?’

No matter how much I looked, I couldn’t see any weapons. But his cold gaze felt more threatening than a well-sharpened sword.

Just by looking at him, he’s a guy who’s killed people like he was trampling on ants.

Here, he has a height that is comparable to Mao’s, and his solid muscles are clearly visible when the sleeves of his uniform are torn off.

I definitely had a feeling that he was going to be something out of the ordinary.

But that doesn’t mean we can just let it continue like this.

“Hey. How long are you going to stay here? You said you came to tell me something. Then you should open your mouth and spit.”

“… … .”

“What? What are you going to do if I look at you?”

Knock, knock. The demon silently continued to knead the pebble before slowly opening his mouth.

“I have two things to tell you. One is to take care of yourself. The other is… … .”

Knock, knock. The devil answered, his voice cracking even louder on the pebble.

“I’m asking you to refrain from doing so.”

Just shut up. Mao frowned. But he couldn’t argue any further. He knew that he wasn’t just here to tell me.

Even now, the devil seemed to have no interest in Mao and continued to look at the bamboo forest.

As if waiting for someone to be dragged to this spot.

And even the most ignorant Mao could tell who it was.

‘Jang Isu. You must be waiting for that guy.’

Just as he had done to Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk in the past, this time it was clear that he was trying to make an example of him, who was acting wildly as an assistant.

But Mao was in high spirits.

‘Huh, that guy is different from Cheol-yeong and Jang-deuk. Not only does he have no loyalty to me, he already ran away a long time ago.’

So today the slaughterhouse will do nothing. It will just end up empty-handed.

Hahaha! A hearty laugh formed inside me.

But.

“Oh, I forgot to mention that. If the guy I’m waiting for comes today, I’ll just take his head and go back. But if he doesn’t come… … .”

“uh?”

“Wolha Village will become a sea of ​​fire. A forest fire so large that it will burn down everyone in the village, including the people and animals. Hehehehe.”

“These crazy kids… … !”

The devil grins like a beast, revealing dozens of teeth.

Mao felt dizzy when he saw this. At this point, didn’t they mean to openly go at it? No matter how much the Sa brothers flew and crawled, this was an act that crossed the line within the Demonic Cult.

Still, there is only one reason why I came up with such a ridiculous plan.

It must be because his permission was granted.

“My God… … .”

The one who will become the head of the Maga family, the next highest family in the Demonic Cult.

Bloodless Mycin.

That is, with his permission.

“So, Your Majesty, you’d better wish for that guy to come here. Unless you want to see your home turned to ashes.”

Mao jumped up and shouted at the devil’s mocking remark.

“He’s not here. He’s not here, you punk!”

“Then there’s nothing we can do. It just so happens that a fire broke out here today.”

“This crazy kid!”

Mao spit out a curse and ran forward. No, he was about to run away.

Ss …

The bamboo forest swayed, and a soft voice flowed from the dark forest.

“Power is only used when it is worth it. So remember, in these cases, two words are all that is needed.”

Mao’s eyes were filled with disbelief, and the devil’s expression was filled with puzzlement and surprise.

Thud, thud.

The sound of steady and neat footsteps.

A man with a truly ordinary face, but today he looks strangely good.

“Put it away,” he said.

“you…….”

“Head of the department. You are late.”

He appeared at Chilsogung.

*

As soon as Jang entered, he glanced around briefly.

Two on the left. Three on the right. And one on the roof.

Although they are not that many, their skills are one level higher than those of the guys outside.

And the one sitting on the front porch.

‘6th in the slaughterhouse hierarchy. Is the pigtailed assassin a devil?’

Knock, knock. The pebbles clattering noisily. Those really cool eyes. Solid muscles. It was clearly a person that Jang Yiseo remembered, even though it was their first meeting. And this meant one thing.

‘A master of the Demonic Cult.’

Masters of the Demonic Cult that he has selected over the past ten years.

The devil was the one who proudly put his name in it.

“You exceeded my expectations in two ways.”

As Jang-seo approached within ten paces, the demon opened his mouth as if he was genuinely surprised.

“I didn’t know that the guy in the portrait would come here in person, and that he would come walking on his own two feet instead of being dragged here.”

Jang shrugged his shoulders and accepted the words nonchalantly.

“You’re as stupid as you look. You’re exactly as I expected. A pigtailed assassin, a devil. I knew you’d come.”

“Huh, how?!”

Mao, why are you so surprised and making a fuss? And do you really think I knew? It’s a war of wits.

“Hehehehe. I didn’t say anything about being arrogant.”

“Then you wouldn’t have said that I was strong. I think you should doubt the information power of the slaughterhouse. Or did the person who gave you the information hate you to some extent? Do you usually hold a grudge?”

Crack, crack. The pebble in the devil’s hand rubs harder. That’s how angry he is.

“You don’t have to beg so desperately to be killed. You’re going to die anyway.”

“Then you should bow down at that time. I will go and see Timur Khan soon.”

“You, you little punk… … !”

Passusss. The pebble in the devil’s hand turns to dust and flows through the gap between his hands. Truly an incredible evil force. To a descendant of Yuan, insulting Khan is like insulting one’s parents.

“I heard you were from the counterintelligence unit. I guess you’re completely invisible.”

“That’s not to say there isn’t something like that. But even without that, you would have thought me a fool. Because I seem ignorant and easygoing.”

“Hehehehe. I changed my mind. I’ll kill you today and burn down Wolha Village.”

As the demon nodded, his subordinates on the left and right slowly closed the distance between them. Then, on the roof, he drew the string with a poisoned arrow attached to a small short bow.

Mao, who was watching this, became thoughtful.

What on earth does Jang Isu believe that makes him provoke his opponent like this?

“Stop! Both of you, stop! The author is not my assistant. I will not accept anyone, whether an assistant or a servant, from now on. Tell that to your brother! So… … .”

“That’s not it.”

But right then.

Jang Yiseo cut him off, looking at him intently.

No? What.

“I told you clearly. In a situation like this, two words are enough.”

“you…….”

Mao looks at him and his surroundings with trembling eyes.

Papa Pot! The assassins had already flown away, and ping! Arrows were shot from the roof. And the devil opened his mouth wide and shouted, “Kill me.”

But Jang-i stood there like a stone statue, not moving at all.

Looking only at oneself.

Even if you come back, you’re still a good kid.

But I don’t know why.

At that moment, a hollow smile formed on Mao’s lips. It was so absurd. No, Zhang Yishu’s expression looked as boring and indifferent as the repetitive daily routine at the school.

That made me laugh.

Even though it was clearly an emergency situation.

so…….

He spoke as if possessed.

“Put it away.”

Said.

Here, Jang Seo answered with the corners of his lips raised.

So refreshing that it makes your insides feel empty.

“Order. Follow.”

Said.

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