A Spy’s Demonic Life - Chapter 53



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53.

#The Fierce Battle, and After

“I’m having a hard time today. Let’s keep useless talk between us to a minimum. Okay.”

Ting!

Jang Yiseo flicked a strange double-sided, black and white coin from his bosom with his fingertips.

Then the crow cleaner snatched it up so quickly that you couldn’t even see his hand, took out a magnifying glass from his pocket, and examined it.

He nodded with satisfaction, put it in his arms, and said.

“Is this all you want?”

Anyway, Baek Oh-mun is no less than Jang-seo when it comes to revealing money.

“Uh. For now.”

“Tomorrow no one will know what happened here.”

Of course. Because Baek Oh-moon’s work is definitely handled. Not only is it simple follow-up work, but only one person is assigned to continue to handle the work for the sake of customer confidentiality.

And that is why Jang Seo trusted them and used them for a long time.

Jang Yi-seo chuckled and then suddenly asked a question that occurred to him.

“But what if the leader comes and you don’t know? Can you fool even that person?”

“… … That human? The Demonic Cult needs to know as soon as possible that you are such an impure element.”

“What is the Demonic Cult? Stop talking nonsense and answer. Can you do it without the leader knowing?”

“… … Only humans can keep the affairs of humans ignorant. God’s eyes cannot be fooled.”

God. Is that so? Jang Yi-seo let out a shallow sigh. Whether you look at it this way or that way, Cheon Ma is truly amazing. To the point where even Baek Oh-mun called him a god.

The crow cleaner waved his black-gloved hand as if to tell me to go away if I had no more work to do.

“You’re being interrupted. If you have nothing else to do, then go.”

I was thinking of doing that anyway. Jang Seo-do stood up abruptly, shaking off the stabbing pain.

“Oh, but do you happen to do a background check or something?”

The crow cleaner glances at the corpse lying on the floor.

“… … Are you talking about the author?”

“That’s right. There’s something troubling. I’d like to know what martial arts the author learned.”

“… … three nyang.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

A man who turns away without mercy if something is not valuable is Jang Seo.

As he waved his hand in greeting and left, the crow cleaner watched him blankly and then let out a whistle sound with his mouth.

Then, unlike the person in charge wearing a white mask, sturdy men wearing black crow masks walk in from all directions. They are not wearing formal attire, but rather strange, tight-fitting clothing that includes a top and bottom.

“Then let’s begin.”

At the janitor’s gesture, the men began to work busily.

As if nothing happened.

* * *

After a while, the dark moonlight disappeared and the sky gradually turned blue. Only then did Jang reach the alley of Wolha Village Market.

My internal energy was at rock bottom, and the aftereffects of my fight with Sadocheol were the reason I was belatedly gaining momentum.

Because of that, I couldn’t walk fast, and I would take a few steps, rest, take a few more steps, rest, and before I knew it, time had passed.

Even now, the fact that I’m drenched in sweat isn’t a very good situation.

However, seeing the still peaceful and quiet market alley made me smile.

This was proof that no one was hurt and that they had fought well.

“after…….”

I walked through the empty alleys again.

The stillness of dawn engulfed my whole body. This was the life of a spy. Not day, but night. Wearing a mask on the outside, planning and moving behind the scenes without anyone knowing.

So there was no glory, no encouragement.

When leaving, and when seeping back in.

Coming and going like the wind is the fate of a spy.

It will be the same this time too.

Jang passed the alley and climbed up Hongye Bridge.

Then, suddenly, I turn my head towards the lakeside and the sky brightens, and I see the red morning sun rising in the east.

At that moment, I was lost in thought and stared at it.

“Hey, Jang-seo!”

Someone called his name. And in a very welcoming voice.

I turned my head in surprise. Then, my vision filled with countless people running towards me.

“Why are you here now! I’m so sleepy!”

Mao grumbles.

“You came.”

Chwi Hong-ran smiles as if she has had a hard time.

“Chief Jang… … .”

A sobbing Maeng-Hwi.

“You’re here-!”

The catfish and black dragon jumping around.

“Wow!”

And many townspeople welcomed us with cheers.

“… … .”

Jang-seo was surrounded by them in an instant, dazed.

“Hey, Jang-seo. Do you know how I fought today? You’d be very surprised if you heard.”

“You’re funny, Jang Bo-jo. He didn’t do anything. I did everything. See this? I’m hurt… … .”

“Masters, we finished it off!”

“You’re out!”

What is this?

“But we beat the slaughterhouse, right?”

“Then you lost?”

“Jang-seo. You tell me.”

Everyone stared with wide eyes.

What the heck is this?

There seems to be something amiss with this mission. This is far from the essence of a spy.

but…….

Shh. Not bad.

A sincere smile appeared on Jang Yi-seo’s lips. Then he said.

“The slaughterhouse will never come again. Everyone has suffered.”

Waaaaaaaaaah!

The shouts of victory rang out loud.

Jang Yi-seo shook his head and spoke softly to Chu Hong-ran.

“Let’s have a party sometime soon. This time, a real party.”

“yes.”

Now there’s only one thing left.

The mastermind behind all the events and the direct descendant of the Maga family.

Bloodless Duke Mysin.

That’s it.

It was a morning in Wolha Village, greeted with bright smiles by everyone.

* * *

– Donwoochon Saekhwaru.

“Ha, that’s strange.”

Meanwhile, Yongtae, who had been busy robbing the empty house, was standing in front of a wall full of books, deep in thought.

Then the servant came carrying a bundle that still had a lot of room left and reported.

“Brother, I’ve packed everything. But there’s almost nothing worth selling. This is a total waste of money.”

“hmm…….”

“But why are you doing that, brother?”

“You, take a look at this. Don’t you think it’s strange?”

“Yes. It’s even stranger that you’re just looking at this. Are you slacking off?”

“Hey, you little punk. Just look at it. This is really weird. Everywhere else is in ruins, if not ruins, why is this one still intact?”

Now that I hear it, it’s true. Is this a place where people live or a pigsty? It’s broken and dark everywhere, and it has a really decadent atmosphere.

But in comparison, this piece of paper filled in the wall was perfectly intact, without a single scratch.

“What, isn’t this room Sado-cheol’s room?”

Yongtae nodded as he looked around at Suha’s words. It seemed that way. The floor was messy and dirty, but it also seemed a little wider than other places.

“But why does a guy who lives such a dirty life need a boss?”

“Is that… …?”

“Suspicious. Very suspicious.”

Although he is now only a gang leader, he was once known as Yongtae when investigating Horongdang, and Gaeko when talking about Yongtae.

In that sense, this place had a very strange smell.

It’s clearly a closet with no doors and only storage space. There’s not even anything special inside. It’s mostly empty.

“Hmm… … .”

Then, without thinking, Yongtae grabbed Jang and pushed him to the side.

Okay then.

Drrrrrr!

“Ugh!”

The door opened and a secret space was revealed.

“Hahahahaha! I found it!”

Yongtae’s bright smile spread.

The war against the slaughterhouse is a complete victory.

* * *

The northern entrance to Cheonsan Mountain.

There is a village called Jiphachon (集荷村) located at the edge of Cheonsanbuk-ro, one of the two roads commonly referred to as the Silk Road.

This town was truly unique.

In a word, it was a demonic cult, but it was not a demonic cult.

Strictly speaking, it is the border between the Demonic Cult and the Sae-oe. Starting from the central main road, the area south of it is the Demonic Cult. The area north of it is a village outside of Cheonsan managed by the nearby tribe, the Sanwangga.

As such, it was one of the few places where the members of the Demonic Cult, who were not allowed to enter outside of the main temple without permission, could obtain goods from various countries.

That’s why the village name is Jiphachon.

As the name suggests, it is a place where all kinds of things gather from all over the place, and it is fitting to say that it has everything except what is not there.

From slave markets where people of all ages and genders traded regardless of race, to daily necessities such as food and silk, to outrageous items never seen before, this was the flea market where you could buy anything if you paid money.

And among them, there was a place where very dangerous and illegal transactions took place… … .

That place was Bulmungakjan, located right on the main street.

The only place where the demonic and new worlds can meet, with the South Gate and the North Gate.

It was the meeting place.

*

A tall man with long, curly hair entered the inn.

At first glance, he looks like he’s full of complaints about the world. He gives off the impression that something big will happen if you touch him.

The men in black who followed were the same. They were not ordinary men, with swords on their waists and fierce expressions.

Judging from the fact that he came to Nammun, he must be a demon.

His name is Sahojeong.

He was the second of the Sa brothers, known as mad dogs.

He looked around the noisy guest room and sat down in an empty seat near the entrance.

The subordinates who followed stood guard and looked around twice, but anyone could tell that the illegal transaction was suspicious.

However, none of those inside cared about Sahojeong.

That’s what it was like originally.

Most of them wore masks or face masks, or whatever, to hide their true selves, and they never asked or looked at anyone unless they had made an appointment.

Even if blood splatters in my glass.

No, don’t ask for water

So, isn’t it a guest house?

Sahojeong, as if she had no interest in anything other than her own business, bit a string in her mouth and pulled her long hair to the top of her head.

The reason he came all the way here today was to trade Cheolmajeok and Mihonsan.

To be precise, the intention was to communicate the transaction date and the location where the items would be thrown.

But.

“What? A slaughterhouse?”

Just then, at the cash register in front of the South Gate, words that could not be ignored were heard.

Slaughterhouse. Doesn’t that refer to them?

“Whew.”

At this, Sahojeong spat out the hair tie she had in her mouth and glared at the cashier fiercely.

Then, I saw the figure of a man wearing a necklace with a cross on it and round, black glasses from the West. I couldn’t see the details because my eyes were covered, but he looked to be roughly handsome.

He was someone who knew Sahojeong very well.

No, the correct answer is that there is no one who does not know this.

His name is Soo. He is the owner of this inn.

“Let’s talk later. Oh, go in.”

As the person who had been talking to Soo went outside, Sahojeong brushed her teeth with her tongue, got up quickly, and headed towards the checkout counter.

Then he slammed the counter down and leaned against it, asking.

“Why the slaughterhouse.”

Where did my story come from? How many people would feel good about it?

Moreover, if the person you are talking to is Sa Ho-jeong, the second of the Sa brothers, it is difficult to say anything good.

“What the slaughterhouse!”

If you don’t answer properly, he looks like he’s going to throw a punch. The owner, So-oh, smiled bashfully and said, like a coward.

“Hey, bro.”

“Damn. Brother… …shit.”

“Listen carefully. Where is this place?”

“What, kid? You’re a cripple. Answer me. What the slaughterhouse is.”

Wow, you have a really bad temper.