Beastly and Fearlessly - Chapter 110



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“If you look back, your neck will be cut off.” Episode 110

Cold sweat ran down my spine.

If you lead an information group of the size of Cheon I Bang, you will meet all kinds of people.

Among them are absolute masters who command the world, and also martial arts greats like Jeok Eum-sang who died not long ago after having his heart ripped out.

Some of them threatened to kill you on the spot if you didn’t give them the information, and there were also some hot-tempered guys who would suddenly put a knife to your throat.

But I never felt nervous even once.

Because in the first place, what they wanted wasn’t my neck.

But interest is different.

‘If I look back, my throat will really get cut off… … .’

But who are you?

It is the ark of the Heavenly King that holds and shakes all the information in the world.

The author behind this probably also came here looking for the information he wanted.

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.

“You have to meet people face to face to get what you want.”

He answered in a low voice.

“I think this will suffice for the conversation.”

However, you cannot pass on the information you want without knowing who the other person is.

The moment I was about to turn around and sit down quietly.

“I told you that if you look back, your throat will be cut off.”

A casual voice, as if asking about the weather.

“Even so, it’s just the neck of an old man waiting to die.”

“There are more things you don’t know than you do know, so isn’t it a bit sad to close your eyes already? Perhaps I can tell you what you’re curious about.”

He’s a guy who knows me well.

This is a room created by a person who wants to know all the secrets of the world.

He’s a guy who knows full well that if you want valuable information, you have to bring information that’s worth it to get it.

Well then, that means I’ve met you before.

But the voice is unfamiliar.

“I don’t know why anyone who has ever done business with me would come to me like this.”

“There’s something I need to resolve quietly. And to do that, I need some confidential information.”

I looked around again.

A sealed room with all sides closed.

How did interest come here?

What information do you want so secretly… … .

“You know that the price of information is information, right?”

“Of course. I happen to have the information you want.”

“Do you know what I want?”

“Didn’t you say it yourself earlier?”

Did I say it myself?

There is no one in this room except me and the author.

So I haven’t opened my mouth since I came into this secret room.

Shouldn’t you have someone to talk to?

“After I entered this room, I didn’t say anything… … .”

A word that suddenly came to mind.

Those words I muttered to myself while holding the report in my hand.

‘… Who killed the Blood Cult Leader?’

These are the only words that came out of his mouth.

“Do you know about the death of the Blood Cult? And how the Beast Palace was able to defeat them?”

I poured out questions out of my overwhelming curiosity.

“Haha. Calm down. I only want one piece of information, so you can’t ask multiple questions, right?”

Makchubu, who had been catching his breath, asked again.

“… …Who killed the Blood Lord?”

“Since when has Cheon-i-bang been the place to start paying the bills?”

The old man’s hands were sweaty.

‘Ah. I was hasty… … .’

The initiative has already passed to the author.

“Tell me what information you want. As you probably already know, you must not ask for the source of the information, and the information paid in return will never be leaked out of Cheon-i-bang. And… … .”

“I already trust Cheon Ibang. That’s why I came here.”

“Then tell me. Depending on the level of information, it may take some time.”

The man who had been quiet for a moment opened his mouth.

“I’m looking for a person. A girl about ten years old. Her name is Maengwolhwa.”

“It would take quite a while to find someone just by name and age. So… … .”

“The magic potion hid it.”

Magic circle… … .

A leading figure in the Hwanmilu faction belonging to the Twelve Apostles.

He’s the one who does all the dirty things in the world, so the child he’s looking for must have been kidnapped too.

“If you are afraid of Huanmilu’s retaliation, then you don’t have to worry.”

“Why is that?”

“I plan to wipe it all out.”

Cold sweat flowed down again.

Who the hell is this interest?

He sneaked into this secret room, breaking through the watertight defenses.

And he says he’ll trade information about a girl for information about the death of the Blood Lord.

‘And on top of that, you’re going to get rid of Hwanmilru… … .’

Even if it is a place that values ​​dirty tricks over power, Hwanmilu is clearly a place that belongs to the Twelve Apostles.

A huge organization that cannot be dealt with by just one or two sects.

But you’re going to get rid of Hwanmilru?

And that too, in such a calm tone, as if he were just going to the neighborhood bar?

“I’ve never feared retaliation for providing information so far. How long would that be?”

“I wish you could proceed at a heavenly level… … .”

If it’s a thousand-level level, it means that all of Cheon-i-bang’s capabilities should be concentrated.

This is someone who has clearly done business with Cheon Ibang.

“If you want to progress to the next level, you have to start with the math… … .”

“But… …. Now that I think about it, the value of the information being exchanged seems to be somewhat diminishing.”

It is an exchange of information about the person who killed the blood cult leader known as the Absolute Master and the whereabouts of a ten-year-old girl.

Of course, the math doesn’t add up.

“Is there any other information you would like?”

“Everything about Hwanmilu!”

Giving information about the whereabouts of a girl Rouge kidnapped is different from providing inside information about Huanmilu.

This man just said that he would destroy Hwanmilru with his own hands.

If you provide information about Hwanmilu, you will be involved in the matter.

‘Um… what should I do?’

My thoughts deepened.

The man in the darkness waited slowly for my answer without saying anything.

“Understood! I will bet the fate of Cheon Ibang on you.”

He answered in a firm voice.

‘To risk the fate of Cheon Ibang on a single word from a stranger… … I, Makchubu, am seriously crazy.’

But he did not lead Cheon Ibang to save his life or make money.

The desire to have all the world’s secrets in one’s hands.

Somehow, I felt like this man had the power to make it happen.

Aside from that, it seems like some interesting things will continue to happen.

“It’s fate. Haha. Anyway, let’s settle the score now. Did you wonder who killed the Blood Lord?”

“That, that’s right.”

Finding just one girl is more than enough information.

Of course, there is a risk of getting involved with Huan Milu, but since when have you ever worried about that?

“Since the ark has made a cool deal, I will show you his face. Turn around.”

“Hmm, hm?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to know who killed the Blood Lord? Then turn around.”

Makchubu slowly turned his body, holding his trembling heart.

A man stood like a shadow in the darkness.

Thud, thud.

He slowly walked out into the space where the candlelight reached.

A large body and a pretty face like a woman.

We had never met before, but I knew it the moment I saw it.

The one who is causing a stir throughout the Central Plains.

That name appeared several times in the report I was reading just a moment ago.

His two eyes were turned towards himself.

A huge presence that can be felt just by making eye contact.

He is absolutely unbeatable against the absolute best players in the Central Plains that I have met so far.

After a while he opened his mouth in a low voice.

“I am the Beast Palace’s Damyeong. I killed the Blood Cult Leader.”

* * *

Gonmyeong Sangwolru.

On the first floor of the guest house, a middle-aged man was sitting blankly staring out the window.

A huge physique like a bear.

An axe lying nearby.

Slurp.

I poured some alcohol into an empty glass while looking at the moon floating alone in the dark sky.

‘Can we meet again like he said?’

A man named Dammyeong said.

I will definitely let you see your daughter again.

A distinct engraving on the shoulder.

It was clearly a dragon’s imprint.

I don’t know why the warrior of the Beast Palace received the imprint of a black dragon instead of a red dragon.

‘It’s not just because of the imprint… … .’

Being marked by a dragon does not make one a king.

It was just a mark that was placed on him because he was destined to become a king.

I could tell the moment we first met.

This interest will become the Beast King… … .

Back when Maeng Deung-ho was still a warrior in Namcheon Dam-dong.

Dam Mu-heun, who was the Sodongju at that time, became Dongju, and his son Dam-myeong became the new Sodongju.

Dammu-gun, who was called a genius, is currently the best warrior in the Beast Palace.

I also heard that Gwak Deung-un, who was a promising young warrior of the Iron Corps along with himself, is now the leader of the Iron Corps.

The furry Gamcheolwoo who had been following him around became Namwoongdaeju.

“Haa… … . What kind of life have I lived?”

Maeng Deung-ho muttered and poured a glass of wine into his mouth.

Among the ronin of the Central Plains, there are quite a few who are from Nanman.

That would be the case, since the only thing the strong and skilled warriors of the Nanman could do in the Central Plains was become ronin.

I helped them because I felt bad for them, not getting paid according to their skills and going around getting ripped off.

Before we knew it, the number was close to thirty.

There were thirty men who looked like bears and tigers, so people called us the Bear and Tiger Group.

Of course, Danju is Maeng Deung-ho.

‘If they find out that Wolhwa has been kidnapped, they won’t stay still… … .’

They were the guys he cherished like his own daughters.

They are the ones who would give up their lives to save Wolhwa without even being asked to do so.

‘There’s no need to get those guys involved.’

The opponent is Hwanmilru.

Even if thirty ronin from Nanman attack, they will only end up dying as dogs.

Besides, Wolhwa’s life will be in more danger.

So I left quietly without telling anyone.

I was thinking of going back as soon as I could get Wolhwa.

Because someday I’ll have to go back to Namman with those guys.

As Maeng Deung-ho was lost in thought, a familiar face entered the guest room.

“Oh, isn’t this not the time to be drinking?”

Mahyo Garden.

Hwanmiluju Majeongso’s half-brother and right-hand man.

He has a dirty and vulgar personality, as if he were afraid that someone would think he was of the same blood.

He is also the one who kidnapped Wolhwa himself.

Perhaps he was sent down to check if Maeng Deung-ho was handling things well.

“Dam-myeong wasn’t there. He said he’d be back in about a month.”

“Tsk tsk. That’s too bad. The day we meet that pretty Wolhwa again is getting further away. It’s been so long since we last saw each other that you don’t even recognize Dad’s face, do you? Hehe.”

“… … Don’t bring my daughter’s name into that filthy mouth.”

“Ha, you little brat. You’re trying to climb up like crazy because you’ve been given important work. Don’t you know what your situation is right now? Huh?”

Ma Hyo-won sat at the table and stretched out her finger to tap Maeng Deung-ho on the forehead.

But Maeng Deung-ho’s expression was still calm.

“But are you confident? I heard that Dammyeong is a savage, so he’s incredibly strong. Oh, you’re a savage too, aren’t you? It’s such a shame that I can’t see this in person. It would be really fun to see those beasts rolling around and fighting each other. Haha.”

“This is really the last time, right?”

“Oh, don’t worry. We’re not stupid savages who forget promises. Worry about yourself. If you don’t want to see your pretty daughter being sold off somewhere. No, she’s very pretty, just like her mother. I’ll raise her well and take her home… … .”

Boom!

Maeng Deung-ho jumped up from his seat and slammed the table.

Pieces of the shattered table were scattered everywhere.

Before he knew it, he was holding a huge axe in his hand.

“너, 이 개새끼……. 그 입 다물지 않으면 산 채로 껍질을 벗겨 주마.”

“Kekeke, this is exactly the same as what Dammyung did to me, who would call me a savage. He’s going to peel my skin off. Haa, I’m so scared of this that I can’t even sleep. But I guess I’ll never see my daughter again? Hekeke.”

“… … .”

Maeng Deung-ho quietly put down the axe in his hand.

Ma Hyo-won, who was watching the scene, picked up the bottle of alcohol lying on the floor and brought it to his mouth.

“Kwaaak. Thud! What is this? It’s a fire extinguisher. I forgot that it was the drink that the savage bastard was drinking.”

Then he approached Maeng Deung-ho, who was trembling all over, and whispered.

“Hey! If you just finish this job well, you’ll meet your daughter. Then the two of you can go down to Namman together, hand in hand. Oh, if I kill that guy named Dammyeong, I won’t be able to go back to my hometown, right? I’ll be branded a traitor. Hehe. Anyway, let’s meet in a month. In the meantime, don’t do anything stupid.”

And he threw a silver coin to the trembling Jeomso in the corner and said:

“Hey. With this money, buy this kid a bottle of strong liquor. He’s really angry right now, so be careful. He might bite you. Hehehehe.”

Maeng Deung-ho looked at Ma Hyo-won’s back as she walked out of the guest house, giggling.

Red blood dripped from his empty fists, which he clenched to suppress his anger.