Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 203



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 203

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A few days later.

“Whoaaah.”

Ichimoku woke up, stretching his body.

‘It’s nice to be relaxed.’

A life where you can sleep when you want to sleep and wake up when you want to wake up is truly a blessed life.

“I will tell you to prepare water for washing and food.”

As Ilmok woke up, he heard the voice of Jin Ha-yeon, who was standing guard.

And after a while, Jin Ha-yeon and Jeong Hyeon each came into the room carrying a bowl and a tray.

After washing up and enjoying the meal they had prepared for him, Ilmok left the palace with a leisurely gait.

Inside the bunta, there was a rather cheerful atmosphere.

The members of the faction were each acting according to their disguised identities, and Dam-bin was giving various teachings to Hyuk-ryeon Seon-ah, Gu-yang-mun, and Ju-seo-yeon.

And on the other hand, Baekcheon was diligently teaching acting to the three women, or he was making a strange expression on his face as if he was lost in strange thoughts.

While the story of the Maitreya Buddhism was secretly spreading throughout Nanju.

For some reason, they were not carrying out any missionary work.

It was because of the instructions given by Ilmok.

There were two main reasons.

Firstly, it was because I understood what the open-minded people had approached me at the last meeting.

In order to avoid their gaze, I decided not to do anything that would stand out.

There were a few people who stood out simply by their looks, and if they continued to proselytize in Nanju, there was a natural risk of being caught.

Of course, it would be impossible not to hold the meeting, but at least we could buy some time.

And when I listened to the stories of the members of the group who were working in Nanju under false pretenses, it seemed like proselytization had been taking place on its own since the last meeting.

Thanks to the power of hymns and suppers.

That is why, even more so, Ilmok ordered that missionary activities be stopped.

‘It is impossible to govern the entire Nanju with the current number of personnel.’

If there were more believers here, there was a risk that management would become difficult and problems would arise.

As he had anticipated this would happen, Ichimoku had sent a letter to the headquarters in advance before attacking Nancheonhoe.

However, the problem was that it would take at least another two weeks for additional personnel to arrive, as the distance from Nanju to the headquarters was so far.

And in order to buy that time, Ichimoku stopped his missionary work to avoid the gaze of the world for even one more day.

As Ilmok went outside, Dambin, who was teaching Guyangmun, Ju Seoyeon, and Hyukryeon Seonah, approached him.

“Have you coughed, Your Majesty?”

“You’ve worked hard. Thank you, Team Leader Dam-bin.”

Ilmok said with sincerity.

Dam-bin worked tirelessly from morning to night. He would sneak out at night to manage the red-light district, take turns with others to protect the daily law, and teach his juniors whenever he had time.

Above all else.

“Senior Hayeon!”

“Hayeon-ah!”

Even at this moment, looking at Gu Yang-moon and Ju Seo-yeon, whose eyes were fixed on Jin Ha-yeon, who was following Il-mok, it was to the point where I thought, “He really teaches those kinds of people well.”

“Brother!”

Of course, it was the same for Hyukryun Seon-ah, who had her eyes fixed on someone, although the target was different.

Dam-bin, who understood the hidden meaning behind Ilmok’s compliment, smiled maturely.

‘It’s amazing no matter how many times I look at it.’

The night they attacked Nancheonhoe. The ominous atmosphere that Dambin gave off while he was demonstrating his martial arts skills was completely different from the atmosphere he gave off as a regular sect.

However, from Ichimoku’s perspective, who had already seen that strange atmosphere, it felt strange in many ways.

As the scene from that day came to mind, Dam-bin opened his mouth.

“Your Majesty, I have a story to tell you.”

“Please speak comfortably.”

“It is said that the Red Lord has requested contact with the Red Lord.”

“Contact? Are you talking about us?”

“Yes. To put it simply, we asked them to come under our wing in exchange for paying the protection fee.”

Ilmok, who knew the identity of the forces that Jeokhwaru and several Giru belonged to, was lost in thought for a moment.

And after finishing his thoughts, Ichimoku opened his mouth.

“I think we should meet at least once.”

* * *

As the sun began to set and the people walking down the streets of Nanju began to return home one by one.

Rather, there was a street that was only then beginning to come to life.

A place where women dressed in flowing clothes stand in front of stores and solicit customers, and where drunk people stagger in even before night falls. A red-light district.

On the top floor of a building called [Jinhongru] located in the middle of that pleasure street, a middle-aged woman and an old man were sitting. They were Jeokhwaruju and Jinhongruju.

The table where the two were sitting had delicious-looking food and drinks on it, but the two had tense expressions on their faces as if they couldn’t see the food or drinks.

And soon, the guest they were waiting for appeared, accompanied by a very faint noise.

Ssuk.

The window opened as if in a gust of wind, and a black shadow filled Du Luju’s field of vision. It was the shadow of a man with his back to the sunset.

The man was wearing a mask of the Four Heavenly Kings in black, making it difficult to recognize his appearance and age.

The man, who had been looking down at the Red and Red Rouge as if he was testing them, immediately got down on the floor and walked towards the table where the two were sitting.

Suddenly.

Only then did Jeokhwaruju and Jinhongruju come to their senses, quickly got up, and bowed to the man.

The man, who had been looking at the two for a moment, opened his mouth.

“I will speak with Red-Hwa-Ru-Ju alone, so Red-Hwa-Ru-Ju, go out.”

“I will do as you command.”

Jin Hongruju bowed again and carefully left the room, and a heavy silence fell on the room where only the two were left.

No. It was a silence that only felt heavy to Jeokhwaruju.

The man in the angry Four Heavenly Kings mask sat down on the chair with a relaxed attitude and spoke.

“Please sit comfortably.”

“Thank you.”

Jeokhwaruju sat down politely and poured alcohol into Ilmok’s glass carefully as if he were meeting an adult.

And as she began to pour herself a drink, the man opened his mouth.

“You said you wanted to meet us?”

“Yes, you are the incarnation of Maitreya.”

“Why?”

To that simple question, Jeokhwaruju answered cautiously.

“Because we, too, want to be protected by the Maitreya Buddha, just like Jin Hongru.”

“Protection.”

The masked man asked back, his tone of voice strange, as if the word itself was unfamiliar.

“Why do you need our protection?”

“… Now, thanks to you all of Maitreya, the Nancheonhoe has disappeared, but human greed is a scary thing. Even though we don’t dare to go against Maitreya’s incarnation, there will surely be ruffians who realize that we are not under the jurisdiction of Maitreya’s teachings, so we also want to be protected by Maitreya’s teachings.”

Despite her lengthy answer, for some reason the masked man looked at her with his mouth closed.

At the indifferent gaze revealed through the mask, Jeokhwaruju swallowed once and added.

“Of course, we will show our sincerity to receive protection. A few days ago, on a day when most of the merchants and merchants were not doing business. We will offer half of our earnings. Also, a portion of our earnings in the future will be offered to the Maitreya Buddhist Church, as is the case with other places.”

When she finished speaking.

Through the mask of the Four Heavenly Kings, a smile appeared on the man’s lips.

However, that smile gave Jeokhwaruju goosebumps.

It wasn’t a smile of satisfaction.

It was closer to cynicism.

‘Was it because you didn’t have enough money?’

Before she could even open her mouth to offer more generous terms.

“I guess you didn’t understand my question.”

The masked man’s mouth opened first.

“Or are you making fun of us?”

Even though he didn’t show any particular momentum, Jeokhwaruju felt like a herbivore in front of a predator.

With cold sweat running down her back, she spoke with a smile befitting her age.

“As a stupid girl, I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“If you do, I will show you mercy and ask you once again. Why do you need our protection? To you who belong to the Haomen.”

“… … .”

The cold sweat began to flow down Red Flower’s back, forehead, and face.

Lower Dirty Gate.

A group of people who roll around on the floor and write dirty words below. In some ways, they were a force similar to Gaebong, but unlike Gaebong, they could not be treated as a political faction.

It was a natural thing. It was a time of war. Unlike Gaebong, which was created to help those who had become poor beggars, Haomun was an organization created by those who had been living in the mud to survive.

And they used various tricks to survive.

Unlike beggars who make a living by begging, they used to make money by doing things like pickpocketing when they were young, and it was common for women to seduce men with their smiles, then make them sleep with drugs in their drinks and charge them for the drinks.

It was a group that avoided serious crimes such as human trafficking, drugs, murder, or robbery.

Rather than them keeping to the bare minimum, it was more of an effort to avoid making too many enemies.

And similar to the opening, they were also a group that made money by collecting vast amounts of information and selling the information by operating things like zuru and changgwan in various parts of the Central Plains.

As the man with the four faces said, she belonged to the Haomen. More than just a member, she could be said to be the head of the Haomen branch of the Nanzhou branch.

As expected of Haomen’s daughter, she tried to remain calm even though her heart was pounding.

They also fully considered the possibility that the other party might know their true identities.

From the beginning, when the Mireukmyungyo took over the red-light district, they had specifically excluded themselves.

Just looking at this, it was very likely that they knew their true identity.

“We belong to Haomen, but the Central Plains is so vast that it’s almost like each person is living for themselves. We can only receive help when something unfortunate happens. However, even if we try to resolve the situation after the misfortune has already happened, the dead won’t come back, right?”

Even as cold sweat ran down his forehead, Jeokhwaruju forced a smile and answered at length.

“For the same reason, we were living in Nanju while paying protection money to the Nancheonhoe. Incarnation of Maitreya.”

At her seemingly plausible explanation, the smile on the masked man’s lips deepened.

“What you need is not our protection, but our information.”

“… … .”

She was momentarily speechless as if she had been hit hard.

She was the one who succeeded in fooling even the experienced Rouge, Jin Hong Rouge, but it felt like her true feelings could be read through the indifferent eyes that were revealed through her mask.

The masked man spoke to her, who had completely frozen.

“The reason I came here today was to warn you.”

“… … .”

“If you don’t want to see those below you being annihilated because of your useless greed, then you should be more careful.”

Jeokhwaruju looked at him with a tense expression, having forgotten what to say.

“According to the original doctrine of our Maitreya Buddhism, sinless beings are not to be touched.”

The masked man spoke in a nonchalant tone.

“I really wonder if the disciples of Haomen are without sin.”

A terrible murderous intent that did not match his indifferent expression weighed on Jeokhwaruju.