Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 236



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 236

Deterioration (3)

After dealing with the Red Guard and Yangjong, Ilmok left the room with light steps.

A small hallway appeared, and as I went down the stairs along the hallway, I came across a scene filled with blood, corpses, and cold air.

It was a scene created by Jin Ha-yeon and Hyuk-ryeon Seon-ah. Dam-bin moved alone to deal with another Gi-ru managed by Hao-mun.

Passing that place and going down one more floor, there, Hyukryun Seon-a and Jin Ha-yeon were fighting the remnants of Haomun while wearing masks.

There were a lot of sloppy guys, but among them, there were at least two or three who looked like they were at the peak of their first-class skills.

‘I guess those guys are the ones who came with that Yangjong guy.’

Ichimoku, who had gauged the level of his enemies, watched the two women fight, ready to come out at any moment.

Because neither of them seemed dangerous at the moment.

‘Jin So-jo’s ice magic has definitely become more intense… Seon-ah seems to be at a similar level to when I entered the Magic Academy.’

It felt a bit strange.

It wasn’t because Hyukryeon Seon-a’s level was outstanding for her age.

What should I say?

I have a feeling that those two might be sisters?

The child who usually followed him around, calling him “Big Brother, Big Brother” was now swinging his fingernails with an expressionless look in his eyes, just like Jin Ha-yeon.

Crunch!

Even as one of Haomen’s disciples had his shin cut off by her swung claws, and the blood splattered on his face, the child still had an indifferent look in her eyes.

“Tsk.”

At first glance, I thought something was off, so I clicked my tongue and shouted.

“Seon-ah. Close your eyes.”

At the same time, Ichimoku, who had raised his internal energy, swung the Ascension Sword repeatedly into the air.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

A series of black energy blasts poured out, and the Haomun disciples who had surrounded Hyukryeon Seon-ah and Jin Ha-yeon were swept away.

Only then did Hyukryun Seon-ah notice that Ilmok had arrived and she approached him and shouted.

“Brother!”

Unlike the indifferent look he had shown just a moment ago, his attitude was the same as usual.

On the other hand, Jin Ha-yeon slightly bowed her head with her expressionless eyes and spoke.

“I apologize for the delay.”

“Okay. There was just more trash to deal with than I thought.”

In the meantime, Ilmok is responding appropriately to Jin Ha-yeon’s apology.

One of those who barely survived shouted with an evil look on his face.

“Do you think you can get away with messing with our Haomen?”

At that shout that sounded familiar, Ichimoku let out a light sigh.

“Ha. That’s stupid.”

Ilmok answered as he walked towards the man, muttering as if he was bothered.

“If Haomen was afraid, do you think he would have done something like this?”

Unfortunately, there was no one left to answer that question.

Crunch!

Before we knew it, bloody marks were drawn on the necks of the surviving Haomen.

* * *

A small room located in a corner of Jeokhwaru.

In the place where originally four gisaengs slept together, one woman was tied up.

Her body was suspended in the air, tied to a rope hanging from the ceiling beam, and her face was so swollen that it was difficult to recognize her original face.

It wasn’t just his face. There was no place on his body that was clean, and since he had been tied to the rope and floating for over six hours, the skin that touched the rope was already worn away.

She just floated in the air with her eyes half-open, drooling blood-tinged saliva.

Last night. After being caught trying to escape the Red Light District, he was tortured severely to make an example of himself.

Even though screams and shouts echoed through the door, she couldn’t recognize them.

And then at some point, silence came.

There was no sound around her, only the faint sound of her breathing pierced her ears.

Just for a moment, I was completely lost in it.

Swish.

A familiar sound pierced her ears.

The sound of a door opening.

She raised her head as if to start a game.

Because once you hear that sound, the torture begins.

Even though she was not of sound mind, she looked forward reflexively.

‘who?’

There, standing, was a man wearing a mask.

Immediately after that.

Crunch.

With a slight noise, as if something was being cut, her body was released from its bonds.

It was her last memory.

* * *

“Ugh.”

The woman opened her eyes, groaning in pain all over her body.

“So-hyang!”

And the first thing that caught her eye was the face of a woman with tears in her eyes.

It was a familiar face. It was the face of a close friend who had tried to escape the Red Light District with him.

“Where is this?”

So-hyang asked with her eyes squinted in pain and her throat hoarse.

The woman with tears in her eyes answered while carefully pouring the water she had prepared in advance into So-hyang’s mouth.

“It’s a medical clinic in the grounds of the Maitreya Buddhist temple. The incarnation of Maitreya saved me.”

In her explanation, So-hyang recalled her hazy memories.

The first thing that came to mind was the brutal torture I had endured throughout the day, but soon the last memory came to mind.

The sight of a masked man appearing through the open door.

‘He was the incarnation of Maitreya… .’

While So-hyang was recalling her memories, the woman spoke.

“The congressman said he wasn’t feeling well, so he asked me to recuperate here for a while.”

“What about the money?”

At So-hyang’s worried question, the woman smiled bashfully. Her eyes were swollen.

“You heard the rumor? They say that if you are a believer of the Maitreya Sect, they will treat you for free. Did you decide not to believe in the Maitreya Sect?”

So-hyang also smiled at the joke the woman made at the end.

‘Really… salvation is coming.’

The pain was evident on his face, which had been swollen from the brutal violence, but the smile did not disappear.

* * *

Long before the woman named So-hyang came to her senses.

The men and women worked busily all night, clearing out the Haomen tribes of Nanzhou.

Since there were no people who could be called experts except for Jeokhwaru, it didn’t take that long to organize them.

After finishing cleaning Haomen like that.

Dam-bin visited Jinhongru wearing a mask.

At the sight of her smelling of blood, Jin Hongruju quickly paid his respects.

“I see the incarnation of Maitreya.”

Aside from Dam-bin’s bloody appearance, rumors about what had happened the night before were already spreading secretly in the red-light district.

After entering the Mireukmyeonggyo Bridge, Jin Hongruju, who was dividing the red-light district into two, had already received that information.

“Thanks to your cooperation, we were able to completely eradicate Haomun, so I will reward you.”

It wasn’t just about the woman named So-hyang. It was Jin Hong-ru-ju who had been consistently reporting on the various rumors spreading in the red-light district and the movements of Hao-mun.

“From now on, I will entrust you with the red-light district of Nanju. You will also be in charge of the places that Haomen managed.”

At Dam-bin’s command, Jin Hong-ru-ju bowed to Dam-bin without delay.

“May Maitreya come! May all beings be saved! I will follow the will of the incarnation.”

When Jin Hongruju finished his bow and raised his head, there was no sign of anyone left before his eyes.

“Whew. There’s a lot to do ahead.”

Jin Hongruju sighed lightly and muttered to herself.

Since he now managed all the restaurants that Haomen had managed, you could say that he had become the owner of the Nanju red-light district.

Of course, the actual owner was the Maitreya Buddhism and he was more like its representative.

However, it wasn’t all bad.

The Mireukmyungyo hardly interfered with the affairs of the red-light district, as long as no one committed a ‘sin’.

Since he didn’t even take a profit, some of the huge profits made in the red-light district ended up in his pocket.

However, the reason I sighed was because, literally, ‘I have a lot of work to do.’

Jin Hongruju knew this because he was a quick-witted and experienced old man.

Being the manager of this place meant that he had to take responsibility when problems arose in the red-light district.

It was a natural story, but there were many people in the world who were not like that.

Those who only think about the rights and benefits they will gain, and do not think about their responsibilities.

And since Jin Hongruju was an old man who knew how to take responsibility, the Mireukmyeonggyo was happy to entrust him with the management.

However, there was a slight smile on Jin Hongruju’s lips as she let out a sigh.

It wasn’t just because of the money he would make managing the red-light district.

“Still, it’s rewarding, so that’s a relief.”

Because at some point, genuine smiles began to appear on the lips of those who were sold out just because of debt and were selling fake smiles.

“That’s funny.”

Jin Hongruju, who wondered if it was her intention to order around such women, shook her head and left the room.

There were a lot of things that had to be taken care of quickly.

* * *

Around noon.

Ichimoku woke up in an atmosphere so peaceful that it was hard to believe he had fought a war with Haomen the night before.

“Have you coughed?”

“Are you awake, brother?”

Ilmok responded appropriately to the greetings of the two women who were standing guard, ate the food they had brought, and then headed to the training ground.

“Seon-ah. Today, let’s do the dance that we couldn’t do yesterday.”

At Ilmok’s words, Hyukryun Seon-ah’s face lit up.

The two faced each other at a distance of about a foot, and Ichimoku spoke with his sword hanging down.

“Come in comfortably.”

As soon as Ilmok finished speaking, Hyukryun Seon-ah ran towards Ilmok with a smiling face.

With bloodshot eyes on his fingers.

She unleashed a flurry of strikes with quick movements, and Ichimoku dodged or deflected her attacks with light movements.

It was like a cat chasing a fleeing butterfly.

The only problem was that the cat’s claws were powerful enough to cut through rocks.

It’s not hard to get along with Hyukryun Seon-ah.

‘I think this will be enough.’

Ilmok used his left hand to brush away her nails, then placed his left hand on her head and spoke.

“Let’s stop this fight here.”

“You can do more, brother.”

When Seon-ah, out of breath and with sweat running down her forehead, started to cry, Ilmok shook his head.

“I was able to fully confirm how much effort you have put in so far.”

Ilmok, who said that with a soft smile, added while looking intently into Seon-ah’s eyes.

“You’re growing fast enough, so I think it might be a good idea to stop practicing for a while and focus on meditation.”

“Should I reduce my training?”

Hyukryun Seon-ah asked back with an expression of incomprehension.

“Isn’t there a saying that too much of anything is as bad as too little?”

The first impression was uneasy.

Even I myself suffered from terrible side effects when I entered the Magic Hall, and my level increased further in the Magic Hall, to the point where I almost went mad.

However, Seon-ah had not yet entered the Magic Hall, but had already reached a considerably high level.

There was a difference between Ilmok himself and Seon-ah in that it took him only one year to reach that level, while it took Seon-ah four or five years.

Anyway, I didn’t want that child to go crazy from the side effects of magic.

‘Honestly, I’m also concerned about what I saw yesterday.’

Because of the crazy educational methods of the Magong and Hyukryun Sega, I thought that the child’s condition was a bit dangerous.

But why is that?

“Are you… going to abandon me?”

At Ilmok’s words, tears welled up in Hyukryeon Seon-ah’s eyes.