Kiyeon is unbeatable (7)

'Do you consider yourself a Moorim? No, they are far more astute than the Murim.'

Wang Chil sat across the table from the sword and shield.

"My name is Wang Chil, and I am the supervisor of the Gwanghwa-ro Maritime Office."

"We're on Jangyu Island."

"Did you happen to be at the military gate?"

"I assumed the stench of blood had diminished significantly, but that does not appear to be the case."

"Somethings, such as tattoos, cannot be removed permanently." As in my ignorance. "Ha ha ha!"

Jangyusum laughed quietly in response to Wangchil's joke.

"How did you come to know the Master?"

"He stopped by my place the other day and made me a good offer."

"How come you didn't know that before?"

"yes. Yet it appears that the warden has never met me."

"I only got a call from Tongdal."

"Did you, by the way, send five hermits?"

"Because I really needed mastery." Because of him, I even sold the acreage I had set aside for my retirement. I messed up and said something foolish. "Ha ha ha!"

"To have such faith in Suha." You're a great boss."

"Becoming a master is a wonderful step since it instills trust in your superiors." I'm acting like a boss now. That's why I offered him the rank of commanding commander."

Dotongdal returned at that time.

"You've arrived."

"I'm running late because I have a lot on my mind."

Jang Yu-seom was kind to Do Tong-dal.

"I'll return it."

The opponent who reached Jang Yu-pocket seom's was disappointed.

"Are you still going to Haeranghoe?"

"Can I make a decision in three days?"

"yes?"

"If you battle me and hold out for 10 seconds that day, it will become the former captain's sword and shield." I suggested the same thing to Haeranghoe."

"How come it's three days?"

"I'm allowing the captain's blade to emerge from its sheath."

That was a perplexing term. Jang Yu-seom left the words 'I'll see you in three days' before leaving.

Wangchil inquired.

"How did you come to know someone like that?"

"I'm also a little short-haired."

"Sorry. That would have been quite reassuring if he had joined our family."

"What makes you believe it won't?"

Wangchil spoke as though it were normal.

"Can you stand someone like that for ten seconds?" I'm not sure, but I believe it is stronger than Hwang Ho-beop, the Red Tiger Club's top master."

"Even if 10 Hwang Ho-beop came, it won't work for Jang Dae-hyeop."

"Does that suffice?"

"Am I going to spend a lot of money on something that will be useless?"

Wang Chil took a look at where Jangyu Island had gone.

"Such a scumbag." To be that powerful and hold anything for 10 seconds. I'll say no if you don't want to come."

"I wouldn't have made that offer if I didn't want to come." I believe he was looking for a reason to come to us..."

"Are you going to see me?"

"I'm not the kind to cheat."

"What is it if it's neither this nor me?" Do you believe you can endure 10 seconds? "Are you skilled at fighting?"

"no."

* * *

Click!

Jang Baek-key dong's rubbing was precise, therefore the lock opened smoothly. I relocked the door and ignited the candle I'd taken with me just in case.

The Baekdong branch was much wider than the Gwanghwa-ro Haesaso branch.

'I heard that Gwanghaebong's office has the gisaeng management ledger.'

I knew where Gwanghaebong's office was since I had visited it at least 10 times before.

The office door, like the suspicious Gwang Hae-bong, was locked. Jang Baek-dong, who is smarter than he appears, even handed along a rubbing of the office key.

The lock unlocked after inserting the key into the hole and shaking it around. The workplace was strewn with various decorations and artwork.

"You had to pay for it."

The closet on the left was larger than Dotongdal's bed. A bookcase is shown when she moves her torch to the right.

A ledger headed "Gisaeng Management Department" was in the fourth column of the seven-room bookcase.

It was about the thickness of two fingers.

"How many Giru are you in charge of?"

Each giru kept the ledger well ordered. Do Tong Dal stopped flipping over his bookcase when he came across the name Cheon Sang Lu.

The gisaeng's name, address, and even the amount of money provided were all meticulously documented.

Do Tong-dal began trancribing the contents of the ledger with an ink-soaked brush. It took a long because he was 67 years old.

It was around this time that Do Tong-dal jotted down the names of the forty-two gisaengs.

rattle! rattle!

The doorknob swung from left to right. Someone was attempting to unlock the latch, just like Do Tong Dal did.

Most likely, it will be Gwang Hae-bong, the office's owner. Do Tong-dal hurriedly slid the ledger onto the bookshelf and extinguished the candle.

The darkness descended rapidly, but I recalled where the closet was. In an emergency, deciding where to hide was instinctual.

The door slammed open as soon as he walked inside the closet.

"Sir X scumbags!" When was the last time you instructed me to repair the door? There aren't any that are worth using!"

Do Tong-dal shut the closet door when Gwang Hae-bong came with a candle. I could see Gwanghaebong's actions via a little opening in the closet door.

"How long does it take?"

Outside the office, a woman's voice could be heard.

"Bitch, please wait."

The way you respond is never denial. Gwang Hae-bong yanked on the edge of the portrait hanging next to the bookcase. The artwork then expanded inward like a window.

A safe was hidden underneath the picture. As he inserted the key inside the safe door, Gwang Hae-bong grinned.

"Heh heh..." This jerk was caught by one of the elders. You snored at me the instant you wrote your name in my humiliation book."

Gwang Hae-bong had it hidden so that the contents of the safe could not be seen. Gwang Hae-bong, who entered and departed the safe, was holding a book.

It was obvious that Gwang Hae-bong was referring to the work without a title. Gwang Hae-bong placed the Book of Justice on his desk and began writing.

It's more likely to tidy up an elder's personal issues.

'I can't believe I'm just looking at that treasure!'

You must view that book even if you bring the safecracker later. But, the chance arrived unexpectedly swiftly.

Clink!

"Ah!"

A woman's piercing scream could be heard outside, coupled with the sound of something shattering.

"what? What's the problem?"

Gwang Hae-bong, taken aback, bolted from the office.

"I shattered the vase..." What should I do now that it's bleedin'? Hehehe—!"

"ruler… … Wait a second. There must be a bandage someplace around here..."

There is no time to waste. If you put the book back in the safe, you could never see it again.

Do Tong-dal rolled over to the desk after exiting the closet. You do not have to duplicate the contents of the book; simply look at it.

It is critical to understand what Gwang Hae-bong said regarding Jang-ro Han. This is because, behind Huiju, he is the second most powerful figure in Jeokhohoe's personnel management.

"Well, I'm ill! "Be careful!"

"Stay put! "What made you touch the vase?"

Gwanghaebong did not appear to enter readily. Tong-dal swiftly read the first section of the book.

Elder Han's embezzlement was unethical. That was a sizable sum, and the application of the embezzled funds was also specified.

It would be hard to get away with this degree of detail if it were real. Do Tong-dal read a couple more novels about self-indulgence.

'They say you can't trust anyone.'

Even individuals who didn't appear to be peeling pumpkin seeds were doing it from behind. The most prevalent crime was embezzlement, and there were two murders.

"Let's go to the councillor, Acx." Wait a second."

Do Tong-dal, taken aback, rolled on the floor and returned to the closet. Gwang Hae-bong returned to her office, shut the door, and placed her book of denial in the safe.

"You're coated in blood, I see. "I'm sure there's a change of clothing in the closet..."

Gwang Hae-bong approached the closet. Do Tong-pulse dal's raced quicker as he got closer to Gwang Hae-visage bong's reflected in the candlelight.

'I've been apprehended!'

This was a one-shot since I was confined in a closet with no way out. What will happen if Gwang Hae-bong discovers him?

The worst-case scenario is death, and you're lucky if it ends up being an asshole somewhere.

'Will my leg be severed again in this life? Is that why I live my life over and over again? Is that the punishment I've received?'

As negative ideas took over my mind, all of my senses heightened.

This sensation of fluff yearning for life reminded me of a time in my past existence.

There was a rainforest in the south. The humid air stuck to my skin like glue, and the oppressive heat burnt my lungs.

That was the second most horrible day of the war's three years. Just Do Tong-dal survived after twenty-two troops who were despatched together were killed out.

Tao Tong-dal hid in an empty log for three days to evade the Namman Miao. He drank his own pee, ate bugs, and sat around waiting for his foes to vanish.

It was the closest I came to death until my leg was severed. The cramped quarters and impending death reminded me of that day in my past existence.

Situations evoked memories, and memories, in turn, evoked sensations. The senses that had been neglected until now flooded into the present existence, breaking through the past life.

pounding! pounding!

My heart was racing, and the veins all over my body were twitching. The statement that the intellect rules the body was not just hyperbole.

When he clinched his hands, Do Tong-breathing dal's grew laboured. I was convinced I could kill Gwang Hae-bong with one punch. When Gwang Hae-bong unlocks the closet door, this will occur.

Gwanghaebong opened the door with his hand.

"What are you up to? "Get me to the doctor's office as soon as possible!"

"You need to change your clothing!"

"I mean, I'm going to die! Come quickly!"

"That girl is antsy."

Gwanghaebong exited the office, leaving the closet door he was clutching. The office door slammed shut! Do Tong-dal sighed with relief.

Do Tong-fingers dal's trembled slightly when he emerged from the closet. It is both the memories of and the body from a former existence.

But, what appeared to be a ghost crossed space and time and assaulted Dotongdal.

I'm allowing the captain's knife to emerge from its sheath.

I remembered a name as soon as Jang Yu-words seom's entered my thoughts.

full flesh.

Dotongdal earned the unsettling moniker of a ghost on the battlefield or a ghost that kills all while wandering the battlefield as a devoted soldier.

The Chunggun punishment is accepted in place of people who should suffer the death sentence or a comparable punishment.

Faithful troops who have nothing to repent even if they die will invariably be assigned to the most perilous positions on the battlefield.

From the southernmost island of Hainan to the northernmost country of Mongolia. From pirates on the high seas to grassland horsemen. He never did anything without fighting.

They went up fighting from south to north, then down fighting from north to south.

I marched through a battlefield that was more hazardous than fire and more terrifying than hell for three years.

Do Tong-dal was the sole faithful soldier who served more than one year instead of three. That felt like having immortality.

Therefore I decided to serve the 5-year period of allegiance in the name of Jeonsalgwi. Her leg, however, was severed.

As Do Tong-dal became ineffective as a soldier, the military pardoned him as a favour.

The jeon flesh demon returned to Hangzhou with one leg amputated. Instead, not a single promise that had been made, that it would be done if the guilt was reversed, was kept.

He was enraged, but there was nothing he could do about it. The name Jeon Salgwi vanished as a synab while traversing the dark alleyways of Hangzhou as a useless human being.

And it's so ancient.

Dotongdal examined his arm, which had tendons protruding from it.

"Does this seem like a knife coming out of a scabbard?"

It may have been, but it's still a dull, rusted knife. Even if both the mind and the body recalled the Jeon Salgwi and the contemporary Dotongdal, they were worlds different.

"Then we have to narrow the gap." Before that, I have some stuff to do."

Do Tong-dal pulled the gisaeng list from the bookcase and began copying them.

The head of Dotongdal is required now rather than the body of the Jeonsagui.

* * *

Do Tong-dal held the dagger in backward with a blade of around one character in integers.

The dagger was shorter than the weapon he used as a Jeon Slayer, but it was the easiest weapon for a criminal to use.

When doing it with the left and right hands, the knife became used to the hand. Her body was gradually imprinting the battle flesh ears she recalled with her head.

Do Tong-dal checked the list of prostitutes while turning the knife in his palm.

"You'll know when you see the contract, but it'll be expensive, right?"

If you wish to switch ranks inside the same enemy group, just alter your allegiance. From the Baekdong branch to the marine office at Gwanghwa-ro.

Yet, much like regular people, they refused to hand over the gisaengs administered by Gwanghaebong.

According to the information Wangchil requested, Gwanghaebong's effort to chop off the gisaengs at Cheonsangru is currently underway.

"Since I don't have time, I'll have to give up my ego."