Chapter 392 – Let’s Cover Tonight (2)
The second opponent managed to let out a scream, but I immediately wrapped my arm around his neck and flipped him over, causing him to fall to the ground. As a precaution, I quickly struck his neck with the edge of my hand before moving on to the last one.
“Damn it.”
I was surprised at how well my training had prepared me for this. I had decided to retreat and blow the whistle, but when I saw Yangsan-gae pulling out his weapon and preparing to attack, I kicked whatever object was on the ground in frustration.
“Ow!”
The last opponent, who had just fallen, was hit in the face with the shoe of his fallen comrade. He tried to regain his composure by shaking his head, but I didn’t miss the opportunity to punch him in the stomach.
“Sorry, I didn’t know it was a shoe.”
I leaned the unconscious man against the wall and turned around to see Yangsan-gae finishing off the remaining three guards with ease.
Although I was probably better at martial arts than him, it was hard to ignore his skills as a Muryeommaeng.
“Now, let’s go in. We have to strike quickly so they can’t react.”
Yangsan-gae’s voice was cheerful, perhaps because we were about to get our revenge on Yongun Sangdan. I didn’t have any objections since I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
Forgery is a difficult skill.
Although the human eye can see everything within its field of vision, the human brain cannot process all of it. Forgeries take advantage of these blind spots. They use certain parts that are easily recognizable to those who know what to look for, but are not easily noticed by those who don’t.
However, there are people who have the innate talent to recognize even these details, and Juisuyeom’s men were among them. They enjoyed their lives, knowing they had this talent. Although they felt burdened by using forgeries, they still enjoyed the thrill of using them to deceive others.
If it had been me a few years ago, I wouldn’t have regretted living that kind of life.
“Is this everything? Is there anything else hidden? Oh, you can’t speak. Blink twice if there’s nothing else.”
Suddenly, a masked man appeared like a ghost. The man was so scared that he was being squeezed tightly, and he blinked twice, knowing that he would die if he received any more blows.
The resentment of whether this talent came from his father or mother was just an added bonus.
“Tsk tsk… You’re quite careless. You wrote the receiver’s name as Yongho Sang, the leader of the Makyoga. Shouldn’t you at least write it as Myeonggyo?”
He had tried to write down the place known as Giryu, which was under the Makyoga, but due to the intervention of Yongun Sangdanju, he had to write it down as little as possible. Although the man who had been subdued by Ahnyul felt unjust, he couldn’t refute anything.
Meanwhile, Yangsan-gae, who had no idea about such circumstances, laughed in disappointment. If it had been this easy, he would have preferred to wait and watch until it was completed.
‘No, maybe they could have used this kind of thing to force someone…’
If you have power, you can make something that looks untrue to anyone into the truth. It may seem absurd, but at least for the current Kangho, it was something that could happen anytime.
He was just disgusted by the fact that the source of that power was none other than the fundamental Gupailbang of the Jungpamurim.
Yangsan-gae opened his mouth again, swallowing his bitterness.
“Well, we’re about to leave, but before we do, I want to make one suggestion to you.”
The man who had been watching his work crumple into Yangsan-gae’s arms looked disappointed, and the man who had been worried about what this crazy man would say next was now worried again.
“Well, it’s nothing else. If you’re okay with it, why don’t you come out of here with us right now? What do you think?”
The man couldn’t believe what the crazy man was saying. If only he could move his mouth and not have that iron-like fist, he would have cursed him out.
Whether he knew that or not, Yangsan-gae said calmly.
“Oh, of course, the choice is yours. What’s left here is your freedom. I have no intention of forcing you.”
As he rolled his eyes endlessly, not knowing what he was thinking, another man who had been quietly standing next to him spoke up.
“Wouldn’t that be okay? He’s a body that’s supposed to be studying under the Gupail, but the leader won’t hold him responsible for something like this.”
Responsibility?
It was a sinister undertone hidden in a soft tone. Kangho felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up as he heard the voice of the middle-aged man this time.
“Um, this isn’t a back alley or a thug, so it’s ridiculous to hold someone responsible for this kind of inevitability. We’ll definitely judge it fairly.”
Was Dan Jaemoon that kind of person? It was something that anyone with eyes and ears could know, as there was a distance between the word “fair” and the Dongnam.
‘Damn it…’
There was no intention of forcing anyone, it was just bullshit. If left alone, he would end up in the hands of Dan Jaemoon, so it was a suggestion to follow them willingly.
The cause was what they were providing right now.
The man who was suppressing his anger by forcing down his raised tail at the brazen attitude, opened his eyes wide at the following words.
“Still, it’s better than being in the Makyoga. If it were me, I would have pretended to find the culprit and hit him, saying that I would prove my innocence. Besides, the dead can’t speak, can they?”
The possibility of murder had never crossed the man’s mind. But he was scared to the bone. After all, he didn’t know what these people were up to, but if Yongun Sangdanju suffered any damage, there was no guarantee that such a thing wouldn’t happen.
The man knew that there was nothing more valuable than his life in this world.
“Should I follow them?”
But he was also afraid to trust them so easily. After all, they were strangers whose faces and names he didn’t know.
However, the two men didn’t give him time to think.
“Take care, and since your bones aren’t broken, you’ll recover quickly if you rest well.”
‘Wait a minute!’
As the two turned around, the man tried to grab them, but his voice wouldn’t come out. He couldn’t move, and he couldn’t speak, and the man was shocked by the fact.
‘Wait, take me with you! Take me with you!’
The only part of his body that moved was his eyelids, which he blinked incessantly, but there was no way the other person could hear him.
As he remembered the time when Munju warned him that he would lose his head if he took on a commission with a bad back, he regretted it anew.
“Oh, but just in case, wouldn’t it be better to check one last time?”
The young man’s voice rang in his ears, and the man felt as if a ray of light was shining in the darkness.
It goes without saying that he nodded frantically at the repeated suggestion.
No Heebang’s plan was simple, but there was one tricky part.
No matter what evidence they secured, someone had to push it in front of the public and shout out how much of a bastard the Yongun Sangdanju was.
It was a burden that was naturally too heavy for an individual like me to bear, and it was also a matter of showing off to the Gupail and other factions, so it was not an easy task.
So No Heebang had ordered someone who could testify to come with him, and for that, he needed one more person besides me.
“I’ll go first. I’ll try to come back, but if things don’t go well, I might not be able to. In that case, Sohyeop will have to take care of it.”
Yangsanggae, who still had his ah-hyul and ma-hyul suppressed, spoke to me while carrying the fake man like a sack.
“Yes, there won’t be anyone suspicious if one more person goes missing here, since chaos will break out anyway.”
If he went out like that, the fake man would escape with the help of ‘unknown people’ and create a flow where he met with the Hyopsa of Gaebang and reported this fact ‘by chance.’
Then, Gaebang would have wanted to turn a blind eye to it from the same faction’s position, but ‘inevitably’ there would be a picture of them investigating this fact.
I was worried about what would happen if he refused, thinking that he might be a powerful figure who couldn’t betray even if he died, but judging from the way he changed his attitude earlier, he would probably do as he was told.
“Everything is probably ready. Let’s see each other again tomorrow when they come back here.”
“Yes.”
Outside, No Heebang was commanding the Gaebang members to investigate the fake men who might be outside, while also preparing to spread the truth about Yongun Sangdanju.
If we send Yangsanggae over this wall, today’s work will be done.
As Yangsanggae firmly grasped his waistband so as not to miss the fake men while crossing the wall, he turned to me.
“Phew, I’m glad the job was easy. Well, then, I’ll be going now.”
In this situation, saying such words would always lead to a headache.
I was considering whether to say something with a modern sense of sensibility to Yangsanggae, but I didn’t seem to have the luxury of such thoughts.
Shaaang!
As soon as I sensed something sharp flying through the air, I immediately moved my hand.
“Missed!”
Thud.
The solid flying knife bounced off my wrist, and I heard Yangsanggae gasping for breath, but I didn’t have the luxury of looking in that direction.
The opponent slowly walked out of the darkness, judging from the reverse movement of the flying knife, he was definitely not an ordinary master.
“Crossing the wall at this time means you can be seen as a rat bastard, right?”
The opponent, who had a voice strangely distorted by inner strength, wore a mask that looked strangely similar to the deer mask I had seen before.
