The Magic Life of a Spy Chapter 15

15.

“What, why.”

Mao glanced at the broken window, swallowed dryly, and asked. It wasn’t scary. It was just that he realized that Zhang Lishu was no ordinary madman.

But contrary to expectations, he smiled brightly and spoke affectionately.

“Are you okay?”

“Hey, are you okay? Do you know what you just did?”

“I did what I had to do as an assistant.”

“Hey, you! You just messed with Maga. That kid is Lee Shin’s right-hand man. You don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“Yes. Should we go to the palace now?”

“Eww! Listen carefully. Pack your bags and leave Wolha Village right now. Then either return to the Counterintelligence Corps, or leave Cheonsan and go to Haenam where no one can find you. Whatever. And don’t come back again.”

If you don’t want to die.

Mao threw down the cruel order to expel the guests and headed out the door. Zhang Yishu licked his lips and scratched his eyebrows as he said:

“Why should it be like that?”

“Why? Hahaha! Otherwise, you die. Those assassins will only target you from now on. And not just any assassins, but the slaughterhouse. Those evil bastards. In a few days, you’ll be floating around as a corpse on that black lake.”

“Shall we make a bet?”

“What kind of bet is this?”

“It’s a bet on whether I can survive here in Wolha Village.”

“what?”

“If I survive, then I will stop complaining and become your assistant.”

Ha. Mao’s mouth let out a gasp. Are you serious right now? The Slaughterhouse is the most murderous group in the Demonic Cult. They say they are murderous, but they are the height of viciousness, doing anything for money.

But you survived? You, a commoner?

“Hahahaha! Alright. If you survive, then I’ll do whatever you say.”

There was arsenic at the corners of Mao’s mouth, and his eyes were cold, without any expectation. However, Zhang Yishu’s gaze, facing him, was more serious than ever.

“There’s no point in saying anything else when you get there.”

“of course.”

The two people’s eyes met in the air. Nam Ae-il’s words were as precious as heaven’s gold. Jang Yi-seo presented the seonmun solemnly as if he was receiving a promise.

“Leave it to me.”

Then Mao answered confidently.

“Leave it to me!”

F*ck… … . Okay. Let’s just consider it as a promise. As Zhang Yishu nodded, Mao walked out again and gave one last warning.

“Stop being a guest and go away. I don’t want to watch someone die next to me anymore.”

So Mao left. And soon, Zhang Xu was left alone.

He muttered softly as he looked around the wrecked room.

“Where am I going? You and your sister. And even your family home, Maga. No? I’m not going back until I’ve looted the whole mountain, Inma. Do you understand?”

Sigh.

A deep smile appeared on Jang Il-seo’s lips.

* * *

– Rock carving of the Hubei branch of the Murim Alliance.

“Is this it? No.”

A beautiful woman sitting on the dark floor, flipping through scattered documents with no room to step.

This is a rock engraving of Jegal So-mi, known as the intelligent flower, Ji-hwa (知花).

Normally, she would be finishing up all her paperwork and waiting for Zhuge Liang like a well-behaved cat, since it was almost time to get off work. But for some reason, lately, working overtime has been a daily routine for her.

And it wasn’t something that anyone told me to do, it was something I did willingly.

“Ahem, Somi. Shouldn’t we go home now?”

“Oh, Grandpa. You go first. I still have more things to look for.”

“Haha, there is a time for everything. When it’s time to rest, resting is the way to increase efficiency, my sister-in-law… … .”

“You just did that because you were bored going alone. Sir, please separate public and private matters. I’m busy.”

“Ahem… … . What on earth are you doing?”

Jegal Sang bowed his head and slowly approached him, crouching down. Then, looking at the documents Jegal So Mi had sorted in front of him, his eyes sparkled and he asked.

“Aren’t these secret organizations of the Demonic Cult?”

“yes.”

As for the organization of the Demonic Cult, there are the Gwangmyeong Left and Right Lions and the Seven Great Princes under the Cheonmajeon, and under them are the Elders’ Council and the Oryongdang, and in addition to these, there are over a hundred small groups.

However, this is only the tip of the iceberg that is known to the public.

In reality, there were numerous families and private organizations.

And the place that Jegal So-mi had been working overtime to find was… … .

“found.”

To kill. To kill.

“Slaughterhouse?!”

Yes. The documents she found with great difficulty, smiling brightly, were the records of the slaughterhouse, which was officially listed as a cult assassination group.

Zhuge Shang’s doubts deepened even more.

“If it’s a slaughterhouse, isn’t it run by the Sa brothers, the hermit masters of the Demonic Cult?”

“Yes. There are many famous anecdotes about their violence. It is said that they are more feared by the ordinary followers of Cheonsan than the leader. It is also said that their skills are comparable to those of a great leader.”

“Yes. But why them?”

At Zhuge Sang’s question, Zhuge Somi made a sharp expression. At this, Zhuge Sang said, “Oops.” If I tell you this much, you should figure out the rest yourself.

“Let’s see.”

Zhuge Shang smiled with interest and then looked closely at the documents lying on the floor again.

Then one thing in common was discovered.

“It’s all about Maga. Sahojeong, the younger of the Sa brothers in the slaughterhouse, owed his life to the eldest son, Mysin.”

“Yes. The person Sahojeong unknowingly messed with happened to be the nephew of the Lord of Geumryongdang, and it was only at that time that Maishin intervened and barely saved his life.”

“Hmm, I remember.”

But why is that? As Jegal Sang tilted his head, Jegal So Mi smiled slyly. She was telling him to try harder. At this, Jegal Sang narrowed his eyes slightly as if he was annoyed and became lost in thought.

“If it’s a slaughterhouse… … . There was a precedent where the servants of the Seven Princes were killed in the past. Within Horongdang, they were identified as the culprits, but strangely enough, it was an incident that was hushed up without anyone holding them accountable.”

“That’s right! I think the client at that time was Maishin, the older brother of Chil-gong-ja.”

“Why do you think so?”

“It was an example. A warning not to mess with your younger brother who suddenly rose in status overnight.”

Zhuge Shang spat. What he meant was… … .

“Maybe that anger could also reach No. 103 who entered Chilsogung.”

“If I’m right. And that person… … .”

A dark shadow fell over Jegal Somi’s face.

What we learned from thoroughly investigating Room 103 was that he had an innate disability called a retarded body.

A fatal limitation that prevents you from reaching the peak no matter how hard you try.

But what would happen if such a person were to confront the dangerous slaughterhouse? It would be a sure defeat. No, it would be a sure death.

“Guy. I was wondering why you’ve been working so hard lately. Is it all because of Room 103?”

When Zhuge Shang suddenly asked a question, Zhuge Somi muttered in embarrassment.

“Oh, that’s… … . I was just curious. And somehow… … .”

“Why. Do you like him? Be careful. You should never have any feelings for an agent.”

“Grandpa! That’s not it.”

“Haha, and you won’t have anything to worry about. So let’s go home now.”

“None? What do you mean?”

Normally, he wouldn’t be the type of person to speak so easily, but today, perhaps because he wanted to go home quickly, he answered right away.

“Do you know the wind and mist of Guizhou?”

“If it’s Wind… … Rim… … . Are you talking about the assassination group that disappeared about ten years ago?”

Zhuge Shang nodded. Zhuge Somi was startled by this. Poonglim. Originally, they were a group of assassins who were famous enough to have their lineage passed down for generations.

But why do they?

“No. 103 The first report that the child sent after entering the Demonic Cult contained exactly three words.”

When Jegal So-mi frowned, Jegal Sang laughed heartily and said this clearly.

“Wind, thunder, destruction.”

“oh my god.”

“That happened when the kid was nineteen. Hehe. When you work in the counterintelligence unit, you tend to accumulate resentment here and there. If it was wrong for Poonglim to target that kid back then, then it was wrong.”

Jegal Somi couldn’t even close his gaping mouth. How on earth could he do that with that body of a savage? Even if he was a spy raised in a cave, how could he…?

“So don’t worry and let’s go now. Hahaha!”

Zhuge Shang stepped out with a hearty laugh. Zhuge Somi took a quick look at the slaughterhouse document in her hand, put it down on the floor, and stepped out.

“Let’s go together, Grandpa!”

If the best brain in the world, Zhuge Liang, had said so, you could sleep soundly without worry.

Of course, it’s inevitable that you’ll be more curious about Room 103.

* * *

– 8th floor of the Chwiseonru.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Hongran prepared a magnificent meal for Jang Il-seo, who came up from work, and welcomed him.

But Jang Yi-seo’s expression is not good at all.

“I guess things haven’t gone well.”

“Oh. Wow.”

Qu Honglan’s face darkened at the honest answer. She knew roughly what was going on. This was because while researching Mao, she had heard of the ill-fated relationship between him and her family.

In particular, he doesn’t want his illegitimate children to rise even a little bit, so he keeps causing trouble.

That’s probably why the fight broke out.

But.

“Those bastards of Majin-gu took the sword. It was worth 250 nyang. My plan to get it in exchange for alcohol… … has gone down the drain. If I wasn’t going to get it, I wouldn’t have broken the door and windows. That makes me so angry.”

Bang! Jang Seo timidly struck the table, fearing that it might break. Chu Hongran blankly watched, then covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

Then he hurriedly lowered his head with a red face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Is that funny? It must be funny. I find that funny too. Why did I miss it? Ha. How can I accept this?”

He’s a man you never know even if you know him. He’s got Maga and that guy, and all he thinks about is the money he’s going to get.

Ttorr.

Chu Hongran quietly poured him a glass of wine to calm him down. Jang Yiseo nodded in thanks and downed it in one gulp.

Wow. Useful.

As soon as he regained his appetite, he suddenly blurted out something shocking.

“The store will be closed starting tomorrow.”

“yes?”

“Assassins will come from the slaughterhouse.”

Hongran cautiously raised her hand to cover her gaping mouth. What on earth does this mean? An assassin from the slaughterhouse.

“I heard that the Sashi brothers of the slaughterhouse and Mysin are on special terms. It seems like they’ve hurt people around Chilgongja a few times before.”

“Are you saying that the incident where the servants were murdered… was all done by the slaughterhouse?”

Jang Yiseo nodded. In fact, he didn’t know that either.

Surprisingly, I found out about this through Yongtae, the leader of the Black Dragon Clan.

‘So, as you may know, I’m from Horongdang, and I’m a 6th-level demon, one level higher than a 7th-level demon. Yes, I’m sorry. So at that time… … .’

He said that when he was in the Tiger Clan, there was an incident where all of Mao’s servants were murdered.

Accordingly, Horongdang, which was in charge of security and escort, classified this as a special case, formed a special team to investigate, and as a result, determined that it was the work of the Sa brothers.

But.

“They covered it up. According to Yongtae, it seemed like the bloodless Duke Mysin was involved. It seems like the higher-ups also decided that it was a family matter and it would be better to resolve it within the family.”

“How could that happen… … .”

No matter how much you hate them, they are still family. Are you saying you would send assassins to sabotage them?

“So this time the slaughterhouse is coming… … .”

Chu Hongran shakes her head, saying that it can’t be true. But her uneasy premonitions are never wrong.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

A bolt from the blue fell from Jang Yi-seo’s mouth.

#Assistance, the beginning (2)