Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 29

< The King of Power, Hear the News >

“What is the name of your assassination group?”

At Danwoosung's question, Salsu's lips twitched and he had no choice but to answer.

"This is the Gold and Silver Murder Society. It's divided into Gold and Silver. I belong to Silver."

Danwoo Sung burst out laughing because the group name was so ridiculous.

“What was the idea behind that name?”

“It simply means that if you give me money, I will kill you.”

Danwoo-seong laughed again.

“Gu Yang-saeng, how much did you pay to hire all these guys?”

Gu Yang-saeng replied in a calm tone.

“Why do you ask that?”

When I showed that I didn't want to talk, Danwoo-seong's smile disappeared from his face.

"Is it because there are still many healthy parts of the body left? Stop the carriage for a moment."

Knowing the Archduke's personality, Gu Yang-saeng had no choice but to answer.

“Eight hundred nyang each, a total of three thousand two hundred nyang were paid.”

Danwoo Seong asked Salsu with his arms crossed.

“Is that right?”

Salsu replied.

“What are you talking about······.”

"Is this the average salary you receive for going out to work? Didn't you say you were paid eight hundred nyang per person?"

Salsu looked at Gu Yangsaeng and replied.

“It’s a lot more than usual.”

Danwoo-seong laughed again at Salsu's answer. This time, too, it was a laugh of absurdity.

“You can live.”

"yes."

"Your life was included in the price. Your group leader sold you out for money. The price was set so that even if Gu Yang-saeng were to kill you, he wouldn't protest. How does that make you feel?"

Salsu's eyes widened in an instant.

The two grooms, listening to Danwoosung's story, briefly glanced at each other before turning back to the road ahead. One man spat on the side of the road.

Danwoo-seong laughed at Salsu.

"Eight hundred dollars for a life… What a cheap life. Why didn't you train harder? If you were good, you wouldn't have been sold for such a low price. No way. They kill people for money, so you shouldn't treat them like human beings."

Danwoo Seong clapped his hands towards Gu Yangsaeng and Salsu.

“What a wonderful life you guys. You little shits…”

Clap, clap, clap.

Salsu was washing his face with one hand and stared blankly at Gu Yangsaeng, who was sitting next to him.

Then, Gu Yang-saeng frowned and looked at Sal-su. Suddenly, Sal-su struck Gu Yang-saeng in the face with his right elbow. Gu Yang-saeng tried to block as usual, but realized his hand wasn't working properly and was struck in the face.

puck.

That was the end. Danwoo-seong was watching.

Danwoo-seong chuckled.

"Eul is beating Gap. Life is so unpredictable. Have you ever seen a hoeju?"

"doesn't exist."

“What kind of guy was he?”

The informant insider told everything he knew.

"There are rumors that he's originally rich and that he runs the Gold and Silver Murder Society as a hobby. It's a nepotistic organization with its own ranks, but we can only meet with the leader, the person directly above him. We don't even know who is above him, how many people are there, or where they are. We could use the money we earn to expand our network, but we each bear the responsibility."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“It’ll be hard to catch the whirlwind.”

"yes."

"I get it."

Dan Woo-seong returned to his quiet state and remained silent. Salsu, who had been staring blankly at his long-dead comrade, asked Dan Woo-seong a question.

“Are we going to die too?”

Danwoo Seong answered after a while.

“Why are you asking about something like that?”

Salsu had no real answer to give.

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“We have arrived.”

Meals were limited to one meal a day, horses were replaced three times, and a corpse was buried along the way.

However, the three surviving assassins and Gu Yang-saeng were unable to escape and arrived at Mo Yong-se-ga with Dan Woo-seong.

“Come in.”

Danwoo-seong emerged from the carriage and spoke to the servants and Guyangsaeng at the back. When the servants knocked on the door, the servants came out and were startled to find Guyangsaeng looking haggard.

“Your Majesty the Goyang Family!”

A man ran to inform the head of the household.

When Gu Yang-saeng arrived at the Murong family, with whom he was friendly, he felt as if he saw a ray of hope.

The arms will bend inwards······.

The three men sighed and took Gu Yang-saeng into the Murong family. Dan Woo-seong glanced around before entering the Murong family, known for its pride.

Danwoo Seong let his fellow travelers into the main hall first, then walked slowly alone to observe the Moyong family. As soon as the outsider entered, the men who had been training like a military unit stopped moving and stared blankly at Danwoo Seong.

There is a story that his ancestors were Xianbei, but now it seems like an old story, as he was no different from the martial artists of the Central Plains.

As Danwoo-seong entered the main hall, the assassins stood in the corner like sacks of barley left lying around, and Gu Yang-saeng sat on a chair as if he had come as a guest.

The killers had been wearing expressions of awe at the majesty of the Moyong family all the way here.

As people rushed out from inside the main hall, a man spoke with a surprised expression.

“No, my lord. What is this?”

Before Gu Yangsaeng could say anything, the crowd fell silent, splitting into groups and waiting quietly. Finally, Murong Bin, the head of the Murong family, stepped forward.

He was now thirty-two years old, much younger than Gu Yang-saeng, and it hadn't been long since he'd held the position of head of the household. He had a dignified appearance and a calm demeanor, and even when he received urgent news, his expression remained unchanged.

Mo Yongbin asked Gu Yangsaeng, unable to sit down.

“Senior Guyang, what’s going on? How did your hand end up like that?”

In the martial arts world, Gu Yang-saeng was the senior, but in the imperial society, Murong Bin was higher in status.

Gu Yang-saeng was about to speak with his own mouth, but he unconsciously looked at Dan Woo-seong.

Only then did Mo Yong-bin's gaze turn to Dan Woo-seong.

“I am Mo Yongbin. Nice to meet you.”

Danwoo Sung was inwardly embarrassed, but he introduced himself briefly in a calm tone.

The head of the Murong family, as far as Danwoosung knew, was not Murong Bin, but Murong Qiu, his presumed father. However, Murong Qiu was nowhere to be seen, and his son, Murong Bin, appeared to be the head of the family. Since Gu Yangsaeng had been brought in unexpectedly, it was impossible to inquire about his family circumstances in this setting.

Mo Yongbin asked.

“I need to explain how you two came to be here.”

Danwoo Seong said.

“First, let’s hear what the Guyang family leader has to say. Tell me.”

Danwoo-seong looked at Gu Yang-saeng.

Mo Yongbin grabbed Gu Yangsaeng's shoulder and looked down at his arm as he spoke.

"This needs to be treated quickly. Senior Guyang, tell me quickly. What's going on?"

Gu Yang-saeng was speechless, as if he had lost his mind. Mo Yong-bin, sensing something was wrong, looked at Dan Woo-seong.

"I think you should be the one to tell the story. Why did the Grand Duke of the Upper House personally bring Senior Guyang here?"

After Danwoo Sung briefly explained the main points of what had happened earlier, he looked at the three members of the Geum Eun-sal-su-hoe waiting.

“······These are the people hired by Gu Yang-saeng.”

As the warriors of the Murong family who had been listening to the story began to murmur, Murong Bin spoke.

“Be quiet.”

Mo Yongbin asked Gu Yangsaeng.

“Senior Guyang, is it true?”

Gu Yang-saeng lowered his head, eyes closed, as if in shock. How could he lie about his actions, and how could he seek help from the Murong clan now that it was revealed?

There was no answer unless Mo Yong-bin decided on his own to kill all the outsiders present.

Gu Yang-saeng opened his eyes and looked up at Mo Yong-bin.

"It's true. Won't you help me? I will make you the future Emperor of the Council. The entire Guyang family will support you. Please look into this matter and consider it carefully. I have come here, enduring the humiliation of asking such a favor."

Mo Yong-bin looked at Dan Woo-seong with a bewildered expression.

While listening to Gu Yang-saeng, Dan Woo-seong had a sneer on his lips.

At this point, Murong Shao, the second-in-command of the Murong family who had been listening to the story silently, spoke.

"How can we possibly help you? Things have gotten this bad. The Murim Alliance will laugh at us, Brother."

Mo Yong-bin looked at Dan Woo-seong without responding to his younger brother's words.

"What brings you here, Grand Duke of the Galaxy? Was it to inform you of the situation out of fear of repercussions?"

Danwoo Seong asked as he slowly approached Mo Yongbin.

“What would Lord Mo Yong have done? If he were in my shoes.”

Mo Yong-bin thought as he looked at the approaching Dan Woo-seong.

"If he's plotting genocide and trying to make me a public figure… then there's no other answer than killing him. However, the eyes of the Guyang family and the martial arts world remain. I would have spared Guyangsaeng's life and reported the situation to the Martial Arts Alliance and the King's Association."

Mo Yong-bin, who quickly understood the situation, responded.

"I think I would have done the same thing as you. Killing wasn't the answer."

Danwoo-seong nodded.

“Then, I guess it was worth the long journey.”

Mo Yongbin looked at Gu Yangsaeng and said.

“······Senior, why did you do that?”

Gu Yang-saeng replied with a crazy expression.

“Didn’t you laugh at me?”

“When did I ever laugh at you?”

Gu Yang-saeng shouted.

"When I heard the news of the Battle of Bimu! When I heard the rumor that you were defeated by the sons of the upper class! When the heads of the families gathered, everyone laughed! How could the sons of the three families be defeated by the sons of the upper class? I am guilty! Because of your laughter!"

Gu Yang-saeng suddenly got up and turned to the wall with his head sticking out as if he was going to commit suicide.

At this time, Mo Yong-bin suddenly appeared and grabbed Gu Yang-saeng's shoulder.

“If you do that, Mo Yong-bin will be the one to be criticized.”

After Mo Yong-bin put Gu Yang-saeng to sleep by touching his acupoints, he spoke to the Sega warriors.

“Take him and confine him. Watch him to make sure he doesn’t die. And then, Mo Yong-so.”

"yes."

Mo Yong-bin pointed to three assassins.

“Take him. Same thing. Keep an eye on him.”

"yes."

Mo Yong-so approached the three men alone, revealing a slight prayer, and nodded as he spoke.

“It’s better for both of us if you follow along in good health.”

Mo Yong-bin gestured for people to leave and spoke to Dan Woo-seong.

"Your Highness, please sit down. I apologize for my poor hospitality."

As Dan Woo-seong approached and sat down at the table, Mo Yong-bin sat across from him and stared blankly at him.

'Where on earth did this guy suddenly appear?'

Mo Yong-bin also seemed to find Dan Woo-seong strange. Mo Yong-bin said.

"Your Highness, if there's anything wrong with my handling of matters, please teach me. I can't kill Gu Yang-saeng with my own hands. If I do, I'll end up shouldering the burden you've been worrying about. However, I will handle things within the bounds of common sense. The Imperial Council shouldn't be clinging to such a person. Thank you for your hard work."

“What are you planning to do?”

Mo Yongbin sighed.

"The Murim Alliance is better at handling these matters than we are. Directing the resentment of the Guyang Family to the Murim Alliance will make things easier for the Grand Duke and me. I'll discuss this with the other clans as well. While it's certainly a blow to the Imperial Council, it's not more important than our honor."

At the word "Gaju," Danwoo-seong asked what he had been curious about.

“But that’s not an appropriate question…”

“Please speak comfortably.”

“I wonder if the previous head of the Murong Chu clan has washed his hands in a gold basin (a retirement ceremony for martial artists).”

Mo Yong-bin stared blankly at Dan Woo-seong. A strange silence flowed before Mo Yong-bin opened his mouth.

“Your Highness, is the news from Gangho delayed?”

"exactly."

"Father has been missing for over a year. It hasn't even been two years yet. There are more people living at his original home. We're still sending out people to search for him. He's living like an unfilial son."

Dan Woo-seong let out a rare, long sigh. Coincidentally, the time of his disappearance coincided with his reincarnation. This meant not only that he disappeared, but that Murong Chu had died alongside the King of Fist.

<The King, Hearing the News> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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