Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 102

<The King of Power, Let's Have a Candid Conversation>

Danwoo-seong, who was looking up at the signboard of Mukryongdang, spoke to Jeongchan.

"Guide me. I'll think about your life after we're done here."

"All right."

Jeongchan knocked on the door, half in doubt. He wondered if two young men and women could possibly destroy the Mukryongbang.

With a creaking sound, a palm-sized space opened, and a man with only his eyes open asked Jeongchan.

“Why are you back so early? Are you done collecting the money?”

“No. I stopped collecting the money.”

"why?"

Jeongchan replied, stepping aside slightly.

“There’s a problem. I brought the people who came to see the lord.”

His eyes moved and he glared at Danwoo-seong and Baekyak, who were standing next to Jeongchan. The man asked.

“Two people?”

"yes."

The man asked Danwoo Sung.

“Where are you from?”

As the conversation dragged on, Danwoo-seong kicked the fairly large front door open with his foot.

Kwaaaaang!

Jeongchan was startled and stepped aside.

The lock that had been firmly locked at the front door flew off in an instant, and the entire door was ripped open and smashed to pieces. The man standing behind it also fell to the ground, six or seven times, before fainting.

Jeongchan's mouth fell open.

'Oh, this is fucked up.'

Danwoo-seong said to Jeongchan as he entered the Mukryongbang with Baekyak.

"You're not good at anything. You only know how to beat up a store owner. You piece of trash."

Baekyak passed by the cotton mill, glaring at Jeongchan without saying a word, but Jeongchan was more offended by that look in his eyes than by Danwooseong's harsh words.

'Shit.'

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“I was collecting the bribe and got hit a few times before I had to bring him here.”

At Jeongchan's words, sighs and curses were heard here and there. Someone even criticized Jeongchan with the same words Danwooseong had uttered.

“That retard really can’t do anything right.”

Regardless, Danwoo-seong sat on a chair provided in the main office of the Mukryongdang, while Baekyak, carrying a backpack on his back, looked around. The man who had tried to stop them on their way to the main office was still lying in the outdoor training ground, unable to wake up.

The number of black monks belonging to the Mukryongdang gradually increased, and they entered the main hall. Someone asked.

“What about the ark?”

“He will be out soon.”

The men looked at Danwoo Sung and Baekyak.

Then, the members of the Mukryong Party each took out a sword from their waists and began to harass each other, either by looking at the blade or by stabbing each other in a threatening manner.

A man said to his men.

“Be quiet, you crazy kids.”

"yes."

Danwoo-seong looked around at the crowd. Like Jeongchan, there were many young people. It felt like he was gathering the neighborhood youth and using them as shields.

Danwoo Seong said while looking at the people.

“What is the master doing?”

A man replied.

“Why are you speaking informally?”

Danwoo Sung looked around at the members of the Mukryong Party with a sour expression. They all seemed ready to attack with swords at the mere sight of the party leader. Perhaps because they had experienced this often, few of them showed any fear.

Danwoo Seong, who was feeling offended, spoke without making any threats.

“Get on your knees.”

As Danwoo-seong spoke, laughter erupted here and there.

“Hahahaha······.”

Then, Jeongchan, who had been quietly waiting in a corner, knelt down alone. As soon as Jeongchan knelt, the man next to him hit him on the head and began kicking him.

“You crazy kid. You crazy bastard. Are you out of your mind?”

Mulberry······!

Where does this random rumor come from?

People turned their heads toward the strange sound. It was the sound of Baekyak pulling the ice cube out of his mouth.

Baekyak said to Danwooseong.

“Brother······.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"huh"

Baekyak asked.

“Kill them all?”

"yet."

If Baekyak comes out, all of them will die. Danwooseong planned to at least meet with the head of the family before making a decision.

Baekyak replied briefly.

"yes."

Then he threw the leftover sugar at a man.

Whaaeng!

The direction the iceberg was flying towards was the man who had been trampling on Jeongchan with his feet.

Taang!

The man who had been hit in the forehead with a ball of ice spun around in the air for a half-turn before falling to the ground with a loud thud.

Baekyak approached the unconscious man and glared at him with his eyes downcast.

Is there a man in the world who faints after being hit by a sledgehammer? When that actually happened, the hall suddenly fell silent.

Baekyak's actions were effective.

Only then did Ho Tae-jun, the head of the Mukryong clan, walk out into the main hall.

He was a man in his thirties with a peculiar appearance. Most leaders of small black clans were in their thirties, with the occasional one in their twenties. This was because most died young, often from swordsmanship. Therefore, in the black clans, the larger the organization, the older its leaders tended to be. If a large organization had a young leader, there was only one reason.

It means a person of ability.

Anyway, this Ho Tae-jun had a unique impression with his smiling face, squinted eyes, and long hair parted in the middle.

Anyone who saw him would have guessed that he had a cruel personality, so he didn't have a very favorable impression.

Ho Tae-jun sat down across from Dan Woo-seong and opened his mouth in a unique way.

“What’s going on? Who are you to be creating such a mood?”

Danwoo Sung looked at Ho Taejun.

Ho Tae-jun asked Dan Woo-seong.

“Have you read my face? What’s wrong?”

Danwoo Seong brought luck.

“Ho Dangju, please use your method to guide me to the house of the night.”

“Guide.”

“Stop collecting bribes now.”

“Stop… why me? Isn’t this explanation too vague?”

Danwoo Seong said, pointing to the gathered Black Dragon Party members with his finger.

"You scumbags, you're on your own. Make them work or send them to another area. If you do as I say, no one will die."

Ho Tae-jun replied with the smile wiped from his face.

“Are you some kind of genius? If that’s the case, think about it.”

Ho Tae-jun looked at his subordinates.

It was a moment that should have erupted in laughter, but no one was laughing. Finally, I looked to a corner and saw one of my subordinates collapsed.

"hmm."

Ho Tae-jun smiled bitterly, then abruptly reached out to Dan Woo-seong's face. As soon as he reached out, a dagger protruded from his sleeve and was clutched in Ho Tae-jun's hand.

But the dagger stopped in front of Danwoo Sung's face.

chin!

As Dan Woo-seong gripped Ho Tae-jun's wrist, the dagger fell. Dan Woo-seong snatched it up and plunged it into Ho Tae-jun's hand.

Phew!

The dagger that pierced the back of Ho Tae-jun's hand clattered onto the table.

Ho Tae-jun's reaction was amazing.

Without even groaning, Ho Tae-jun stared at Dan Woo-seong and said this.

“Ah, you’re a master. I understand. Now let’s talk.”

When Danwoo Sung let go of his arm, Ho Taejun stared blankly at the back of his hand and muttered.

“It hurts. Can I pull it out?”

Ho Tae-jun watched Dan Woo-seong's expression, then pulled out his dagger, stood up, took a bandage from a drawer on the wall, and wrapped it tightly without saying a word.

Ho Tae-jun took a moment to gather his thoughts, sighing. As he stared at the wall alone, his facial expression finally distorted. Not only Dan Woo-seong, but even the woman wearing the cotton swab was a rare sight.

'These fucking bastards······.'

No matter how much he racked his brain in the short time, he couldn't come up with a good solution. Ho Tae-jun, determined to cooperate, turned around.

His expression had returned to a calm state.

Ho Tae-jun said.

"We can contact them, but they say either the Mukryong Party will swallow Cheongyi Party, or Cheongyi Party will completely destroy Cheongyi Party. They told us to contact them when there's only one black leader left in this region. If you try to meet before then, they'll kill you all. And only the Cheongyi Party leader and I know this. That's just how the Cheongyi Party operates. They say our forces are too small to even join us. That's why I was planning to strike Cheongyi Party, no matter what. Actually, I was planning to strike tonight or tomorrow…"

Ho Tae-jun looked at his hand. He wouldn't be able to hold a sword with his right hand for a while.

“So that’s how it turned out.”

He was a man who could speak clearly even though he must have been in tremendous pain.

A venom slowly began to form in Ho Tae-jun's eyes.

Judging by his personality, he was a strong man who could easily survive as the leader of a small black wave sect.

At that moment, a commotion erupted outside, and the sound of a considerable crowd rushing in could be heard. There was a commotion, screams erupted, and then someone kicked open the main hall door and burst in.

The leader of the group called the Mukryongdangju friendly, as if he was in a good mood.

“Hey, Ho Tae-jun······.”

Ho Tae-jun burst into laughter as soon as he saw the head of the Cheongui Party who had suddenly appeared.

“Hahahahaha······. Do Jin-gwang, are you here? Welcome. Welcome. There are times when I’m glad to see you.”

Do Jin-gwang, the leader of the Cheongui Party, arrived with his men and glared at the main hall, his weapon in hand. It was a surprise attack at an odd moment. From Do Jin-gwang's perspective, he needed to subdue the Mukryong Party before he could enter the House Night Alliance.

Ho Tae-jun greeted Do Jin-kwang, who was supposed to kill each other, in a friendly tone.

“Sit down, you little fella.”

Rather than being in a shitty situation by himself, it seemed better for Do Jin-kwang to become a cripple along with him.

Do Jin-kwang's wit was no less than Ho Tae-jun's.

Do Jin-kwang checked the bandage wrapped around Ho Tae-jun's hand and then asked Dan Woo-seong.

“Who are you?”

Ho Tae-jun explained, pointing to his rival with his chin.

"This is Do Jin-gwang, the head of the Cheongui Party. I've come of my own accord. The two of us will cooperate, so let's sit down and have some tea and talk. May I send my subordinates away? It's a bit hectic."

As always, Ho Tae-jun took the initiative and continued to lead the atmosphere even though his hand was pierced.

Danwoo Seong and Baekyak remained silent.

The reason they can be relaxed is because the two of them have not even shown a tenth of their strength.

Ho Tae-jun said, waving his hand.

“First, everyone leave the Mukryongdang. Everyone.”

As Mukryongdang left without saying anything, Dojin Gwang spoke to his subordinates.

“You guys wait here.”

"yes."

There was no reason to send the men away, as it could have been a trick.

As Do Jin-kwang sat down next to Ho Tae-jun, Baek Yak also sat down next to Dan Woo-seong without saying a word.

For a moment, the two camps, divided by Lee Dae-i, looked at each other.

Ho Tae-jun explained while pointing to the two people with his hand.

"You're the masters who want to try something with the House Night Blind. Lord Do, I intend to cooperate. Since my hand is so crippled, I have no choice."

Ho Tae-jun waved his bandaged hand back and forth toward Do Jin-kwang. He still maintained an air of composure.

Baekyak, who had been watching the scene, looked at Danwooseong. Baekyak lifted Danwooseong's arm from the table as if he had noticed something on it.

Then Baekyak looked at Ho Taejun and Do Jinkwang, who were placing their arms on the table.

Baekyak injected cold air into his fingers and struck the table.

Taang! Toodoodoodoodoodoodooduk!

The table's surface turned white, and in an instant, a cold blast spread out, freezing Ho Tae-jun and Do Jin-gwang's arms and then reaching their necks. The two men were startled to the point of shock, then looked at Baek-yak with pale expressions. Baek-yak couldn't control his strength.

If it had been like that, the two people would have frozen to death along with the table.

As Cheong Ui-dang tried to move, Dan Woo-seong turned his head slightly and looked.

The Blue House stopped dead in its tracks.

Dan Woo-seong said to Ho Tae-jun.

“Mukryongdangju, you’re so relaxed. Even if you were to let me live, I’d still be like this. Is this really the Black Sword?”

The two men were mumbling, trying to say something, when with a "crack" they parted their lips, which had been stuck to the cold. Meanwhile, their lips, still stuck to the cold, were torn, and red blood was seeping out.

Danwoo Sung raised his finger and slammed it against the table, much like Baekyak had done. This time, a surge of extreme positive energy, accompanied by thunder, disintegrated the white cold air covering the table, then surged through Ho Taejun and Do Jin-gwang's bodies.

“Kwaaaaaaaah!”

“Khuhaat!”

The two men screamed and shook their entire bodies, then fell backwards along with the chair.

Danwoo Seong said to Baekyak.

"Maybe it's because he's a black sheep, but he doesn't communicate well. He's also very showy. It's all because of his true nature."

When Danwoo-seong spoke like a man with a bitter aftertaste, Baekyak nodded.

“That’s what I mean.”

Danwoo Seong said.

“Still, this is right.”

If he killed every black thief he encountered and didn't attempt to talk to them, Danwoo Sung and Baekyak would be on the same level as Madou and Jipyameng. Of course, he planned to kill all those who had accumulated a lot of evil deeds on the spot. So, how long would Ho Taejun and Do Jinkwang survive?

No one knew yet whether it was true or not.

Since Danwoo Sung had also adjusted his strength, the two people who had been resisting by raising their internal energy stood up bravely, their whole bodies trembling.

<The King of Power, Let's Have a Candid Conversation> End