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295 Can you afford my interest?
Those were the words that Joo-yang hated hearing the most.
On the topic of putting up the King of Hell.
This is what people usually say when they look down on themselves.
But even if everyone in the world says that, there is one person who should not say that. That person is the one who came to borrow the King of Hell’s House.
“If you have mine, call me.”
The sword dance provoked him once more.
At this moment, Geommu-geuk read Joo-yang’s emotions. This was the emotion revealed in his eyes and expression.
If you really want to, just do it!
There is definitely a corner of the Demonic Cult that believes in it. Is it the Gangseojidanju? Or another Mine? Tell me! Who do you believe in?
However, Joo-yang, who had been dealing with all kinds of debtors for a long time, was not easy.
He had a firm belief in bullying his opponents.
The leader of the Demonic Cult? What good would it do to bring in swordsmen and beat up someone who spouts out such nonsense? It is not violence or threats that will send these swindlers to hell. It is the stifling reality that they have to work their whole lives to pay their debts, and that they have no choice but to work.
“You have a father who is a demon cult leader, so you can be so bold.”
It was a sarcastic remark, but Geommugeuk took it to heart.
“Your courage to go find our father is even more impressive.”
“Are you really going to insist until the end that you are the son of the Demon Lord?”
“That’s right. I am the leader of the Demonic Cult. I told you clearly, so don’t say anything nonsense later. How could you believe that? Would you believe it? I will tell you clearly. If it were me, I would believe it. Because my life is precious.”
Of course, Joo-yang didn’t believe it. He had already received the message from the investigator and had come to visit today. This guy was the most shameless of all time, pretending to be the leader of the Demonic Cult.
“Good, our little sect leader.”
“I finally believe it.”
“Starting tomorrow, I will send someone to collect the interest every day.”
“Every day? Wasn’t it supposed to be once a month?”
“The rules have changed.”
From tomorrow, this annoying guy’s life will change from shameless to harsh.
“Is it okay to change it so carelessly?”
“It’s written on the loan certificate. We can change the method of collecting interest at will.”
Geommugeuk shook his head after checking the phrase written in small print on the loan certificate.
“You lent money to an ant? That’s really too much.”
“We’re doing it according to the established law. You should have read it carefully and signed it.”
The toxic provisions are really hidden in a really amazing way. This is how they suck the backs of people who don’t have money.
“You are a religious leader in name only. If you put your mind to it, wouldn’t you be able to pay this amount of money back in no time?”
“Can you really afford my interest?”
Then Joo-yang smiled and asked back, as if asking what that meant.
“Have you ever seen someone who hates money?”
* * *
The next day, while Geommugeuk was eating at the inn, a fierce-looking man approached him with brisk strides and immediately held out his hand.
“I came to collect the interest.”
When I looked up, I saw that it was the same guy who had taken money from Byunjung earlier. The guy who had beaten Byunjung in front of his wife and children, and even pointed a knife at the child’s neck.
Among the customers who were eating around him, a few put down their chopsticks, paid quietly, and left. The rest of the people looked away without making eye contact. Just by looking at this, I could tell what this guy usually does.
“My nickname is Mad Dog. Then you know what to do from now on. If I walk from afar, take out the interest in advance. Got it?”
This mad dog, who knew how to harass people and enjoyed harassing people, was a misfortune given to him by Joo-yang.
Geommugeuk looked up at him and asked.
“But aren’t you scared when your opponent is a swordsman like this?”
The mad dog may have been wielding a sword, but he was not a warrior with internal energy.
“Why? You’re going to pull out that sword and kill me just because I’m an unmanned unit? Kill me! Then you and your family will be finished that day. Do you think our organization will let you live? We’ll start by tearing your family apart.”
Geommugeuk said with a smile, despite his intention to scare her.
“Then I can’t even start.”
The mad dog’s expression hardened. Then his face really looked like that of a ferocious dog.
“They say he’s a guy with a delusional belief that he’s the leader of a demonic cult. I guess it’s true.”
The mad dog threw the bowl of food that Geommu-geuk was eating on the floor, breaking it. There was a sense of crisis that a fight was about to break out.
The innkeeper and the shopkeepers who had been watching made pitiful expressions. They knew better than anyone that no matter how kind and honest a person was, once they got involved with the power plant, they would never be able to return to their original lives.
And why on earth was a mad dog in charge? That mad dog was so violent that there wasn’t a single person in the town who hadn’t been beaten by him.
“Little Master. What are you going to do now?”
“What should I do? I broke the leader’s rice bowl, so I should be punished. Now, if I send the signal, the demons will appear outside.”
At the word Amazon, not only the mad dog but also everyone in the guest house flinched. There was a primal fear that came from the word Amazon.
“No, look over there.”
The mad dog also looked in the direction where the sword dance was headed. The guests at the inn also looked in that direction.
“One, two… … .”
The swordsman tried to send a signal by counting numbers. Then the mad dog became nervous for a moment. Surely he wouldn’t really show up?
At that moment, there was a sense of tension as if someone might appear.
“three!”
But no one showed up. Everyone’s eyes were turned towards the sword dance.
“Do you believe that? The noble demons would come to deal with the likes of you?”
The relaxed mad dog was dumbfounded. He was furious at the fact that he had been tense for even a moment. Just as he was about to swear, Geommu-geuk took money out of his pocket.
“Okay, here it is!”
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The mad dog’s anger subsided at the polite attitude. However, for some reason, he felt like he was being manipulated by the other person.
You little shit, you got me.
“You should have done that a long time ago. That little bastard doesn’t know how scared he is of money.”
The swordsman dropped the coin into his palm.
I thought the coin was falling lightly.
Phew.
Bam!
The moment the coin landed on his palm, it was too heavy for him to bear. The coin crushed his hand and fell to the ground.
“Eww!”
The impact shattered and crushed the bones in the mad dog’s hand.
He tried to lift the coin with his other hand and move it away, but it wouldn’t budge.
“It hurts, it hurts! Someone help me get this out of here! Aaaah!”
My hands were so sore. The weight was getting heavier and heavier, and I felt like a hole was going to burst in my palm.
“There’s still interest left. Give me the other hand.”
The mad dog looked up at Geommu-geuk while lying face down. At that moment, he knew. The coin couldn’t be this heavy, so Geommu-geuk must have used some trick.
The mad dog spoke in a trembling voice.
“Please save me.”
The dog that was so fierce just a moment ago has now become a puppy that looks like it might shed tears at any moment.
“No! If you don’t pay me the interest, I’ll go find my father. Take it.”
The mad dog tried to run away, but his body was unable to move because of the hand holding the coin.
An unknown force forced his other hand forward.
“Eeeeeee! Please save me!”
“What are you talking about? You’re telling me to collect interest.”
He gently placed a coin in his other hand.
Whoaaaaah!
Bam!
This time, too, the hand fell to the floor, unable to support the weight of the coin. A louder scream burst from the mad dog’s mouth.
The mad dog fell flat on his face with both palms pressed to the ground as if bowing. Those who were watching looked at each other. An unconcealed joy flashed across their faces. He really was a guy who had gone too far.
“Ugh, ugh. It hurts so much.”
The sword dance drank to the sound of his screams.
“Yeah, you should know that money is scary.”
* * *
When Juyang heard the news, he rushed to the inn with his swordsmen.
I expected that he wouldn’t pay me back the money, but I didn’t know that he would start making a fuss about the first interest.
“If you come all this way just to get two coins, aren’t you in the red?”
Joo Yang, pretending not to hear Geommu Geuk’s words, kicked the mad dog that had fallen to the floor and lost consciousness, waking it up.
“What are you doing?”
When he came to, the coin in his palm had become lighter.
“Ugh, my hands hurt so much.”
Joo-yang examined the mad dog’s hands. The bones in both hands were crushed, and he could no longer live normally.
“Please treat my hands first.”
“You’re wrong. You’ll have to live your whole life as a cripple.”
Then the mad dog screamed.
Joo-yang slapped the mad dog on the cheek without mercy.
“Wake up! What the hell happened to you? Did you get stoned? Or trampled on?”
“That coin was so heavy I couldn’t lift it.”
“What are you talking about? Did you dream it?”
If it had just been beaten, then I wouldn’t understand, but I couldn’t understand at all what they meant by the coin becoming heavier.
Jooyang glared at the sword dance.
“What kind of tricks did you use?”
“What are you talking about? I gave it to you because you came to collect interest. Then you started rolling around on the floor by yourself and making a fuss saying it hurt.”
There, the sword dance went a step further.
“You guys, do you also use blackmail? Are you trying to extort money like this? How much will you raise the price from 100 nyang this time?”
Joo-yang calmly asked the innkeeper and Jeom-so-yi what had happened. Then they did exactly as Geommu-geuk had said.
“When I gave him a coin, he rolled around on the floor and said it hurt.”
It wasn’t just one or two people who saw that sight.
Joo-yang could tell that Geommu-geuk had done something with the coins. It was the first time in his life that he had heard of coins becoming so heavy that they made it impossible to move.
“Do you know who we are and why you’re doing this?”
As Joo-yang raised his voice, Geommu-geuk imitated him.
“Then do you know who I am?”
But soon he said playfully.
“Oh, you know? The leader of the Demonic Cult.”
Joo-yang’s impression hardened. I thought he was a crazy person with delusions.
‘This guy has a way with something, doesn’t he?’
As the swordsmen were trying to take the mad dog out, the swordsman picked it up from the ground.
“I have to take the interest.”
The swordsman returned the two coins that the mad dog had dropped.
Joo-yang didn’t dare to extend his hand because he had heard something.
“That’s the interest you like so much. You’re not going to accept it?”
There were many eyes watching around. If things continued like this, the reputation of the Tongjeonso would fall significantly. In particular, the head of the Tongjeonso was someone who thought that if he made a fool of the debtor, this business would be over. It was obvious that he would be struck by lightning.
Joo-yang nodded to the swordsman next to him. The person pointed out stepped forward with a trembling expression.
“Okay, here goes Izaya!”
At the very moment when Geommugeuk dropped the coin.
Whoaaaaah!
Bam!
His hand also hit the floor, this time unable to support the weight of the coin.
“Eww!”
The swordsman screamed in pain as his bones were crushed. The other swordsman rushed in and tried to lift the coin. But the coin would not budge.
When Zhou Yang saw this with his own eyes, he was shocked. It was the first time in his life that he had seen such a sight. It was not a simple trick.
‘You were a master!’
The swordsmen drew their swords all at once. They did so not to avenge their comrades, but rather reflexively out of fear.
Joo-yang raised his hand to stop them. The opponent was such a skilled swordsman, there was no way the swordsmen of the Tongjeonso could handle him.
The swordsman handed him the remaining coins.
“If you came to collect interest, you should receive the money. Why are you drawing your sword?”
Joo-yang asked with a trembling voice.
“What is your purpose in approaching us?”
There is no way such a master would have borrowed money from them without ten nyang.
“What purpose? I just borrowed money because I needed it. You were the one who increased the amount to a hundred nyang, and you were the one who said you would collect interest every day. If you hadn’t changed the rules, we wouldn’t have met today.”
Joo-yang couldn’t refute it. It was clearly he who had created this situation.
“Here, take your interest.”
The swordsman held out the remaining coins.
The knife-wielder who had previously received the coin was screaming that he would die with his hands on the floor, so no one dared step forward and take the money.
Joo-yang looked around at the swordsmen, but no one stepped forward. They all avoided his gaze.
Joo-yang eventually passed the burden to the swordsman who was screaming and falling.
“That person has agreed to receive it, so give it to him.”
“Let’s do that.”
The sword dance walked briskly.
“Eww! Please! No!”
The coin fell and the other hand was crushed. He screamed and fainted. Everyone was terrified by his unhesitating and ruthless appearance.
“How would you, who walk around with knives and extort money, know that the money you earn from working is this heavy?”
Joo-yang had a gut feeling that if something went wrong, it was seriously wrong.
But that wasn’t the end. Geommugeuk lifted the coin that was in his palm.
“They say no one hates money, so why don’t you want to accept it?”
Geommugeuk again held out a coin in front of Juyang.
“I have to collect the interest.”
The moment his eyes met with Geommu-geuk’s, Joo-yang felt goosebumps all over his body. He had dealt with all sorts of guys before, but this was the first time he had felt this scared.
“Give me your hand.”
The attitude of the sword dance has completely changed from before.
Zhou Yang could not dare to disobey. The fear that he would die if he refused dominated him.
The hand that Juyang extended forward trembled.
The coin fell into Joo-yang’s hand. Joo-yang closed his eyes tightly, but fortunately, it was not heavy this time.
Joo-yang opened his eyes and spoke urgently.
“I won’t receive any interest or even the principal. Let’s consider it all paid.”
As he turned around in a hurry, Geommugeuk spoke coldly behind him.
“As anyone may wish.”
When Joo-yang turned around, Geommu-geuk placed two new coins on the table.
“Come tomorrow to collect your interest. If you don’t come, I’ll come looking for you.”