Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 10

< Things to Take from the King of Kwon, Dokjonghori 1 >

As Danwoo-seong entered the ordinary inn, everyone he met welcomed the Grand Duke.

The first and second floors were used as places for those who had gambled and came up to eat and drink, and the gambling hall was located in the basement. Unidentified outsiders were only allowed to use the first and second floors, but Danwoo-seong descended to the basement without being stopped by anyone.

The basement was always filled with smoke, filled with people gambling and smoking hallucinogenic herbs. Those running errands or clearing tables would bow their heads slightly whenever they saw Danwooseong.

Some people didn't even know the Grand Duke of the Galaxy had visited Anga. They just looked like they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Danwoo Seong looked around at the gamblers and headed to the room at the far end.

The fat gatekeeper standing in front of the iron gate said.

“Are you here?”

Danwoo-seong said as he looked at the man whose flesh was still rippling.

“Lose some weight.”

The gatekeeper asked back in surprise.

"yes?"

“Open the door.”

The gatekeeper tilted his head and opened the iron gate.

As Danwoo-seong entered, the gatekeeper, who had closed the heavy iron door again, turned around with a still bewildered expression.

“Did that turn?”

The reason Danwoo-seong can easily access this place is because he personally funded the initial construction costs. Whether it was loaned or stolen remains unclear, but in any case, the establishment costs were the prince's.

Besides, I often gambled here. As is often the case in casinos, I won at first, but then kept losing.

I couldn't even remember how much money I had poured into it.

However, eating and drinking on the first floor was free. That was because I was spending more than enough money to cover the bill.

In a bare room without any other furniture, there were a few desks and chairs, and at the desk, the owner of the gambling house, the poisonous fox Cheolmyeongho, was eating noodles.

Cheol Myeong-ho spoke to Dan Woo-seong, who was approaching.

“Are you here?”

The sound of people slurping the soup continued.

The heavily built Cheol Myeong-ho had once suffered a stab wound to one cheek, leaving him with a grim expression that made it difficult for ordinary people to properly look at him. Of course, the man who stabbed him was killed by Cheol Myeong-ho.

Danwoo Seong sat down on the chair in front of Cheolmyeongho and looked at the two large men sitting across from him.

They were men who settled disputes at gambling establishments or went around collecting money they'd lent. The two men spoke to Danwoo Sung in impassive tones.

“Are you here?”

“It’s been a while.”

Cheol Myeong-ho clicked his tongue and scolded his younger brothers.

"Oh, you heartless brats. My friend was sick and just came back after a while of recuperation. Show some interest in people. Ask how they're doing. You brats who only eat food."

The two men responded to Cheol Myeong-ho with stern expressions.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Dokjonghori Cheolmyeongho and Jineon Lee have been friends since childhood.

Although they were friends, Lee Jin-eon was the one who was unilaterally affected, so when they were young, they were involved in violence, and when they grew up, they were involved in money.

Cheol Myeong-ho looked at Dan Woo-seong, whose mood had become heavy, then took out a few hundred-nyang gambling slips from a drawer and placed them on the table.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been here, so have fun. Your hands must be itchy from recuperating.”

He said it as if he was being generous, but it was obvious that he would end up wasting it here anyway.

He must have been a fool for nothing. It also meant the Grand Duke had spent so much money there that the casino owner even gave him pocket money. Cheol Myeong-ho took out another real receipt, folded it over, and clapping his palms together, said.

"No. Go to Geumhwaru first. Go there and have a refreshing drink."

As Danwoo-seong stared blankly at the money, Cheolmyeong-ho smiled and said.

"It's okay. Our Grand Duke of the Galaxy, to celebrate your return, I'll give you a big shot. Um, but did anyone pull out your tongue? Why aren't you saying anything, you punk? It's so frustrating."

Danwoo Sung said, pointing to the noodles that Cheolmyeong Ho was eating with his chin.

“Give me that.”

“What? This?”

After Cheol Myeong-ho put his chopsticks in, he held out the bowl of noodles he was eating in front of Dan Woo-seong.

Dan Woo-seong ate noodles. A large amount of noodles came in one chopstick and disappeared into Dan Woo-seong's mouth. He finished the noodles in two sips, then lifted the bowl with one hand and drank the remaining broth.

Cheol Myeong-ho said with a smile.

"Haven't you eaten? Why didn't you just eat a nice meal at your place? Why did you come here and eat noodles? Anyway, you're not in your right mind."

Danwoo Seong trimmed his clothes with a groan, pushed the bowl away, and then looked blankly at the brothers Yuk Myeong-bo and Yuk Jin-bo, who were the escorts of Cheolmyeong-ho.

What should we call their identity?

It wasn't the Black Way. Fights were frequent here and there. They even went to the gambling house to collect money they'd borrowed. Those who ran away or didn't pay were beaten with clubs, breaking their limbs—a common practice. When they went out, they'd find a short club tucked into their waistband on the table, and a few more haphazardly placed on chairs.

Most people who have been hit by that club say that the most painful part is when it hits the bone.

Danwoo Seong said, still looking at his escort brothers with both eyes.

“Myungho.”

"What? Did you get scolded by your father again? Or did you run away from home? The atmosphere is strange today. You can stay for a few days. It's not anyone else's fault, so who would dislike it if you were to stay? There are plenty of empty rooms upstairs."

“I didn’t run away from home······.”

"then."

Danwoo Sung was recalling his memories and weighing whether it was right to kill Cheolmyeongho or if it would be okay to just break a few of his limbs.

Lee Jin-eon's memory was the evidence, and Dan Woo-seong was examining the evidence and making a judgment.

Danwoo Seong said, having made up his mind.

“Myungho, give me the key.”

“What key?”

Danwoo-seong said with a soft sigh.

“What kind of key is it? It’s a safe key.”

Cheol Myeong-ho tilted his head and muttered while looking at his escorts.

"Safe key? What do you mean? Oh, you want the safe key? You want money?"

Cheol Myeong-ho blinked with his mouth half open.

'Is this crazy?'

When the guy he had been hitting since he was young told him to take out the safe key, Cheol Myeong-ho didn't understand.

Cheol Myeong-ho asked with a puzzled expression.

“Why the safe key?”

Danwoo Sung explained.

"I'll just take the money and go. I think I invested a few thousand nyang here, but considering the return on investment, interest, and the blatant ripoffs from the outside players, it's probably around a hundred thousand nyang. I'm also counting the amount I got hit by you. The medicine cost quite a bit."

Cheol Myeong-ho spoke in a subdued tone.

"Ugh, you crazy bastard. There are hundreds of thousands of nyang in the safe. Is it just money? There are also jewels, gold, and silver. But that's all you have to give me. And how does a few thousand nyang turn into a hundred thousand? If you need money, just ask for it. Wouldn't I lend you money? And if I did, would I send my kids to harass you like the other guys?"

Cheol Myeong-ho's voice grew louder as he climbed the hill.

“You know you pay it back well. You have to ask you to ask you to get a good time and come in and ask for the key? Did you go half the head?

At the end, he shouted almost as if he was cursing, and the gatekeeper popped his head out with a clank.

“Brother, what’s wrong?”

Cheol Myeong-ho said to the gatekeeper.

“Close.”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

The gatekeeper closed the iron gate, thinking that the Grand Duke of the Galaxy would be stripped of his power again after a long time.

Cheol Myeong-ho said.

“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you want to live?”

The escort brother sitting across from Danwoo-seong stood up as if to set the mood.

Yuk Myung-bo and Yuk Jin-bo, nicknamed "Ssangbo" (雙報), were fierce fighters who could defeat a group of ten or more men with their fists. Each of them was stronger than Cheol Myung-ho, but they were somewhat naive and always followed Cheol Myung-ho's orders, who fed and sheltered them.

Lee Jin-eon couldn't understand them at all, but Dan Woo-seong could roughly understand what kind of people they were.

They had never lived a normal life, and their way of thinking was, to put it mildly, naive, or, to put it bluntly, somewhat unsophisticated. Simply put, they were completely devoid of any sense of "calculation."

Cheol Myeong-ho made a nervous expression and spoke to the Ssangbo brothers.

“Hey, put this kid on the floor. He’s losing his temper and… he needs to get hit to come to his senses.”

"yes."

The twin brothers approached, both of them holding Dan Woo-sung's shoulders with their large hands. Since Dan Woo-sung didn't react, their movements weren't particularly rough. They were planning to quickly lift him up and force him to his knees.

Danwoo Seong grabbed the wrists of the Ssangbo brothers.

The twin brothers' eyes widened as their wrists were grabbed tightly with a loud crack. The force was tremendous.

Dan Woo-seong grabbed Yuk Jin-bo's arm, which he was holding with his right hand, and kicked him in the stomach. With a thud, Yuk Jin-bo flew towards the wall and crashed into it. This time, Dan Woo-seong, who had already pulled Yuk Myung-bo back, struck him in the jaw with his right fist.

puck!

Yuk Myung-bo's large body rose into the air and then crashed to the ground.

thud!

Then, Yuk Myung-bo and Yuk Jin-bo frowned and struggled to get up from the floor.

Danwoo Sung had no intention of killing these two men. Even so, despite being punched and kicked and sent flying through the air, he showed no fear. This was proof of his experience in many rough fights.

Cheol Myeong-ho was speechless.

“Wow, you are the twin brothers······.”

I was even more surprised because I had never seen anyone treat the twin brothers like this.

When Yuk Myung-bo raised his upper body, Dan Woo-seong's knee flew into his face and hit him.

With a bang, Yuk Myung-bo fainted.

Dan Woo-seong then walked towards Yuk Jin-bo, who had risen from the wall, and caught Yuk Jin-bo's simple punch with both hands, then floated into the air and wrapped both feet around Yuk Jin-bo's arms, twisting them right away.

Wood thud!

Yuk Jin-bo's arm turned completely in one direction, and then Dan Woo-seong used his thigh as a lever to bend it in the opposite direction, and a snapping sound was heard from his arm.

Yuk Jin-bo frowned.

Danwoo Seong said as he released his arm.

"Ssangbo, I'm letting you off easy, so stay still. If you attack any more, I'll have no choice but to kill you."

Yuk Myung-bo, who had been struck with a knee, was unconscious, and Yuk Jin-bo was trying to fix the broken arm bone with sweat pouring down his face.

In some ways, they were even more vicious than Cheolmyeongho. Their innate brute strength and physical superiority gave them defensive abilities that seemed to possess self-defense techniques, even though they hadn't even practiced martial arts.

Danwoo Seong approached Cheol Myeong-ho, grasping the short club lying on the chair in his right hand. This club was perfect for striking bones.

“Myungho, why is that quick-witted guy like that?”

Cheol Myeong-ho answered while holding the straight sword that was placed under the table.

“Hey, this is annoying.”

The moment Cheolmyeongho got up, Danwooseong threw a short club as if he were wielding a dagger.

Whack! Whack!

As the short club hit Cheol Myeong-ho's face and flew away, Cheol Myeong-ho covered his face with one hand.

“Ugh!”

< Things to take from the King of Kwon, Dokjonghori 1 > End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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