Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 107

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< The King of Fists, Doesn't Work on Crazy Guys >

Jeonbi-rang remained silent for a moment until her face, which had been flushed red, returned to its original color.

Danwoo Seong looked at Jeonbirang's expression and remembered yesterday's conversation.

Yesterday, the man was a man of black swordsmanship who had no regrets.

But judging by the blushing face of this traitor, he might betray again in the future. Or, as Danwoo-seong said, he might live a lonely life…

I didn't really care whether the man betrayed or not. The important thing was to bring down the Night Lord.

Danwoo Sung felt that talking to this man would be a faster way than beating up the underlings of the House Night Alliance.

Jeon Bi-rang, who had calmed down again, spoke to Dan Woo-seong.

“Come to think of it, you had a knife in your mouth. I was wondering where you put your weapon.”

Jeon Bi-rang asked as if he didn't care at all that I spoke informally to him.

“Good. What would you do if you were in my situation?”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"What should I do? I told you, I'd be lonely."

“Is that the end?”

Danwoo Seong said calmly.

"As I train, I'll kill some villains. When my skills improve, I might be able to visit the Mubongmun again someday."

One day, when he heard that he was going to visit Mubongmun again, Jeon Bi-rang was imagining himself.

It's a sad and difficult thing.

But on the other hand, if his martial arts skills had become stronger, it would have been heartbreaking. Even the Mu Bong Sect wouldn't be able to do anything about him.

Dan Woo-seong's words continued similarly to what Jeon Woo-seong was imagining.

"I'll have to go to the Mubongmun Gate and explain again why I had no choice but to kill Sa-hyeong. I'll even have to tell them that it was a mutually agreed-upon life-and-death struggle. I'll also apologize to Sa-suk, who seriously injured me."

Jeonbirang responded as if he were standing in front of the Mubong Gate.

“Oh Sa-suk and Yoo Sa-suk will try to kill me without warning.”

Danwoo Seong said.

"I have no choice but to subdue you with force. I could kill you, but I won't. I simply want you to know that this is what happened. I will convey this message. It's not that the Mu Bong Clan kicked me out, but that I am now leaving the Mu Bong Clan… No one will die, but I will feel relieved."

Jeonbirang drank alone.

Now, instead of having gloomy eyes, he had a melancholic look in his eyes.

Jeonbirang said after drinking alcohol.

"That's what I should have done. If I had, I would have felt relieved. Ultimately, this happened because I was weak. It's not easy. To bring all the masters of the Mubong Sect to their knees."

"You should speak up. This isn't about weakness, but about cowardice and weakness. Don't you understand what it means to be a guest at a night club?"

“I know.”

"What do you know? Didn't you mean that you would stand by and watch even if that guy, the Housemaid, did something worse than what that ambassador did?"

This time, I couldn't even respond to Jeonbi.

“Well, that······.”

Danwoo Seong's words stabbed my heart like a knife.

"If another Jeonbirang, who lost his beloved woman because of the House Night Alliance, appears and threatens to wipe out the entire House Night Alliance, there's no reason to spare you. Do you plan to tell him I was just a guest and then betray him again? That's out of the question."

Jeon Bi-rang felt like Dan Woo-seong wasn't just a young man, but a senior in the martial arts world. Indeed, the King of Fists was Jeon Bi-rang's senior, and her thoughts were correct.

Jeonbirang, deep in thought, poured alcohol into Danwooseong's glass without realizing it.

Jeonbirang said.

"I don't think you're interfering with the House Night Vision because you're a black sheep. You seem to have a reason. You don't seem rash, nor do you seem reckless. Please explain. I'll figure out what I can do."

Danwoo Seong replied.

"The leader of the Black Clan doesn't need to commit crimes directly. He can just command his subordinates. There are more massacres committed in the name of the House Night Alliance than you know. He's not even a freshman in the martial arts world, so why should I explain all that? Namheukdo doesn't have the ability to see the bigger picture like Jin Sohan. He's not the leader who disciplines his subordinates. He doesn't have a greater cause. It's better if he doesn't get absorbed into the Dark Clan later."

Jeonbirang asked.

“Has the magician appeared?”

It seems that it never appeared in Honam.

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"Namheukdo will just watch the fight between Mado and Baekdo and then take advantage of the situation. I have no intention of seeing that happen."

Jeonbirang was amazed.

"So you're saying you came alone to take on the entire Namheukdo Island? I thought it was a lie, but it's true. Now I know the whole story. In short, Namheukdo Island is vile, and I'm a coward."

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“No.”

"then?"

Danwoo-seong stared blankly at Jeonbi-rang.

"You should be precise about being a cowardly and weak man. You ran away and arrived at Heukdo Island, so it's not like you're running away like some kid."

Jeonbi and I burst out laughing because it was so absurd.

“Hahahaha······.”

Jeon Bi-rang, who had been laughing for a long time, said.

"You're feeling a lot of different things today. But this Jeonbirang isn't as weak a man as you think."

Danwoo-seong stood up from his seat and looked down at Jeonbi-rang, still speaking informally.

“Why is someone who can’t even stand loneliness pretending to be so strong?”

“Are you going? Let’s have a drink.”

The man who spoke rudely and the man who heard the rudely drank a glass of alcohol while glaring at each other.

Danwoo Seong said as he put down his glass.

“I’ll spare your life because of your story. You buy the alcohol.”

“Hahahahaha······. I’m going to buy it.”

Jeon Bi-rang spoke in a strange tone as he drank the remaining alcohol alone.

“You’re lucky. You even saved your life.”

As Danwoo Seong left the inn, Jeonbirang called out to him.

“By the way, how could you leave without even telling me your name? After all, we shared three or four drinks.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

"What kind of official name is Heukdo? Oh, it wasn't Heukdo, it was a traitor. Anyway······."

Jeonbirang said as he placed his glass down on the table with a clank.

"Oh, that traitor's voice is so annoying. If you're so confident, why don't you beat me to death and torture me right now? I know where the Housemaid is."

Danwoo Seong said as he walked slowly.

"No thanks. What fun would there be in beating up some poor, wounded guy? I don't have that kind of hobby."

As Danwoo-seong moved away, he spoke in a voice mixed with internal energy.

"And even if I don't go looking for him, the Housemaid will inevitably show up before me on her own. That's because she's black. It's not something you should worry about."

As Danwoosung disappeared, Jeonbirang nodded.

“That’s a black sword.”

Even if Jeonbirang didn't try, the leader of the house would eventually come looking for that man himself.

Jeonbirang muttered while drinking.

"You were beaten with words instead of a sword. Judging by the stinging pain in your chest, you've been cut here and there by the sharp words, and judging by the need for more alcohol, you seem to have taken a blow to the head, too."

Even though we didn't fight, I thought it was a complete defeat.

The traitor poured all the remaining alcohol into his mouth and then stood up.

I was thinking of going to meet the night lord.

Even Jeonbi didn't know what he was going to say.

I was thinking of organizing what I wanted to say as I went.

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“Birang, you came back alive.”

The leader of the house greeted Jeonbirang with a surprised expression.

“Yes, my lord.”

“That’s good. Just sit there.”

Jeonbirang looked at the leader of the House Night Alliance and the two guards on his left and right. He wanted to meet them privately, but even within the House Night Alliance, there were so many betrayals and plots that the leader couldn't keep the two guards away.

Jeon Bi-rang sat down on a chair that was lying there like a prisoner and looked at He Jeong-hak, the leader of the night clan and also known as the Night Emperor.

Even Jeon Bi-rang doesn't know much about Ha Jeong-hak. Other than that he's in his early forties and that he fought an internal war for two or three years to become the leader of the House Night Alliance.

There were stories of competitors being captured and fed to starving dogs.

He wasn't the type of man to express his thoughts out loud, but he was a man who treated Jeonbi-rang with respect.

Ha Jeong-hak asked.

“What did that guy say?”

Jeonbirang said.

“Shall I summarize it?”

Ha Jeong-hak shook his head.

“I’ll listen to everything, so speak slowly.”

Jeonbirang said.

“I witnessed Lee Ho-moon’s death.”

“I heard it from Danju too.”

Jeonbirang said.

"Let me be precise. The head of the Lee Ho-moon clan has been reduced to dust. His strength, by Baekdo standards, is close to that of an emperor. Perhaps even stronger than an emperor. He was even stronger than my master."

Ha Jeong-hak said without showing any sign of surprise.

“So. What do you want?”

"The Demon Lord has appeared, and if we leave the Dark Lord alone, he'll watch the White Lord and the Demon Lord fight, and then take advantage of the situation. It seems he has no intention of watching that happen, and has appeared to take on the Dark Lord alone."

Even the average Ha Jeong-hak's eyes widened.

“What kind of absurd story is that?”

Jeonbirang said.

"From what I've seen, it looks like the Mukryongdang won't budge. They seem determined to continue killing if we send troops. He said that one day, the leader will have no choice but to appear before him in person."

Ha Jeong-hak asked.

“If you rush in, do you think you can compete to some extent?”

Jeonbirang gave a vague answer to this part.

“I think I can last half an hour.”

Ha Jeong-hak asked with a blank face.

“Then, if all the guests come out, can’t we kill them?”

It meant that all the outside experts staying at the house were to come forward. Jeon Bi-rang was inwardly surprised, but his expression remained unchanged as he responded.

"Then, please give that order. I'll lead the guests out. And since we might be short, I'd like one of your guards to assist."

Ha Jeong-hak nodded.

"I'll do that. But if it fails, I'll have to step in. Just rest."

"yes."

As Jeon Bi-rang retreated, Ha Jeong-hak quietly eavesdropped on the sound of Jeon Bi-rang's footsteps moving away.

As Jeon Bi-rang moved away, a man came in and looked at Ha Jeong-hak. It was Ha Jeong-hak's younger brother, Ha Min, who was in charge of the military.

Ha Min asked cautiously.

“Your Majesty, what did Birang say?”

Ha Jeong-hak spoke in a low voice.

"I sent him to die, and now he's spouting nonsense. Keep an eye on him. He might escape. It was my choice to rely on the Night Watch, but sending him away is my choice."

Ha Min replied with a trembling expression.

“Okay. Then, will you stop linking me with the Mubonmun?”

“We have to stop.”

There were many ways to entangle them. First, Dan Woo-seong could kill Jeon Bi-rang, and then the Jibya Alliance could spread false rumors that Dan Woo-seong was disgracing the Mu Bong-mun clan. Since they already knew Jeon Bi-rang's circumstances, they could also subtly weave in the scandal surrounding Daesahyeong.

Things will get messy if you get involved with Baekdo.

This plan of the Ha Min military failed.

Ha Jeong-hak muttered.

"That's strange. Why didn't you kill them? They seemed like they'd kill me as soon as they were sent away."

I couldn't understand why Danwoo-seong didn't kill Jeonbi-rang.

Ha Jeong-hak asked Private Ha Min.

“Ha, military, isn’t there anyone else? Someone who could be linked to Baekdo.”

"Jeonbirang was the most appropriate. The rest, even if linked together, would be useless. And I've been passing the information about the Mukryongdang man's appearance to the intelligence organization, but there's been no news at all. It would be better to investigate the Murim Alliance members again."

Ha Jeong-hak asked.

“Doesn’t this incident seem like something the Murim Alliance did?”

“Yes, it’s not the Murim Alliance way. It’s a very classic way.”

Ha Jeong-hak asked.

“What is it?”

Ha Min responded like this.

"He's the strongest in the world, so anyone can come. He has no strategy or tactics, just a brute force provoking others. Even if he sends other guests, they'll likely just chat or have a drink and come back. He'll only kill the night guards, and among them, he'll only kill the high-ranking ones. That's the entire strategy."

Ha Jeong-hak opened a drawer, took out a forget-me-not, and put it in his mouth.

“The beauty trap.”

“Usually, beauty tricks don’t work on crazy people.”

Ha Jeong-hak spoke to Ha Min while blowing smoke.

"Soldier, what do you want me to do? Tell me… If I fall, you'll have nowhere to go. If my family's night vision is shaken, do you think our brothers will survive? Find a way. This bastard must die."

"All right."

<The King of Fists, Doesn't Work on Crazy Guys> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung