Reincarnation of the Fist King Chapter 32

< The King of Fists Enters the Tower >

“I missed the Cheolmyeongho.”

As a man reported at the door, instead of a response, a woman's moan was heard from inside. The man reporting narrowed his eyes and spoke briefly.

“······I will come back again.”

As the man turned around, the leader of the Red Army Alliance spoke from inside.

“Come in and talk.”

The voice coming from inside the room was truly deep. The man replied.

“Yes, then I will go in.”

After speaking, the man waited for a moment, then opened the door and went in. He immediately knelt down and fixed his gaze on the ground.

The voice of the man who was rolling around with the gisaeng was heard.

“Tell me. Why did you miss it?”

Is he a person with feelings or not?

It was a voice that contained no emotion even while rolling around with a courtesan.

The man reporting answered, looking at the creaking bottom of the bedding.

"I almost caught them all, but Dokjonghori's friend stopped me. One of them attacked me and fainted, and he hasn't woken up yet. I'll write down his appearance and…"

The situation unfolding on the bed intensified, and the woman suddenly let out a sound closer to a scream than a moan. It was a situation so intense that I wondered if she would be killed by her enemy. The man reporting the situation paused for a moment, his expression growing indignant.

The enemy replied.

“What about writing it down?”

“I asked around and found out that he was the Grand Duke of the Galaxy.”

“Are you going around getting beaten by the Grand Duke?”

As the courtesan's screams grew louder, the man responded with his eyes closed.

“I’m sorry. The kids say that your martial arts skills are very strong······.”

A wooden pillow flew at him and hit his head. With a thud, the man grabbed his forehead.

"sorry."

When the man looked at his hand in a situation where he couldn't do anything, he saw that his forehead was covered in blood, as if it had been torn.

The enemy said.

“Didn’t you say that if you were in the Galaxy, you would pay tribute to Guyangse?”

“Yes, I know that too.”

"Ask Gwangpyo the details and have the kids stand by. Whether the Guyangs protect him or not, that Grand Duke must be killed. Find Cheolmyeongho too."

"All right."

The man left the room, staunching the bleeding with his hand. A year ago, he was a top-three figure in the Heukdobangpa, but now he was being treated like this.

Now everything has revolved around the enemy.

Jeok-ye lost his parents to the owner of Yukwansanjang when he was young, and after disappearing for about ten years, he returned and destroyed Yukwansanjang.

Afterwards, the leaders and second-in-commands of Jangsanpa, Nopyobang, Jioryongbang, and Hongrakbo were brutally killed by Jeokye. They held no grudge.

I was just annoyed by the expansion of the enemy's power.

There were only rumors that he had become a disciple of the Sapa master, but in reality he had treated his opponents cruelly.

Most of them preferred to tear their opponents apart with both arms.

Afterwards, he paid tribute not only to Sangdan, Pyo-guk, and Jeonjang, which were located in the bustling Yukwan district, but also to Giru, Gaek-jan, and the auction house secretly run by Cheol-myeong-ho.

The man knew that the Red Star faction would not stop expanding once it had taken control of the entire downtown area. The Red Star faction's name was becoming increasingly well-known even in the Black Sea region.

However, the Galaxy Merchant Group was not a group that did business in a single downtown area, but a large merchant group that traveled across several castles, so they could not invade without warning.

The man went to find Gwangpyo, the third-ranking member of the Nopyobang.

“His Majesty is curious about the Galaxy Shangdan and the Guyang Family.”

As Gwangpyo got up, the man tapped his palm as if to warn him to be careful.

“You’re doing this with a gisaeng. Tell me.”

Gwangpyo looked at the man's forehead and spoke in a cold tone.

"The Galactic Upper Citadel is now a no-man's-land. Just hit it. The Galactic Upper Citadel has been mentioned several times already."

“Did the Guyangse family fall?”

“It’s definitely gone.”

“I heard it from someone.”

“There’s a guy named Seong Gi-chan who plays with kids in Yangwha-geori, and he knows all about it.”

The man who had been hit by Danwoo Sung on the street the other day was Sungki Chan. Gwangpyo said.

“You can gather them and hit them, but you have to go to the meeting anyway.”

"why?"

"There's already a rumor going around that he's the strongest man in the Yangwha area. I didn't know he was Dokjongho-ri's friend. Who would've thought that just capturing Dokjongho-ri would become such a big deal?"

“Why is the Lord so obsessed with Dokjonghori?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

"I don't know."

“I guess there’s something in common between strong men because I’m strong myself.”

Even Jeok-ye, the man who had just returned after ten years in hiding seeking revenge, knew better than anyone that a man like Dokjongho-ri was terrifying. There was absolutely no reason to spare someone of his ilk.

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He barely managed to stop Dokjongho once.

The Galaxy Group, which had caught the attention of the Red Alliance, was going about its daily life as usual.

Upon returning, Dan Woo-seong left all miscellaneous tasks to General Lee Hwa-eon and focused on training. The next day, while teaching the Ssangbo brothers until evening, he suddenly remembered Dokjongho-ri.

If it was Dokjonghori's personality, he would be holed up somewhere right now, swinging his umbrella around until his arms went numb.

A hundred thousand times is no easy feat. The weight of a wooden umbrella was nothing compared to that of a wooden sword.

That's why Danwoo Sung very naturally thought of the Jeokye Alliance.

“I’m going to go get a drink.”

Yuk Jin-bo asked Dan Woo-seong's words.

“Yes, brother. Are you late?”

For the Dokjonghori Iron Man to swing a hundred thousand times, there had to be no interference from the Red Army Alliance. A promise is a promise. And the Red Army Alliance had initially warned that if it didn't receive the Iron Man, Danwoo Sung would personally go after them.

Danwoo Seong asked.

“I’m planning to go to the Red Army Alliance. Where are these?”

“Do you know the Yukwan shopping district?”

“I know.”

"The fortress, whether it's a guesthouse or a barracks, pays tribute to the Red Army Alliance. Since they control the area, anyone can easily find out."

Yuk Myung-bo also conveyed what he knew.

“Not only boatmen and peddlers, but also nearby merchants and merchants pay tribute.”

Danwoo Seong replied.

“It’s pretty big, isn’t it?”

“We took control of the Black Sea Faction and the small and medium-sized forces that were growing naturally in the Yukwan area.”

“So the name is Union?”

"Yes, it's because I absorbed several waves. I even extorted a bribe from Cheol Myeong-ho."

Danwoo Seong replied.

“I met him yesterday, and he said he’d just stolen everything. The entire auction house.”

The twin brothers looked at each other and nodded.

“That makes sense.”

“Even though he did that, he is still a man.”

Danwoo-seong nodded.

"Okay. We've met before, so if they find out my identity, it might be a nuisance. I guess I'll have to go."

The twin brothers asked.

“Brother, should we go too?”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“Stay on night watch until I get back.”

"All right."

As Danwoo Seong was walking out of his quarters, Lee Hwa-eon stopped walking across the street.

“Brother, where are you going?”

“I’ll go get a drink. By the way, have you decided on a name for the merchant association?”

“I was thinking of forming a giant merchant alliance. What do you think?”

Danwoo-seong shook his head.

“The union is a bit annoying. Let’s just call it the Giant Merchants Association.”

“Why are you suddenly bothered by the union?”

“Oh, there is something like that.”

Danwoo Seong asked as he headed towards the main gate.

“Who has been appointed as the head of the council?”

Lee Hwa-eon said with a sly smile.

“It’s my brother.”

“Why me?”

"You said there's no substance right now. My brother was the one who proposed it, and both the elders of Taeho Sangdan and my father agreed on the idea of a large company, but they said it would be better for my brother to take charge of it."

Danwoo Seong turned around.

“I only plan to practice.”

Lee Hwa-eon nodded.

“I’ll do the work, so please take care of it for now.”

"I get it."

“Have a nice trip.”

Danwoo-seong waved his hand once as if to say something.

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As soon as Danwoo-seong entered the Yukwan shopping district, he approached and asked people who had deliberately looked and acted very badly.

“I came to meet a man named Jeokye.”

The faces of those questioned were tinged with bewilderment. No one here addressed him by his given name, "Jeok-ye," without a formal title. They usually addressed him as "Hoe-ju." They all looked Dan-woo-seong up and down. It was even more peculiar because he didn't even wield a sword.

As we looked at each other, one man answered.

“It’s in Onjeongru (Warm Feelings Tower).”

Danwoo-seong asked, looking at the street lit up with dazzlingly colored lights.

“Is it over there?”

"yes."

As Danwoo-seong walked slowly towards the Saekdeungga, the men finally began to mutter.

“But why are you speaking informally to me? You shameless brat.”

The colleague replied.

“Say that in front of that person. When he gets there, run after him and say it.”

“If you were me, would you do it?”

One man said:

“I think I’ve seen that person somewhere······.”

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Danwoo Seong looked up at the signboard of Onjeongru and entered without being stopped.

His attire was plain, and he lacked a sword or other weapon. Furthermore, even those who witnessed his appearance couldn't have imagined that the Grand Duke of the Galaxy would come here alone. Everyone here feared the enemy.

By the way, from Danwoo Seong's perspective, it was the first time in a long time that Giru had visited.

The waiting area for incoming guests was usually set up behind several partitions. A young woman approached and asked.

"Your Majesty, it's my pleasure to meet you. I'm your guide. May I give you a brief explanation?"

“No, I heard there’s an enemy here.”

The woman's eyes grew wide and she answered with her hands clasped together.

"Oh, Your Majesty, I will immediately send someone to fetch you. You informed me in advance, didn't you?"

Danwoo Sung said as he grabbed the woman's arm.

"I said no. Is there a red flag above? Just tell me that. Is there one?"

“Yes, you are here.”

Danwoo Seong said.

“So, what’s your name?”

“It’s purification.”

“Jeonghwa, make sure the kids are evacuated while I go up.”

“It must be difficult to climb up.”

“It’s okay.”

Dan Woo-seong stared blankly at Jeong-hwa's face, then left the waiting room and climbed the stairs. Not a single man stopped him until the third floor. Upon reaching the bottom of the fourth floor, a man poked his head out and spoke to Dan Woo-seong.

“Customer, why are you coming up alone?”

It was a question that was often asked by the guide woman who usually sticks around to greet the guests.

Danwoo Seong replied as he climbed the stairs.

“You came alone, so go up alone.”

“Go down. This is not a place you can walk around carelessly.”

Dan Woo-seong silently climbed the stairs and looked at the man. The man studied him, anticipating that if he said another word, he'd be struck down. The quick-witted man stepped aside, his mouth firmly shut.

Danwoo-seong said as he passed by.

“You’re quick-witted.”

I turned around the corridor and climbed the five flights of stairs again. The fourth floor was where the VIPs passed through, and above that was the final floor. Here, sword-wielding warriors stood on the stairs.

Danwoo-seong looked up and listened to the sounds outside the tower. It was quite noisy, as if the enemy's men were rushing in.

The man staying on the fifth floor spoke informally very naturally.

“Go down.”

As Dan Woo-seong ascended the stairs without a word, the man who had been waiting leaped down, kicking Dan Woo-seong in the chest. Dan Woo-seong accurately struck the man's incoming foot with his left hand, then grabbed him by the collar and threw him backward.

With a bang, the man burst through the wall of the Onjeongru and plummeted to the ground. The roar was like a signal flare. Doors opened on both sides of the fifth-floor corridor, and the guards of the enemy drew their swords.

As Danwoo-seong stood in the hallway and looked out, a voice with a truly heavy tone flowed from the room at the end of the hallway.

“Guest, let me in.”

It was the voice of the enemy.

<The King of Fists Enters the Tower> End

ⓒ Eugene Sung

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