A Baby Cat Who Commands the Dog Clan - Chapter 203

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Chapter 203
Dang Yi Woon looked down at Mu Yeop, who was writhing in an attempt to move.
“I’ve sealed your pressure points so you cannot move. Abandon any foolish thoughts.”
Mu Yeop’s mind raced frantically.
My body has been rendered immobile, yet he’s allowing me to speak—this could only mean one thing.
He was about to interrogate me.
“Well, where should I begin?”
Dang Yi Woon, who had been contemplating with one handsome eye narrowed, broke into a smile as warm and melting as spring snow.
“It would only be proper to introduce myself first before asking questions, wouldn’t it?”
Dang Yi Woon bent down and whispered into Mu Yeop’s ear.
“The truth is, I’ve been deceiving you about my identity.”
He chuckled softly.
“Yes, just like you.”
He knew everything!
Mu Yeop was gripped by such terror that he felt as though he might lose consciousness at any moment.
“My true surname is Dang. You must have heard of it before—the Sichuan Tang Family.”
As he spoke, Dang Yi Woon withdrew from his robes a slender needle.
Its silvery tip was stained with an ominous green hue.
“Yes, this is poison.”
Dang Yi Woon, his eyes half-lidded, caressed the needle with his index finger as though it were something precious.
Prick!
In that instant, Mu Yeop’s neck burned with searing pain.
Dang Yi Woon had driven the needle in with a speed invisible to the eye.
“U-ugh! Ugh!”
The startled cry could not form words and merely echoed on the tip of Mu Yeop’s tongue.
Dang Yi Woon had swiftly clamped his hand over the man’s mouth.
A chilling voice followed.
“What now courses through your body is called the ‘Instant Death Poison.’ True to its name, you will perish within a quarter hour—approximately fifteen minutes.”
Mu Yeop trembled violently, cold sweat pouring down his face.
“Of course, there is a way to survive. This.”
In Dang Yi Woon’s palm lay three antidote pills, each the size of a ginkgo fruit.
“Answer my questions prettily, and I’ll place one of these on your tongue. I’ll even release your pressure points.”
He smiled, his crimson eyes narrowing with cruel amusement.
“Now then, where is the Golden Cat Sect?”
Mu Yeop’s mind raced at lightning speed.
By now, his companions had surely spirited away the Golden Cat Sect.
“Th-they’re in the w-woodpile behind the D-Dining Hall!”
“Hmm.”
At that contemplative sound, Mu Yeop felt a glimmer of hope kindle within him.
‘Did I… fool him?!’
In that instant.
Thud! Clatter….
A sound echoed.
The antidote pill that had fallen to the floor rolled away somewhere.
Crunch.
This time, the sound came from Dang Yi Woon crushing the antidote pill beneath his foot.
“If you’re going to lie, think carefully.”
At the voice ringing in his ears, Mu Yeop felt a chill run down his spine.
“You only have two chances left now.”
The voice tightened around him as if toying with his very existence.
It was clear he already knew everything—that Mu Yeop had accomplices.
“Now, I’ll ask again. Where is the Golden Cat Sect ‘right now’?”
He could endure no longer.
Mu Yeop spat out the words.
“…T-t-they’ve p-probably already t-taken it outside Shaolin by n-now!”
“Hoo. Now we’re getting somewhere.”
Dang Yi Woon nodded with evident interest.
“But that’s not quite enough to earn the antidote pill. Where exactly outside Shaolin did your colleague take the Golden Cat Sect?”
“Th-that is…!”
Just as he was about to confess the answer.
“Gaahhh…!”
Mu Yeop felt his own tongue swell inside his mouth as if in a dream.
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Meanwhile, Hong Seol paced back and forth alone, guarding the entrance to the Monk’s Quarters.
She was following Dang Yi Woon’s suggestion to stay outside.
‘Is this consideration so I won’t see him interrogating?’
At first she thought so, but once the interrogation began inside, she understood his true intention.
‘He was trying to pressure Mu Yeop thoroughly.’
Indeed, had she been in there, her heart would have weakened at Mu Yeop’s pleas for mercy.
‘Mu Yeop is pitiful, but…I cannot abandon the Golden Cat Sect if I’m to save Baek Elder Brother!’
So following Dang Yi Woon’s method was the right choice.
By concentrating all her senses and extending her perception, she could hear what was happening inside.
The interrogation Dang Yi Woon was conducting inside was truly terrifying.
‘He’s nothing like the Yi Woon Elder Brother I knew.’
A voice that seemed ready to cut if he merely pressed his hand against it.
A chilling tone as if he were playing a game.
When he drove the needle into Mu Yeop, even Hong Seol instinctively shrank her neck.
‘A mere threat of poison would have sufficed, yet he actually drove in a needle.’
Hong Seol swallowed hard.
It was clearly meant to corner the opponent even more ruthlessly.
‘This is the way of the Sichuan Tang Family….’
The realization that Dang Yi Woon had grown into an adult became starkly vivid.
How specially he had been treating me all this time.
‘He always showed me such a gentle smile in front of me, so I thought that was just who he was.’
But that wasn’t it.
‘Yi Woon Elder Brother was….’
This was not the time to be thinking such things.
In an instant, Hong Seol’s face flushed crimson.
Just as Hong Seol, flustered and uncertain, let her gaze fall to her own feet.
A familiar worn shoe tip came into view.
“Furball.”
It was Won Mok, the Dining Hall manager who had been happily playing with Hong Seol when she was a cat half an hour ago.
“Meow…no, Dining Hall Manager!”
Hong Seol barely managed to swallow the cat’s cry that was about to escape her lips.
“Why are you standing outside the door in the middle of the night?”
Won Mok was holding a small ceramic bowl in his hand.
Judging by the sweets inside, he had clearly come to give another snack to Furball’s room.
Given the hour, he must have intended to leave it at the door and go.
“Ah, well, you see, I couldn’t sleep!”
Hong Seol answered deliberately loudly.
She hoped Dang Yi Woon inside would hear.
“You must be exhausted from the whole day, yet you can’t sleep…?”
It was the moment Won Mok tilted his head in confusion.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a chilling aura emerged from inside.
Literally, it ’emerged’.
It was absolutely not Dang Yi Woon’s.
To describe it: a murky black light.
Hong Seol had felt this aura once before.
From Dang Song Baek, the Poison Chamber Master of the Sichuan Tang Family.
‘…Demonic energy? How is this possible!’
The moment Hong Seol’s eyes widened uncontrollably.
“How presumptuous of a snake.”
A sinister voice emanated from inside.
It was Mu Yeop’s voice, which Hong Seol knew well, yet no longer stammered.
In that instant.
Crash!
The sound of something shattering rang out.
It was the sound of the sweet bowl that had been in Dining Hall Manager Won Mok’s hand falling to the ground.
“Jin Mok, Jin Mok!”
“Oh, Elder Brother!”
Won Mok brushed past Hong Seol in a flash and thrust open the door to the Monk’s Quarters.
* * *
It was him.
It had to be him.
The moment I heard that familiar voice after so long.
My heart felt as though it would burst from my chest.
“Jin Mok!”
Won Mok stepped into the Monk’s Quarters and froze. The interior was complete chaos.
And the one who had reduced it to such a state was the hired worker from the Dining Hall who had stammered throughout.
The Freckled Boy, Mu Yeop, had Dang Yi Woon suspended by the collar in a single hand.
They had clearly been exchanging blows for several seconds already.
“J-Jin Mok?”
Keeeeek….
Mu Yeop’s throat emitted a grotesque sound as he turned toward Won Mok.
His eyes were eerie—devoid of pupils.
Thud.
Something pale and sickly peeled away from that freckled face.
A human skin mask.
Beneath the mask—whose original face it had been, none could say—vivid scars were laid bare.
It truly was Jin Mok.
Save for the sinister aura that enveloped his entire body.
“Jin Mok!”
Won Mok extended a trembling hand toward Jin Mok.
“This cannot be…. This must not be…!”
The moment Won Mok’s hand touched Jin Mok’s cheek.
Glimmer!
A small golden light flashed.
Then the pupils returned to Jin Mok’s eyes.
“M-Master…?”
The body of Dang Yi Woon, whom Jin Mok had been holding, crumpled to the ground.
“No!”
Hong Seol cried out and rushed toward Dang Yi Woon.
A thin line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
“Elder Brother! Please, come to your senses. Elder Brother!”
Hong Seol looked at Jin Mok, then draped Dang Yi Woon’s arm across her shoulders.
“Ugh….”
Straining, she carried him outside.
She was fleeing from Jin Mok.
“M-Master….”
Jin Mok stared down at his palms in disbelief.
They were covered in blood that Dang Yi Woon had coughed up.
Terrified, Jin Mok’s voice trembled.
“What on earth have I done…!”
Won Mok cried out at the sight.
“How did this happen! Did you truly meddle with demonic cultivation!”
“I… I don’t know either…! My tongue, which had been frozen, suddenly loosened and then suddenly…!”
Before he could finish speaking, Jin Mok’s eyes rolled upward again.
Crack!
His hand seized Won Mok’s throat this time.

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