Bloodline is Everything - Chapter 116

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【Bloodline is a Thug Chapter 116】

116. The Sanchez Family (6)

“That said, I don’t have anything for you to do right now.”
I understood that Maria Sanchez held a very high position within the family.
If I used this well, it would certainly become a tremendous advantage. But the reason I dominated her in the first place was because of the restriction on superhuman bloodlines.
“I’ll send you back. If the Sanchez Family or Pandemonium attempts anything suspicious, contact me.”
Kwon Han-ul pulled out a business card and handed it to her. Maria Sanchez took it with an incredulous expression.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“But I could do anything if you used me….”
Even as she spoke, Maria Sanchez was flustered.
She should have been overjoyed, yet here she was saying such things.
“I could even annihilate the Sanchez Family… or take the family’s treasures….”
“Wow… you really have quite the grudge against the family? You’d get along great with Mei Hong.”
At those words, Maria Sanchez bristled. Here he was, mocking her while she was still speaking.
“All of it sounds tempting, but… everything would require elaborate planning and execution.”
I knew well from observing the Kwon Family how thoroughly a renowned clan was managed and protected.
A few traitors couldn’t possibly accomplish anything.
No matter how significant a traitor Maria Sanchez might be.
“Besides, I’m quite busy.”
I needed to prepare for the Heavenly Arena coming up soon. Not only that, but I had to prepare for remnants of the Mei Family.
“So this seems just about right.”
After saying so, Kwon Han-ul left Maria Sanchez behind and departed toward where Joo Ha-yeon was.
“Kwon Han-ul!”
Marcos Sanchez brightened upon seeing Kwon Han-ul.
“I saw everything! The way you cornered Sister Maria like that—truly, Kwon Han-ul, you are….”
“Yeah.”
He looked ready to lick the ground beneath my feet.
“You should go back now too.”
At those words, Marcos Sanchez’s face fell as if the sky itself had collapsed.
“I wish to serve by your side, Kwon Han-ul!”
“That won’t work. Leave now.”
Faced with Kwon Han-ul’s firm refusal, Marcos Sanchez reluctantly headed toward where Maria Sanchez was.
Reluctant to depart, he glanced back at Kwon Han-ul several times as he left.
Watching Marcos Sanchez, Kwon Han-ul fell into brief contemplation.
Marcos Sanchez acted as though he would give everything without hesitation. So why was Maria Sanchez different?
“That’s strange, isn’t it?”

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“Sister.”
“Shut your mouth before I tear it to shreds.”
Maria Sanchez spoke with a voice dripping with murderous intent. Yet she couldn’t actually lay a hand on Marcos Sanchez.
Kwon Han-ul had commanded her to forgive him for this transgression.
“First, order the troops to retreat. Tell Elder Kan Sanchez as well.”
“Understood!”
Marcos Sanchez fled from his position to carry out the order.
“I don’t understand how this happened….”
Ever since Kwon Han-ul seized my mind, I could not refuse his commands.
What made it worse was that I wasn’t being forced to obey against my will.
“It wasn’t really that unpleasant…, was it…?”
My displeasure had been nothing but an act.
In truth, I found joy in obeying Kwon Han-ul’s commands.
It was truly bewildering.
“This is insane. I’m losing my mind. Absolutely losing it.”
Suddenly, I recalled the question Kwon Han-ul had posed at the end.
Whether I could become the family head.
In the end, Kwon Han-ul hadn’t commanded me to become the family head. He’d only asked me to monitor the family’s movements and those of Pandemonium.
But….
“…If I become the family head, wouldn’t I be able to help him even more?”
Somewhere along the way, I had begun referring to Kwon Han-ul as “him”—that person.
This was the terrifying nature of blood servitude.
At some point, without even realizing it, both body and heart become enslaved to the master.
“…Yes, that must be it.”
The moment I set my goal, a spark of flame shot high into the sky and burst apart.
It was the retreat signal that Marcos Sanchez had ignited.

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Kwon Hu-don found himself in a truly vexing predicament.
“How on earth am I supposed to handle this….”
Before Kwon Hu-don lay an unconscious woman sprawled across the ground.
Larissa Sanchez.
A blood relative of the Sanchez Family whom Kwon Hu-don had fought.
“What do I do, really.”
Shortly after the battle commenced, a single punch from Kwon Hu-don had rendered Larissa Sanchez unconscious.
The problem began from there.
She was an enemy, so killing her should have been natural. Yet when it came to striking down an opponent already robbed of consciousness, my hand hesitated.
“Ah… I should have put more force into that first blow….”
Had I done so, she would have died in a single strike, and I wouldn’t have to wrestle with this dilemma.
“Hmm.”
Kwon Hu-don continued to waver as he gazed at Larissa.
Then, fireworks suddenly burst across the sky.
“What is that?”
The moment Kwon Hu-don wondered about it, Larissa Sanchez’s body stirred.
“Ugh, my head….”
Watching Larissa Sanchez regain consciousness, Kwon Hu-don felt a wave of relief wash over him.
He had hesitated to kill someone defenseless. Now that Larissa Sanchez was awake, his dilemma had resolved itself.
If Larissa Sanchez came at him again, this time he would….
“…You spared my life.”
Kwon Hu-don’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt. What had she just said?
“I intended to kill you… yet you went so far as to….”
Tears glistened in Larissa Sanchez’s eyes.
It seemed her mind was severely distorting the current situation into something entirely different.
“The retreat signal has been given. I will never forget this kindness.”
Larissa Sanchez kicked off the ground and vanished.
As she disappeared, Kwon Hu-don muttered under his breath.
“…I should have just killed her beforehand.”

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“Spare me.”
It was the moment I was about to sever her neck after the fierce battle.
Carolyna Sanchez suddenly spoke.
“What nonsense is this?”
“I don’t want to die, so I’m begging you to let me live.”
Despite her massive frame, Carolyna Sanchez pleaded for her life without a shred of shame.
“You’ve already won anyway. Surely you can show that much mercy?”
The battle with Catalina Sanchez had been far from easy.
Against her relentless assault—wielding massive weapons as if they were feathers—I found myself in perilous situations more than once.
But in the end, I was the one who emerged victorious.
“So spare me.”
“I think it would be better to kill you than to let you live. It’s wise to eliminate potential threats before they become problems.”
“That’s a fair point. But consider this: if you spare me, one day I’ll repay you with help.”
My eyes narrowed.
“I don’t need your help.”
“There’s no such thing as ‘absolute’ in this world. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll save you someday.”
I tightened my grip on the sword. I felt no need to listen to her empty words any longer.
“Aren’t you curious about the Mei Family’s movements?”
But at those words, I couldn’t help but pause.
“Do you know something?”
“Not right now. But if the Mei Family wants to attack your Heukcheon, they’ll have no choice but to seek help from the underworld in some form.”
Grit.
The sound of grinding teeth. Blood vessels bulged in my eyes.
“You’re offering the Mei Family as a bargaining chip despite knowing nothing?”
Carolyna Sanchez shrugged.
“That’s how desperate I am. And you’re in the same boat, aren’t you? You’re clinging to this vague information because you know so little.”
In that instant, my sword flashed. A shallow cut appeared across Carolyna Sanchez’s neck.
“…Get out of here. Don’t forget your promise.”
“Thank you.”
Carolyna Sanchez fled without hesitation.
I watched her silently as she disappeared.

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“Got you!”
Bruno Sanchez bellowed, spreading both arms wide.
Despite the Sanchez Family’s reputation for having the most resilient physique, Bruno Sanchez’s body was covered in wounds from head to toe.
But this humiliation would end now—if I could just seize my enemy, I’d twist him apart with these two hands and kill him….
Then Gael Garsian clenched his fist at empty air.
Demonic power converged, forming an executioner’s axe. Bruno Sanchez’s face went pale at the sight of it.
“Hey! That’s cheating…!”
The black axe descended vertically. A black line was drawn from Bruno Sanchez’s head down to his groin.
Blood erupted from the black line. Bruno Sanchez’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.
Gael Garsian seized Bruno Sanchez’s head and held it aloft. Only after confirming death did he release his demonic transformation.
“Huh… It’s not a technique I should use too often, after all.”
Invoking demonic power granted tremendous strength, but the toll was equally immense.
Just then, a fireball shot skyward and burst with a tremendous explosion, creating a spectacular display of flames.
“Fireworks in broad daylight?”
Gael Garsian found it strange, but he quickly dismissed the question.
“I need to rejoin the commander.”
Gael Garsian left Bruno Sanchez behind and departed.
It was immediately after he left.
“Gaaaahhhhh!”
With a sound like someone releasing a long-held breath, Bruno Sanchez lifted his head.
“I nearly died there.”
Anyone who heard that would have been shocked.
Bruno Sanchez had been sliced from head to groin. Though not completely severed in two, it was a wound that should have been fatal.
“I’m never fighting that bastard again.”
Bruno Sanchez shook his head vigorously. Then he gazed up at the fireworks blooming in the sky.
“The retreat signal’s gone up too. I need to escape, fast.”

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Kan Sanchez stared at the flames engulfing the sky, bewilderment washing over him.
A retreat signal? At this moment? Had Miss Maria successfully obtained the ancestor’s treasure?
Countless thoughts flooded his mind. But the final thought that emerged was this.
Impossible.
Escape only worked for those who possessed a certain level of strength.
Shaking off Kwon Myung-woo, the First Fist of Heukcheon—this monster of a man—and fleeing was impossible.
“The Sanchez Family certainly uses an easy-to-recognize retreat signal.”
Kwon Myung-woo spoke while gazing up at the sky.
“Ptui.”
Kan Sanchez spat out blood-tinged saliva instead of answering. His mouth had split open when his jaw was struck moments ago.
“Spare me the meaningless talk.”
“The boy has some spirit, I’ll give him that. Driven this far into a corner, yet still no thought of escape.”
All the Dent de Rio Unit members had already fallen. Most were dead, and those still breathing bore fatal wounds.
Kan Sanchez was relatively unscathed, but that was only a matter of time.
Then Kwon Myung-woo did something unexpected. He sat down on the ground.
Kan Sanchez, taken aback, heard him speak.
“Take the wounded and return.”
Kan Sanchez had no choice but to ask.
“Are you saying you’ll spare us and the unit members now?”
Kwon Myung-woo nodded.
“It is a reward I grant to one who has endured against me thus far without losing his fighting spirit.”
In that moment, Kan Sanchez burned with rage.
“How much further do you intend to humiliate us!”
He hadn’t inflicted a single wound on his enemy, and now his life was being spared out of pity.
Could there be a greater disgrace for a warrior?
“Get up this instant! Fight me!”
To Kan Sanchez’s killing intent, Kwon Myung-woo replied with indifference.
“You’ve only just inherited the position of the Sanchez Family’s strongest. That position represents the family itself. You may not realize it, but your journey begins the moment you inherit that seat.”
And he added.
“It’s a shame to crush you now when you’ve only just begun to sprout. When you grow stronger later, we shall meet again.”
Anticipating an enemy’s growth—it was an arrogance so thorough it was almost sickening.
But Kan Sanchez could not dare voice such thoughts.
Kwon Myung-woo, whom he had directly experienced, was a man who had earned that right.
“…Damn it.”
Kan Sanchez gathered the unit members who still clung to life.
Those already dead, he placed into a subspace. He had to retrieve their bodies at least.
“Kwon Myung-woo, the First Fist of Heukcheon. When we meet next time, things will be different.”
“I won’t be going far.”
Kwon Myung-woo waved his hand as he spoke.
As Kan Sanchez disappeared, Kwon Myung-woo patted his own back with his fist.
“Ugh, my back. Am I getting old?”
No matter how exceptional Kwon Myung-woo’s skills were, Kan Sanchez was a Hunter representing the Sanchez Family.
With the Sanchez Family’s elite unit joining the fray, there was no way Kwon Myung-woo could emerge unscathed.
“Impressive.”
If Kan Sanchez had fallen short of expectations, Kwon Myung-woo would have had no intention of letting him leave alive.
But Kan Sanchez had held his ground against someone fighting with genuine intensity.
“My brother said it was a bad habit, but what can I do about it?”
Because I enjoyed combat enough to spare worthy opponents, I was able to reach this point.
“Let me go meet some of the other ones.”
Kwon Myung-woo rose to his feet as he spoke.

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