Chronicles of the Mad Demon - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2. Moyong Noble Family (1)

Thud!

Moyong Cheon, who had been slammed into the wall, slumped down on the spot.

Watching him unable to even lift his head, Jang Gu openly frowned.

“Young Master. It would be troublesome if you keep avoiding us.”

Moyong Cheon still didn’t respond.

From the beginning, Jang Gu had no intention of listening to his answer and leisurely continued speaking.

“We waited a full five days past the repayment date. Under the condition of not adding interest. But what is this?”

Jang Gu smiled as he crouched down.

“Yes, I understand. We’re not unaware that you were trying to make things work somehow. That’s why we waited for you.”

“….”

“But since things have turned out this way, what can we do? From what I see, it appears your relationship with Miss Hwang from Ten Sword Gate has also been severed.”

“….”

“Young Master. Are you listening to me?”

Moyong Cheon lifted his head.

Eyes filled with confusion. Jang Gu somehow thought his gaze was strangely different from usual.

‘It must have been quite shocking indeed.’

He snorted and extended his hand backward.

Then Jang Sam handed him a paper.

“Let’s see. There are many things to add up, but considering the Moyong family’s circumstances, I’ll only add three more days of interest.”

“…?”

“So the total amount is… 1,080 nyang and 70 mun, but let’s drop the small change. Just 1,000 nyang, just give us 1,000 nyang.”

“What did you just say?”

“1,000 nyang.”

“No, not that.”

Heat began to slowly rise in Moyong Cheon’s eyes that had been filled with confusion.

“What did you say about the Moyong family?”

Jang Gu blinked like an idiot.

“What about it?”

“Did you say you’d consider our main family’s circumstances?”

“Shouldn’t we consider them?”

Before he could even recover from the shock, what was this supposed to mean now?

Moyong Cheon shot up to his feet. His blood pressure dropped instantly, making stars flash before his eyes, but he somehow managed not to fall by gripping the wall.

“Consider our main family’s circumstances? The Moyong Noble Family’s circumstances?”

Jang Gu frowned again. His already menacing appearance became so fierce it could make ghosts flee.

“Then pay the full 1,080 nyang. Oh, and the 70 mun too.”

Moyong Cheon was dumbfounded.

‘Are these guys in their right minds?’

Moyong Noble Family.

The hegemon of Liaoning Province and the martial family with the longest history among the contemporary martial world’s noble houses.

Of course, they had experienced many ups and downs over the long years, and especially in the year Moyong Cheon was born, they nearly perished after being swept up in a rebellion, but the Moyong Family Estate was the clan that soared brilliantly again after he became the Martial Alliance Leader.

Naturally, the Moyong Family Estate’s foundation was tremendous. 1,000 Nyang? They were a family capable of giving that amount while scoffing at it.

But they would consider the Moyong Family Estate’s circumstances?

‘These guys are obviously Yama King Debt collectors.’

They were the type who lent money and collected it with enormous interest attached – in some ways, more vicious than murderers.

‘Huh? Come to think of it…?’

Anyway, the owner of this body seemed to indeed be a member of the Moyong Family Estate. Since they called him Young Master and Master, he was likely from the direct lineage.

That’s what was strange.

‘The direct heir of the Moyong family borrowed money from Yama King Debt collectors?’

That doesn’t make sense, does it?

Moyong Cheon was confused. It was already astounding that he had died and entered the body of some unknown young man from his family, but he had even borrowed money?

What could a member of the Moyong Family Estate possibly lack that he would borrow money? And from such lowlife scoundrels at that.

‘…’

His head was gradually cooling down.

The confusion from before disappeared in an instant, and finally, reason began to raise its head.

“Listen here.”

“Listen here… sir?”

“From now on, I’d appreciate it if you could faithfully answer what I ask.”

Jang Gu looked at Moyong Cheon as if he found it absurd. Jang Sam, standing behind him, even chuckled.

“Yes, of course. When the Young Master of the Moyong family is asking questions, we should answer with utmost sincerity.”

Anyone could tell it was a sarcastic tone.

For a moment, anger surged up, but Moyong Cheon forced himself to control his emotions. Now was not the time to get angry.

“Am I truly a member of the Moyong Family Estate?”

“…Are you seriously asking that?”

“Please answer.”

“Of course. If Young Master isn’t a member of the Moyong family, then who would you be?”

“What I mean is, am I truly a member of that Moyong Family Estate in Liaoning Province?”

In the vast world, we are the only family that uses the surname Moyong.

He asked despite knowing this. Just in case.

Sure enough, this big guy’s expression became truly strange.

“Liaoning Province, you say?”

“Then if not Liaoning, where else would it be?”

“Isn’t this Hubei Province?”

“…What?”

Why Hubei?

Could there really be a family of fraudsters impersonating the Moyong surname?

Then, Jang Sam spoke with a sneer.

“Even if you drag up the glory from twenty years ago, we can’t overlook this anymore, Young Master.”

Moyong Cheon’s eyes bulged.

Cold sweat broke out across my back. I had a strong feeling that something was seriously wrong.

“Twenty years?”

“Back then, sure, I heard they were famous throughout the land, but that’s just past glory, isn’t it? For us, and from Young Master’s perspective too, it’s not even worth reminiscing about, so let’s not waste time with pointless talk.”

“…!”

“If you’re done with questions, let’s finish our business.”

Moyong Cheon opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

Jang Gu scratched his head and said.

“As Young Master knows, that friend has quite a short temper. This isn’t a situation you can avoid either. So stop fooling around….”

“Did you just say twenty years ago?”

“Would it be two years ago then?”

“The Moyong Noble Family of Liaoning came to Hubei twenty years ago?!”

Jang Gu’s face gradually turned menacing.

“If you don’t like twenty years, let’s make it two hundred years. Whatever it is, that’s not what’s important here, is it?”

“How is that not important!”

My voice grew louder as my pent-up frustration finally exploded.

“Hah.”

Jang Gu slowly stood up and rolled his shoulders.

“Our Young Master, how long has it been since we gave you a massage? Just because you’ve gotten all skinny doesn’t mean we’ll go easy on you.”

Moyong Cheon felt urgent.

Talking more with these idiots would only make him more frustrated. They didn’t seem like they’d answer obediently either.

Whatever else, he needed to see for himself whether the family had actually settled in Hubei.

‘Why did I even become the Martial Alliance Leader when it doesn’t suit my temperament!’

Moyong Cheon pointed toward the alley exit and shouted.

“Enough, lead the way.”

“To the Underworld?”

“To the main house, you bastards! The main house! Lead the way to the Moyong Family Estate!”

“…Good grief.”

Jang Sam stood beside Jang Gu.

When the two large men stood side by side, the alley was completely filled.

“Let’s suspend our business discussion for now. First, let’s get our Young Master’s head screwed on straight, then we’ll talk again. You agree, don’t you?”

“Money, agreement, whatever – I’ll settle it all later, so just lead the way to the main house!”

“If you really don’t plan to pay, we’ll naturally come find you at your place. If we’re short on money, we might have to sell Young Master’s sisters.”

“…?”

“But before that, we need to install some manners in Young Master first….”

“What did you say?”

“Installing manners.”

The excitement that had been bouncing around shot through the top of my head and soared high into the sky.

Moyong Cheon’s eyes turned cold.

“Sell who?”

Jang Gu smirked and opened his mouth. Or rather, tried to open it.

But my mouth wouldn’t open, and no voice would come out.

‘Huh?’

What’s this? Why can’t I suddenly speak?

Moyong Cheon shouted angrily.

“Get up right now!”

“Gasp! Yes!”

Jang Gu knelt down on the spot.

His face was so swollen from the beating that he was even foaming at the mouth. He was in such a mess that he couldn’t even make proper expressions, but anyone could see his face was filled with fear.

Moyong Cheon dragged over a wooden box that had been carelessly scattered in the corner, sat down on it, and asked with a deep sigh.

“You, what’s your name.”

“Jang Gu! My name is Jang Gu! This guy is called Jang Sam!”

“Good, Jang Gu. From now on, answer my questions properly.”

“Yes! Please ask me anything!”

Even while answering, Jang Gu was drooling continuously. He wanted to swallow, but his throat was so swollen from the beating that he couldn’t.

‘Wh-what the hell was that?!’

Who would have thought that this skinny wretch with nothing but skin and bones would be hiding such ridiculous skills!

He was clearly panting and staggering, but strangely all their punches missed while every one of his strikes landed perfectly.

What was truly terrifying was that with each hit, whatever technique he used made that area hurt as if it were fractured.

To endure such a beating for over an hour without rest and still be alive was remarkable.

“Are you certain this is Hubei?”

Jang Gu’s answer was immediate.

“Yes! This is Wuhan in Hubei!”

Wuhan.

It was the capital city of Hubei. Being a center of water and land transportation, it was bound to have many people.

Moyong Cheon’s face contorted sharply.

“You’re certain it’s Hubei?”

“Y-yes, that’s right!”

He wanted to rush to his family clan immediately. He wanted to see for himself what had happened during all this time.

But after going on a rampage, he realized that charging ahead without thinking wasn’t the solution.

“Do you know the Martial Alliance or not.”

“I know it!”

Even back-alley thugs couldn’t be ignorant of the Martial Alliance.

“Then do you know Moyong Cheon, the Alliance Leader, or not?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“What?!”

Moyong Cheon’s cheek twitched involuntarily.

“The Moyong Noble Family came to Hubei twenty years ago, right? But you don’t know the Alliance Leader that the Moyong Noble Family produced? Are you kidding me right now?”

“H-how could that be!”

“Then why don’t you know Moyong Cheon?”

“That is…”

Jang Gu’s eyes rolled around frantically. He was racking his brain trying to come up with an answer somehow.

“Ah! Are you perhaps referring to Alliance Leader Ho Yeon Cheon, the Radiant Martial Lord?”

“…?”

“….”

“Ho… who?”

“The great man who passed away about twenty years ago, the one who led us to victory in that war against the Sacred Blood Palace!”

Moyong Cheon’s mouth fell wide open.

No way… I’m the one who fought the war against the Sacred Blood Palace… I’m the Radiant Martial Supreme….

Who the hell is Ho Yeon Cheon?

I was about to ask when I died, but instead I heard this complete nonsense.

Moyong Cheon’s face became as withered as rotten tree roots.

“Tell me the details.”

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