My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 12

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Episode 12. The Black and White Demons
Qinghua Tower, known as the finest pleasure house in all of Sichuan.
As always, a man slipped through its doors.
“Huh.”
The ornate interior of Qinghua Tower filled his vision.
Its structure was magnificent—the center opened in a perfect circle all the way to the ceiling, each floor visible from the others with breathtaking clarity.
Extraordinarily lavish.
Even across a lifetime marked by hardship and misfortune, he couldn’t recall ever stepping foot in a place quite like this.
“Oh my, welcome, welcome. You’re alone, are you…? Oh?”
The woman stationed at the entrance, ever practiced in her warmth, halted mid-step.
The man who had just entered Qinghua Tower, still glancing about, had his face obscured by a black mask.
…A robber? But no sane man would attempt such a thing alone in a place with so many patrons constantly coming and going.
Impossible.
“I—what brings you here, sir?”
The masked man turned his gaze toward the woman.
“I’m looking for someone.”
“Someone, you say? Who?”
“Dang Gu-hui.”
The atmosphere on the first floor froze.
Warriors of the Sichuan Tang Family, assigned to guard Dang Gu-hui, were stationed there.
One of them rose slowly to his feet.
“So he is here. Where might he be?”
At the masked man’s question, the woman’s eyes drifted instinctively to the highest level of the tower.
Yeo Un-hui smiled faintly.
“Much obliged.”
“Wait, you—why are you going after our young master—”
Just as a warrior of the Tang Family began to address Yeo Un-hui,
Whoosh!
His form shot upward like lightning.
Every eye in the place—the woman’s, the Tang Family warriors’, everyone’s—followed him.
And at that same moment,
Crash! Crash!
Several blasts of Internal Energy Blast exploded from Yeo Un-hui’s hands, demolishing every staircase and passageway leading upward.
It happened in an instant.
Truly, a display of extraordinary martial prowess.
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And now, this moment.
“You have business with me?”
At Dang Gu-hui’s words, the masked man—Yeo Un-hui—nodded.
A grudge, perhaps?
Yet he found it difficult to recall exactly who this person was.
He had made so many enemies in so many places along the way.
“Hah, you know who I am and you’re still doing this?”
Dang Gu-hui drank without hesitation, his words casual.
“I’ve heard rumors here and there. The young master of the Sichuan Tang Family—the black sheep who brings shame to his clan, they say. Is that right?”
“…You bastard.”
“But that’s not all. Now that I look closer…”
Yeo Un-hui’s gaze shifted to the Black and White Demons.
He recognized those faces well enough.
In his past life, he had severed their heads with his own hands.
He knew all too well just how vile these creatures were.
Trash that had plagued the Central Plains for years with human trafficking and narcotics.
And yet those same pieces of filth were drinking wine alongside the Sichuan Tang Family’s young master?
This was something Yeo Un-hui had not foreseen.
“Ha.”
“What’s amusing?”
“Nothing. I knew he was garbage, but I didn’t realize he was this thoroughly corrupted.”
What could one even call this?
The word “irredeemable” hardly sufficed.
He was beginning to understand what this was about.
How things would unfold.
Dang Gu-hui had either already made a pact with the Black and White Demons, or was about to.
The terms and price of that contract were likely,
‘Sichuan itself.’
He was going to lend his hand to those foul drugs the Black and White Demons trafficked in, and to that abominable trade in the lives of innocent, powerless people. The madman.
By this point, it all came clear.
The feeling this man had harbored for his wife.
It was never love, never revenge, never resentment.
He had simply toyed with her life as though it were a plaything.
As his thoughts reached this conclusion, fury surged through him with renewed force.
He had made up his mind.
Today he would give every scrap of garbage in this place a taste of hell.
“Krhahaha!”
The Black and White Demons, who had been watching the situation unfold, rose from their seats.
“Well, well—looks like someone with a grudge against the Crown Prince, but it seems you’ve picked quite the wrong day, friend. How unfortunate.”
“Your Highness.”
“Speak.”
“Since today marks the beginning of our transaction, it would be our pleasure to deal with this one personally.”
“I am merely sorry to trouble you both with such trifles.”
Dang Gu-hui nodded in agreement.
At once, the Black and White Demons strode forward toward Yeo Un-hui.
The sheer height and bulky frames they possessed radiated immense pressure.
“What do you say?”
Black Demon, one half of the Black and White Demons pair, spoke with a mocking smile as he looked down at Yeo Un-hui.
“If you beg for your life even now, we might just let you live.”
Yeo Un-hui let out a soft chuckle.
He knew full well.
That these two had never once let an opponent walk away alive.
This was merely sport—toying with someone weaker than themselves.
“I refuse.”
“So you wish to die, then.”
They disliked the composure Yeo Un-hui maintained before them.
Soon the Black and White Demons’ eyes began to gleam with killing intent.
“You’ll regret this, you worm!”
Black Demon stretched out one enormous hand toward Yeo Un-hui’s head.
Yeo Un-hui raised his hand and caught it.
“You actually want to test your strength against mine? How amusing. Very well!”
The two locked hands and began a test of raw power.
But then,
“…What is this?!”
Under normal circumstances, his opponent’s arm should have already snapped, his body driven into the ground.
And it should have been only natural for him to kneel, weeping, pleading for his life.
Yet Yeo Un-hui stood perfectly intact.
“What in the…?”
“Brother! What are you doing?!”
“No, I—that is…”
“Is this truly all you have?”
“You, you bastard!”
Baited by Yeo Un-hui’s provocation, Black Demon poured every ounce of strength he possessed into the grip.
Crack! Crackle!
The ground beneath Yeo Un-hui’s feet began to cave in and crumble.
Yet Yeo Un-hui’s expression remained calm and unhurried.
“Graaaaahhh!”
He had exhausted every shred of his power, yet it made no difference.
“Now it’s my turn.”
“Wh-what? Ah, ah, ah, aaaghh!”
Boom! Crash!
Yeo Un-hui hoisted Black Demon up bodily and began hurling him against the ground—slam! slam!
Crash! Bang-bang!
“Grraaaghhh!”
Bang! Crash! Bang! Bang!
There was no chance to stop it—Black Demon continued to be hurled against the floor, his hand trapped in that iron grip.
The strength was terrifying.
“Uhhhhh…….”
Each impact felt as though his entire body might shatter.
A groan escaped Black Demon’s lips.
“You bastard!”
White Demon, momentarily stunned by the incomprehensible assault, finally collected himself and unleashed a Palm Technique.
But Yeo Un-hui, as though he had anticipated it all along, simply hurled Black Demon’s body directly into the path of the incoming strike.
Thud!
White Demon’s palm slammed squarely into Black Demon’s back.
“Hgghhhak!”
“No! My brother! How dare you lay hands on my brother!”
White Demon grabbed the fallen form and glared with savage fury.
Yet Yeo Un-hui only smiled.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to beg for your lives. I might just be in a merciful mood.”
He was simply returning the words that the Black and White Demons had spoken moments before.
Shame flushed their faces a deep crimson.
“You wretched dog! I’ll tear you to pieces!”
“Wait, brother. Hold on.”
Black Demon gathered himself and rose to his feet.
“He’s no ordinary man. We must not act rashly—we need a Combined Attack.”
“Mm.”
Their current state was truly pathetic.
To have made such bold declarations and now find themselves in this condition.
It was unbearable to lose face like this before Dang Gu-hui.
They could not simply endure any longer.
Knowing their opponent was skilled, they could afford no carelessness.
Then it was time.
The Black and White Demons stood side by side.
Clang!
The chains that had wound around their waists came loose.
Their signature weapon—the Colossal Strength Hammer.
As they seized the chains and began to spin them, the hammer heads shrieked through the air with vicious intensity.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoom! Whoom! Whoom! Whoom! Whoom!
As the hammers spun faster and faster, the air itself seemed to tear, and soon a tempest was born within the chamber.
The eyes of the Black and White Demons had grown cold and composed.
Though they had shown an embarrassing moment, they were certain that the Combined Attack for which they had become legendary throughout the Central Plains could not be stopped.
“I’ll shred your limbs to ribbons, you dog.”
“You’ll regret the day you set foot in this place…….”
Crash!
In that instant, White Demon’s eyes lost sight of the masked man.
And a terrible sound reached his ears.
…What?
His head turned involuntarily to the side.
Toward where his brother had been standing mere moments before.
There now stood the masked man, looking down at what remained of his brother—a crumpled heap of flesh and bone.
“Your preamble went on far too long, you know.”
The masked man smiled slightly at White Demon.
“No… no, brother?”
White Demon stared at Black Demon’s corpse, skull shattered, body still. He trembled uncontrollably.
His only blood kin, his brother, was dead.
“You… you bastard!”
White Demon poured every ounce of his strength into the chains.
The chains writhed like serpents, then whipped upright and hurtled toward Yeo Un-hui in a deadly arc.
Whiiiish!
A relentless barrage of attacks followed, each fueled by his rage.
Yet Yeo Un-hui evaded the endless assault with contemptuous ease.
Then, in one fluid motion, he drove his hand deep into the chains.
Ting!
As Yeo Un-hui’s hand plunged into the intersection where the chains had been crisscrossing, their trajectories shifted entirely.
“Gah!”
White Demon, no longer able to control the chains, lurched back in shock.
In that instant, Yeo Un-hui spoke.
“If your brothers’ deaths grieve you so deeply, you should have learned to cherish the brothers and families of others as well.”
“Aaaaaaagh! Noooooo!”
All command of the chains had passed to Yeo Un-hui.
And then—
Crash-whiiip!
The weights that had stalked Yeo Un-hui all this while now screamed toward White Demon.
Twice the speed of before.
“No, no, no, nooooo!”
Splurt!
With a horrific sound, White Demon’s head crushed like a melon.
Dead on impact.
A death scarcely different from his brother’s.
Thus the two demons who had ravaged the Central Plains met their end.
So utterly without ceremony.
Clank. Thud.
Yeo Un-hui cast the Black and White Demons’ chain to the ground.
Then he turned slowly to look at Dang Gu-hui.
Dang Gu-hui’s face had gone rigid and cold, his eyes fixed on Yeo Un-hui.
“You waited long enough?”
Only Yeo Un-hui’s eyes, visible above the black mask, widened in a circle.

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