My Father Is the Number One Under Heaven - Chapter 84

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Chapter 84. What on earth was happening?
Gu Wangbiao, accompanied by Nak Seokdo, had made his way to a remote corner of the Peng Family compound—a Training Grounds that he’d long understood to be sparsely trafficked.
Yet,
“Hrah-rah-rah-rah!”
“Gaaaaaaahhh!”
“I can do this! I can do this!”
The place was no longer remotely quiet.
The Baekrang Division was training with the intensity of life-or-death struggle, and their voices rang out ceaselessly—a bedlam of clamor and effort.
“What?”
Gu Wangbiao’s eyes widened the moment he arrived at the Training Grounds.
He couldn’t make sense of what he was seeing.
It was clearly training, yes—but training at such a brutal, unrelenting intensity that calling it “hell-level” wouldn’t be an overstatement.
Any observer might have thought the Peng Family was preparing for some great war. Each of the trainees was giving absolutely everything they had.
A grim determination radiated from them—the will to never fall behind, to rather die than falter—and that intensity struck Gu Wangbiao like a physical force.
Had he witnessed this scene elsewhere, under different circumstances, Gu Wangbiao would have felt nothing but pure admiration.
He would have thought them extraordinary. Capable of great deeds.
But now? He couldn’t manage that.
Because the ones pushing themselves so brutally were none other than the Baekrang Division.
And so, instead of admiration, Gu Wangbiao found himself entertaining a more cynical suspicion: had these wretches poisoned themselves somehow? Or were they under some sort of coercion, compelled to endure this against their will?
Because in all his years, the Baekrang Division had been the most headstrong, the most difficult to control—and seeing them train without a single complaint or whine simply didn’t make sense.
No matter how many times he looked, it still seemed impossible.
Those bastards—he was sure it was really them.
He blinked hard, rubbed his eyes repeatedly, and yet the damned wretches were unmistakably there.
Ha.
At this point, surprise had given way to sheer bewilderment.
How was such a thing even possible?
“I imagine it must seem strange,” Nak Seokdo said, noting Gu Wangbiao’s astonishment.
His tone suggested he understood the reaction perfectly.
“When I first saw it myself, I was too startled to speak for quite some time.”
“You’re saying this training hasn’t just been happening today, then?”
“No, sir. It’s been going on for some time now. In fact, some of our Baekmu Division were so inspired they wanted to try the same intensity. We made an effort, but within two days, everyone threw in the towel—said they couldn’t possibly manage it.”
The more Nak Seokdo spoke, the less he understood the Baekrang Division.
“Why do they push themselves to such extremes in training from the outset? Frankly, it makes no sense to me. What possible reason could their commander have for putting them through such grueling work every single day? And why do they endure it without complaint? No one’s promised them a fortune. It doesn’t add up.”
“Hmm.”
It was genuinely surprising.
These weren’t the sort of men who would sustain such brutal training for so long.
What in heaven’s name was happening to them?
For now, he hadn’t the faintest idea.
“Ah, there he is.”
Nak Seokdo pointed toward a figure in the distance.
There stood a remarkably handsome man, deep in conversation with Peng Sejin.
Ah, so that was the one.
They seemed to be getting along quite well together.
From what Gu Wangbiao knew, though Peng Sejin appeared outwardly sociable, he was genuinely close to very few people.
Having observed Peng Sejin for so many years, Gu Wangbiao could gauge from his expression alone how he truly regarded someone.
And right now, Peng Sejin seemed to hold this stranger in considerable favor.
‘A truly curious fellow.’
The longer Gu Wangbiao watched, the more curious this handsome stranger became to him.
What was it about him that made everyone follow him so willingly?
Gu Wangbiao found himself desperate to know.
Soon he set off toward them with long, purposeful strides.
As he approached, the eyes of the training Baekrang Division, Yeo Unhui, and Peng Sejin naturally turned toward him.
The faces of those who recognized Gu Wangbiao brightened at once.
“Oh! The elder has arrived!”
“Elder! You’ve returned!”
The Baekrang Division, uncharacteristically delighted, rushed toward him.
In response, Gu Wangbiao waved them away dismissively, as if shooing stray dogs from his doorstep.
“Don’t pretend to be happy! You blockheads! What’s there to be glad about!”
“Ha-ha! See, he really is entertaining!”
Despite his scolding, the Baekrang Division laughed without hesitation.
They knew better than anyone.
They knew who had scrambled tirelessly to clean up the mess they’d made in the name of doing what was right, and who had stood by them without ever giving up.
So Gu Wangbiao was someone they felt deeply grateful to, indebted to, and sorry toward.
Even Ki Su and Ki Sang, brothers for whom a sharp frown had become their daily habit, wore smiles across their faces now.
Yet despite what they’d said, Gu Wangbiao’s eyes gleamed with genuine warmth as he looked upon the Baekrang Division.
Peng Sejin, recognizing Gu Wangbiao, approached him alongside Yeo Unhui.
“Elder. We heard you were returning. Welcome home.”
“Ha ha. So my little brat has grown into such a proper speaker.”
“Ahem! Anyone watching would think I’d just returned from a childhood vacation. And in front of everyone like this, can’t you stop treating me like a child……?”
“Oh ho. This rascal. So you’ve grown up now. Just ten years ago, you would have come running and thrown your arms around me, uncle’s back.”
“It was fourteen years ago. Fourteen years! And please, couldn’t you just forget those memories? Why do you keep dredging them up more and more as time goes on? It’s embarrassing.”
“Ah well, of course! Such precious memories they are. Hehehehe.”
…….
“So you’re the one.”
Leaving Peng Sejin, who seemed to be losing words the more he dealt with Gu Wangbiao, Gu Wangbiao’s gaze shifted to the handsome man standing beside him.
“I’m Gu Wangbiao. I oversee the Baekmu Division.”
“It’s an honor to meet you, Elder. My wife and her brother have told me much about you. I’m Yeo Unhui.”
Yeo Unhui bowed with proper courtesy.
But in truth, the moment he laid eyes on Gu Wangbiao, he started.
His face resembled someone far too closely.
At that very moment, there was someone trying to slip out of the Training Grounds unnoticed.
Spotting this from behind Yeo Unhui, Gu Wangbiao let out a booming laugh and spoke in a voice that rang like a bell.
“Taesan, you rascal! Your uncle comes back after all this time and you won’t even acknowledge him—where do you think you’re going!”
At that,
Flinch.
With that single word from Gu Wangbiao, the eyes of everyone present locked onto the back of the figure who had been about to slip out of the Training Grounds.
It was Gu Taesan.
He scratched his head and looked back at Gu Wangbiao.
“Ahem. Oh, you’ve arrived, Uncle. How, uh… how has your health been?”
“Quick to ask, aren’t you. Damn brat.”
“Ha ha… I didn’t mean it like that…….”
Ah, now he understood.
Yeo Unhui nodded as comprehension dawned on him.
They looked far too similar—it seemed Elder Gu Wangbiao was Gu Taesan’s uncle.
“Surprised, weren’t you?”
At some point, Peng Dohwan had drawn near and spoke to Yeo Unhui as though sharing understanding.
“At first we didn’t notice, but they’re so alike that everyone gets a shock when they find out. It’s something we all go through.”
Soon after, Ki Su and Ki Sang slipped in with a comment.
“I still can’t get used to it, honestly. That Gu Taesan is from the same prestigious family as the Elder? And they call it a prestigious family, no less.”
“The strange thing is, both look nearly identical, but somehow Elder Gu carries it so naturally, whereas Gu Taesan looks nothing like the son of a noble household. Don’t you think so, Commander?”
Yeo Unhui let out a soft chuckle.
It really was unsuitable—utterly unsuitable.
At the sight of this, Gu Taesan’s face flushed red and purple.
“Hey, you bastards! What are you saying! Why am I—”
“If you had a conscience, you wouldn’t say ‘why me’ like that, would you? Brother?”
“That’s right. I’d say the same thing if I were you. Honestly, it’s not about looks—we figured it out when we saw the Elder. This is proof that even the soul has its nobility.”
“Damn it, you little shits!”
“Hey. Hey. Back off. Back off. Our bear brother’s lost it!”
“Who’s a bear, you bastards!”
Watching Gu Taesan chase after Ki Su and Ki Sang to swat them, Gu Wangbiao laughed heartily.
“Anyway, funny lot they are. Making such jokes even with an elder standing right here. Wouldn’t you say?”
“I believe your influence is largely responsible, Elder.”
“Some joke. Hehehehe.”
“That’s not a joke…….”
Gu Wangbiao patted Peng Sejin on the back as though amused, and his hand was so large that Peng Sejin staggered at the impact.
Seeing Peng Sejin in such an unusual state, Yeo Unhui found himself laughing despite himself.
Everyone seemed to lose their composure in front of Elder Gu Wangbiao, even Peng Sejin.
Though Peng Sejin complained incessantly and out of character in front of Gu Wangbiao, it was plain as day that he genuinely cared for him.
And he understood why.
Even in the brief time he’d observed him, Gu Wangbiao struck him as a truly magnanimous and warm-hearted man.
Then, quite suddenly, Gu Wangbiao fixed his gaze upon Yeo Unhui.
Yeo Unhui tilted his head quizzically. “Is something the matter? Do I have something on my face?”
“Is something the matter? Do I have something on my face?”
“You really haven’t studied Martial Arts, have you?”
Gu Wangbiao’s expression shifted to one of mild surprise.
“There’s nothing particularly remarkable about you, yet these ruffians follow you so faithfully. How extraordinary. How did you manage it?”
“Perhaps sincerity reached them?”
O Chaemu, who had been silent until then, interjected softly.
“Sincerity? These brutes respond to sincerity? You lot?”
“Why the surprise? Where else will you find men who speak so freely, heart to heart, as we do?”
“Fist to fist, more like. In any case, it’s remarkable that these wolves have taken to someone. I’ve lived a long time, but this is worth seeing.”
It was truly a relief.
Gu Wangbiao, who carried the weight of the Baekrang Division’s concerns in his thoughts every waking moment, felt this more acutely than most.
He broke into a broad smile and looked at Yeo Unhui.
“In any case, this is welcome news to me, and so I’ve taken the liberty of seeking you out unannounced. If I’ve intruded, I hope you’ll forgive me.”
“Not at all. I myself had wished to meet with you, and I’m grateful you’ve come first. I ask only that you guide us well going forward.”
He was an interesting man.
There was something reassuring about him—a sense of dependability.
Yeo Unhui found himself thinking that the Peng Family would become even more interesting with him around.
And yet—
“Oh? Is that so? You ask that I guide you well, do you?” Gu Wangbiao’s eyes suddenly gleamed.
The moment he heard Yeo Unhui’s words, Gu Wangbiao’s gaze ignited with intensity.
“Yes? Ah, well, yes. That is to say—”
In that instant when Yeo Unhui faltered, Peng Sejin’s face had grown deathly pale.

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