My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 20
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20.
“How is this your fault? Bad guys are just bad. Think of it as being bitten by a mad dog.”
Hwa Seonhwa tried to let it slide, but the anger boiling in Seol Mujin’s chest wouldn’t subside so easily.
To others, Yeonji-ru might just be a pleasure house, but to Seol Mujin it was a home more cozy and warm than anywhere else.
Bad guys had destroyed such a home, and he should just endure it?
If he left such bastards alone, would it end with just this once?
Seol Mujin quietly called out to Yeon Seobi.
“What kind of people were they?”
“You heard Master Ruju. Just let it go.”
“How many mouths are there in this pleasure house? Do you think I can’t find out if not from you, sister?”
“There were plenty of girls who would spill everything if you just took off your shirt.”
“No, I won’t be taking off my shirt…”
“Do you know the Wangho Gang?”
He didn’t need to search his memory for long.
“That Black Society that controls the Yeongun Road area?”
“The guy you beat up was the brother of Wang Seongil, the Wangho Gang Leader. He came for revenge because his brother ended up like that.”
“Then you should have told me quickly.”
“As if the madam who cherishes you terribly would do such a thing.”
“The Wangho Gang, you said?”
“You’re not thinking something else, are you? Just consider it being bitten by a mad dog like the madam said.”
“If a mad dog bites people, you have to beat it to death.”
“The Wangho Gang has over twenty members. The Black Society are people who think nothing of killing one or two people. And…”
“And what?”
“It doesn’t seem like it was a coincidence that the Gang Leader’s Brother came and caused trouble.”
“You mean it was planned?”
“They’ve been threatening the madam to pay protection money for several days now.”
“That wasn’t a thing before.”
Instead of purchasing alcohol and supplies through the Wangho Gang at higher prices than elsewhere, not touching the pleasure house was the tacit deal with the Wangho Gang.
“The Wangho Gang is getting greedy. Since Yeonji-ru has been doing pretty good business lately.”
Sometimes pleasure houses end up falling into the hands of the Black Society this way.
“I understand.”
“Don’t get any other ideas. Got it?”
Yeon Seobi left after giving her warning, but the flames of burning anger in Seol Mujin’s chest did not subside.
“What are you going to do?”
“You startled me!”
When he looked up, he could see the Triplets’ faces clustered together on the roof.
“What are you doing up there?”
The Triplets came down from the roof.
“Going to the Wangho Gang?”
“Will you be okay? They say there are over twenty thugs?”
Seol Mujin said as he left Yeonji-ru.
“If I can’t even protect my own home, what’s the point of learning martial arts.”
Seol Mantong nodded his head.
“Right. Anyone who can’t protect their own home should have their balls cut off.”
As Seol Mujin headed toward the Wangho Gang Headquarters, thoughts of victory or defeat weren’t in his mind.
There was no fear of death either.
The reason he had to fight was clear, so he would simply fight.
In his chest, instead of weighing victory and defeat or fear, only cold anger filled him.
There are too many bad people in this world.
And long ago, he had killed two of those many bad people.
The memory of that time, the sensation he felt when killing them, came alive.
It was the same then as now – he did it because it had to be done.
The Wangho Gang was located somewhere between the Downtown District and residential areas where only dogs barked noisily.
Through the open door, the thugs on the First Floor were clearly visible.
Fourteen thugs sitting on haphazardly placed chairs were giggling and chatting.
“You guys wait here. I’ll go alone and come back.”
“Really? Will you be okay by yourself?”
At Seol Ryeoseon’s question, Seol Mujin answered while looking at the thugs.
“This is something I have to handle.”
Seol Mantong said “He’s a real man” toward Seol Mujin walking toward the Wangho Gang headquarters.
“Are we really just going to watch from here?”
Though she didn’t think Seol Mujin would be harmed by mere thugs, Seol Ryeoseon was still anxious.
When facing such numbers, randomly swung blind blades are the most frightening.
Seol Changho picked up three stones rolling on the street.
“Only when it’s really dangerous.”
“Would there be anything for us to handle?”
Even as Seol Ryeoseon said this, she gathered four stones.
“If they even graze hyung’s finger, I’ll smash their heads.”
Seol Mantong picked up stones as he saw them and put them in his pouch.
“Are you planning to kill them all before oppa has to lift a finger?”
Just then, with a short scream, the thug in front of Seol Mujin went tumbling with a crash.
The thirteen startled thugs jumped up from their seats.
“Hey, you bastard, what are you!”
Seol Mujin closed the Main Gate he had entered through and put a lock on it.
“Tell the gang leader that Seol Mujin from Yeonji-ru has come to see him.”
Seol Mujin’s voice was as calm as if he were looking for a friend.
A thug with an eye patch covering his left eye recognized Seol Mujin.
“Are you the Jeom Soi from Yeonji-ru?”
A thug with particularly small eyes swaggered up to Seol Mujin.
“You came because of last night’s incident?”
“Boss.”
“Look at this bastard. Did you send the boss’s brother to the physician?”
The thugs took Seol Mujin’s silence as confirmation.
“When we asked who the culprit was, you wouldn’t tell us, but now you’ve come walking right to us.”
The thugs who had been standing in disorder began to move and surrounded Seol Mujin.
From the second floor came the sound of heavy footsteps descending the stairs.
“What’s all this commotion about?”
There were two of them.
Janghan, a man in his early forties with a mustache and a flat nose, followed by a young man around thirty who looked more like a scholar than a thug.
“Boss!”
The thugs all bowed in unison to the mustached man.
Seol Mujin fixed his gaze on Wang Seongil, the Wangho Gang Leader, who was approaching from the front.
Wang Seongil glanced at the thug who was getting up after being hit by Seol Mujin, then spoke.
“Why is a brat whose ink hasn’t even dried on the family register trying so hard to get himself killed?”
“Since I destroyed Yeonji-ru, I have to pay the price.”
Seol Mujin spoke quite maturely.
“Price? Pfft!”
When Wang Seongil burst into laughter, the thugs followed suit with loud guffaws.
After laughing for a while, Wang Seongil spoke with laughter still lingering in his voice.
“How exactly will you pay this price?”
“Apologize to Master Ruju and compensate for the damage to Yeonji-ru. Including the losses from not being able to operate for several days.”
Wang Seongil, who had been staring at Seol Mujin, asked a nearby thug.
“What did you say that bastard’s name was?”
“He said it was Seol Mujin.”
The laughter had already disappeared from Wang Seongil’s face.
“Listen carefully, you little shit, because I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen from now on. You’re going to get beaten to death here and buried on the mountain, and that pathetic Yeonji-ru is going to burn to ashes. It wouldn’t be bad to build a proper new pleasure house in its place. And all the courtesans who worked there will be sold off to the red light district. That’s the price for not revealing your name until the end. And Ruju. What was Ruju’s name again?”
Someone informed him, “It’s Hwa Seonhwa.”
“Right, that bitch.”
If he wasn’t going to call her by name anyway, why did he keep asking?
“She’s getting on in years but still pretty. I’ll throw that bitch into an opium den too. Among the opium addicts, there are bastards who go crazy for women. How’s that? Can you picture it?”
As the story continued, Wang Seongil’s words pierced his chest, making it swell with emotion.
Each word Wang Seongil spat became anger that piled up layer by layer.
Though he didn’t realize it himself, Seol Mujin’s face had turned cold.
The chill that covered him was another name for killing intent.
“You did well to come find me.”
“What?”
“There’s no better medicine for a mad dog than a beating.”
“Funny bastard. Hey!”
Wang Seongil gestured toward the thugs.
The first to move was the thug who had been positioned behind Seol Mujin.
Just as he lifted the chair he had been sitting on to bring it down on Seol Mujin’s head.
As if he had eyes on the back of his head, Seol Mujin sent the thug flying with a back kick.
The thug who crashed into the locked door fell headfirst to the floor and didn’t move.
“Kill that bastard!”
At Wang Seongil’s shout, the thugs all rushed forward at once.
Some were bare-handed while others held weapons like short swords and daggers.
Taking a large step forward and deflecting a short sword over his shoulder, Seol Mujin grabbed the thug’s arm and threw him down.
Another thug who got hit in the head by the legs of the spinning thug screamed and collapsed.
“Die!”
Seol Mujin dove into the chest of the shouting thug, struck his chin upward with his elbow to shatter it, then spun around and smashed another thug’s nose with the back of his hand.
Two strikes weren’t necessary.
With just one blow each, bones were broken and shattered, and the thugs could only writhe at best, unable to stand up.
The thirteen thugs were utterly routed in literally the blink of an eye.
It was so fast that even the Triplets, who had been ready to throw stones through the windows at any moment, were surprised.
“Is this really his first real combat?”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Having high martial arts doesn’t necessarily mean being good at fighting.
In a first fight, especially a life-or-death battle, one would naturally become rigid with tension.
The same was true for the Triplets.
Even though they had risked their lives climbing cliffs and crossed the threshold of death through extreme training, their first fight was difficult.
That’s why they held stones in their hands even though they knew Seol Mujin would win.
But Seol Mujin fought like a battle-hardened veteran, mocking their expectations.
The martial techniques of the Three Talents Fist Technique were precise, and the Mysterious Black Tortoise Shadow Step was utterly natural.
His detection of enemies positioned behind him was also flawless.
Seol Mujin’s breathing wasn’t even rough from the easy fight.
“You… you’re not a Jeom Soi, are you?”
Wang Seongil, pointing his finger at Seol Mujin, couldn’t believe it.
A mere Jeom Soi fighting like a Martial Artist?
Wang Seongil, who had been hesitantly backing away, shouted at The Man standing behind him.
“Hey! What are you doing! Stop that bastard!”
The face of The Man who looked like a Scholar held even greater fear than Wang Seongil’s.
The Man who was backing away tripped on the stairs and fell on his bottom.
“You stupid bastard!”
Wang Seongil picked up a broken table leg and charged at Seol Mujin.
Being the leader didn’t make him stronger than his subordinates.
Thunk!
The wooden stick that was falling toward his head was easily caught in Seol Mujin’s hand.
Seol Mujin’s fist, thrown from close range, wasn’t even visible to Wang Seongil.
Crack!
“Urgh!”
Blood burst from his lips as four teeth came tumbling out.
Wang Seongil staggered back and said.
“I… I lost. Let’s stop… Ugh!”
A fist drove into his side, and Wang Seongil dropped to his knees with a scream.
“Just as you can’t harvest rice in winter, everything has its time. Your decision came too late.”
Once again, a fist drove into Wang Seongil’s face.
With the sound of his cheekbone breaking, several more molars made their escape.
Wang Seongil, grabbed by the collar by Seol Mujin, went limp.
If he hit him any more, he might die.
The thought ‘Should I kill him?’ briefly crossed his mind, but Seol Mujin let go of the collar.
Because killing someone here might lead to troublesome complications.
After releasing Wang Seongil’s collar, Seol Mujin looked at The Man who was trembling.
“I… I didn’t hit anyone.”
“Then what were you doing here?”
“I… I was just managing the Wangho Gang…”
“Then you’re one of them.”
Kicked in the chest by Seol Mujin, The Man broke through the Stairs and was buried inside.
Looking around at the Thugs writhing like insects, Seol Mujin finally let out a long breath.
Even he hadn’t expected to subdue his enemies so quickly and easily.
When Seol Mujin opened the door and came out, the Triplets with their hands behind their backs greeted him.
The way their lips twitched seemed like they were forcibly holding back laughter.
“Oppa, you’re not getting conceited, are you?”
“Huh…?”
Somehow it felt like she’d hit the mark.
Seol Changho patted Seol Mujin’s bottom again.
“It’s okay. Today you can enjoy yourself enough.”
“Right! You should enjoy what you can enjoy! Though it feels unsatisfying because it wasn’t enough.”
At Seol Ryeoseon’s words, Seol Mujin asked.
“What wasn’t enough?”
Seol Mantong pointed at the Thugs with his thumb.
“Will that be enough? You should have killed three or four of them as an example.”
Seol Mujin pushed Seol Ryeoseon and Seol Mantong’s backs.
“Let’s just leave it at this for today.”
As Seol Mujin returned home, he truly realized that he had learned Martial Arts.
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