My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 42

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42.

 

“Oh ho! So you’re the famous Seol Podoo. But….”

 

One-Eye said as he sat across from Seol Mujin.

 

“You’re just a kid?”

 

Just from his gait and movements, one could tell he had learned martial arts.

 

“Are you a Martial Artist?”

 

“I’m a Thug now.”

 

One-Eye said to the Thug.

 

“We have a guest, so we should serve tea.”

 

When the Thug brought out tea, One-Eye filled the cup.

 

“I heard that Black Society tributes go through Seol Podoo.”

 

Seol Mujin just stared at One-Eye quietly.

 

“We’re not used to paying tributes to anyone originally.”

 

One-Eye drank the steaming hot tea in one gulp.

 

Then he crushed the Tea Cup in his hand into small pieces.

 

It was strength that an ordinary person couldn’t display.

 

Ordinary Government Officials would have shown some reaction at this point, but Seol Mujin’s eyes didn’t even waver.

 

‘He has backbone.’

 

Even thinking that, he still considered him just a government lackey.

 

Breaking the long silence, Seol Mujin’s voice was heard.

 

“Someone like you can’t be the leader.”

 

‘Someone like me?’

 

Tap! Tap! Tap!

 

Seol Mujin’s index finger tapped the Table.

 

“By this time tomorrow, your leader needs to be here. I don’t care if it’s a Dark Path Sect from Murim or whatever. In Jinan’s nights, I am the law.”

 

As Seol Mujin stood up, One-Eye asked.

 

“What if we don’t follow that law?”

 

“Something interesting will happen.”

 

The smile on Seol Mujin’s lips somehow looked eerie.

 

Watching Seol Mujin leave, One-Eye muttered.

 

“They kept saying Seol Podoo, Seol Podoo, and there’s a reason for it. Should I prepare a funeral altar for that bastard tomorrow or not.”

 

***

 

“Brother. Since you couldn’t do Internal Energy Cultivation for a while, you need to work harder starting today, right?”

 

“You’ll need to work even harder to learn Traceless Ten Thousand Li Wind. Big brother.”

 

The Triplets didn’t ask about the Black Society.

 

Even if the new Black Society was a Dark Path Sect, they wouldn’t be a match for Seol Mujin.

 

“Should I work up a sweat after a long time?”

 

Internal Energy Cultivation was difficult, but he didn’t dislike it.

 

Seol Mujin enjoyed having something he could work hard at.

 

In that sense, Martial Arts was close to an endless source of enjoyment.

 

Everything tends to become boring once you reach the peak, but Martial Arts had no such thing.

 

Seol Mujin was still lacking and would feel the same way even ten years later.

 

After training Sword Technique, Fist Technique, Footwork Technique, and even Traceless Ten Thousand Li Wind until dawn, he was completely exhausted.

 

So he slept well too.

 

The next day, as soon as he opened his eyes, he washed up and headed to Yeonji-ru.

 

He was a little worried about how Hwa Yeonshim was doing after leaving her alone.

 

“Hohoho! Sister, you really know a lot? Then what’s good for the skin?”

 

“There’s nothing better than bathing with Red Silver Grass and Lotus Root.”

 

Hwa Yeonshim was chatting in the Courtyard with two Gisaengs who had woken up early.

 

“Oh my! Mujin-i is here!”

 

The Gisaengs welcomed Seol Mujin every time they met.

 

After greeting the Gisaengs, Seol Mujin asked Hwa Yeonshim.

 

“Did you spend last night well?”

 

“Yes. Thanks to you, I had a comfortable night.”

 

“That’s a relief.”

 

Since Hwa Yeonshim seemed to like her night at Yeonji-ru, he couldn’t ask when she would be leaving.

 

Hwa Yeonshim asked.

 

“By any chance, do you have time tonight?”

 

“I think I’ll be busy today.”

 

It was bound to be a busy day since there would be friction with the new Black Society.

 

“Then come when you’re free. I’ll prepare a good gift.”

 

A Courtesan clapped her hands.

 

“Oh my! What could be a good gift for Mujin-i?”

 

“A good gift for a man would obviously be an aphrodisiac!”

 

“Does our Mujin-i need an aphrodisiac? If not, even this sister could…”

 

“You wench, do you want to get stoned to death?”

 

“If I could be held in Mujin-i’s arms just once, I’d have no regrets even if I got stoned to death! Hohoho!”

 

Seol Mujin hurriedly said goodbye and arrived late to work.

 

His direct superior, Gwak Nogun, was in the Autopsy Room dissecting a corpse.

 

“Perfect timing.”

 

“Is there something new about the corpse?”

 

“No, a murder case occurred. Two constables were dispatched, but those bumbling fools can’t solve the case.”

 

Since there was time left before his appointment with the new Black Society, Seol Mujin decided to solve the murder case first.

 

Unless it was an extremely complicated case, he could deduce the culprit to some extent just by looking at the scene.

 

The crime scene was a family House in a Residential Area.

 

It was a not-so-large House with a small Courtyard, a Kitchen in the middle, and rooms on both sides.

 

“Seol Podoo!”

 

As he entered the courtyard, a constable who had been there for less than a year welcomed Seol Mujin.

 

Twenty-six-year-old Oh Cheongun was someone who became a constable after failing the military examination three or four times.

 

“The place where the murder occurred is this room.”

 

Oh Cheongun guided Seol Mujin to the left room.

 

Inside the room were one constable, three men, and one corpse.

 

While examining the corpse lying on the floor, Oh Cheongun spoke.

 

“Four friends were drinking when suddenly three men broke in, killed the victim, and fled.”

 

There were no traces of being stabbed by a weapon.

 

There was a lot of blood from the back of the head, and blood was smeared on the broken edge of the bed.

 

‘The cause of death was falling and hitting the back of his head on the bed edge.’

 

Besides that, wounds were visible on the face.

 

Seol Mujin lifted the corpse’s clothes.

 

As expected, there were quite a few marks of being hit on the upper body.

 

Along with the overturned table, broken wine bottles and wine cups, jerky and such were still scattered throughout the room.

 

Seol Mujin glanced at the three men in their early thirties.

 

One or two wounds were visible on their faces as well.

 

Seol Mujin asked one of the men.

 

“Those wounds on your face?”

 

The startled man answered.

 

“They happened while fighting with the intruders.”

 

An anxious expression and trembling voice.

 

Of course he’d be anxious since the head constable came to question him.

 

“The corpse has many wounds, but you seem to have been hit only three or four times?”

 

“They had a grudge against dead Chilbong-i, so they focused on beating only Chilbong-i.”

 

When Seol Mujin looked at the other two men, they subtly avoided his gaze.

 

It was the characteristic behavior of those who had committed crimes.

 

“Those present at a murder scene are always the most likely suspects.”

 

The three men shouted in unison.

 

“We didn’t kill him!”

 

“Strong denial is affirmation.”

 

Crouching down and examining all around, Seol Mujin saw something under the decorative cabinet.

 

The decorative cabinet was made of solid wood and looked like it weighed at least two hundred geun, but Seol Mujin easily pushed it aside.

 

Underneath were two mahjong tiles and thirteen coins.

 

Judging by how they were placed on the accumulated dust, they had been put there very recently.

 

Most likely last night.

 

“You said you were drinking?”

 

“Yes? Yes.”

 

“Just drinking?”

 

“That… that’s right.”

 

It’s not anxiety, it’s a lie.

 

After scanning the scattered tables and chairs, Seol Mujin went back to the corpse.

 

Fumbling through the sleeves, Seol Mujin found a mahjong tile inside.

 

It was one of the best tiles in mahjong.

 

“Hmm. So that’s what it was.”

 

Oh Cheongun asked.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Arrest those three men as the culprits.”

 

Both constables and all three men were shocked.

 

“W-we didn’t kill him! D-do you have evidence?”

 

“You four were gambling with mahjong tiles. The reason you deliberately hid the fact that you played mahjong is because you must have fought with each other before while playing mahjong. It wasn’t just once or twice, so rumors must have spread. Last night you fought again while playing mahjong. The dead man was cheating.”

 

Seol Mujin shook the mahjong tile that came from the corpse’s sleeve.

 

“You didn’t have the skill to find this evidence, but since you kept losing, you must have been certain. That’s how the fight started, and since it was three against one, this result was inevitable.”

 

Seol Mujin pointed at the corpse.

 

“W-we didn’t… didn’t kill…”

 

“Think carefully before you speak. Assault and murder are clearly different. Who was the one that pushed him into the bed corner? It must have been one person, and if you don’t confess, all three of you will become murderers.”

 

Two of the three men looked at the man with a mole under his nose.

 

“So it’s you?”

 

When Seol Mujin pointed at Spotted Face, Spotted Face shouted at the two men.

 

“You bastards! You fought together too!”

 

“It’s true that Chilbong-i died because you pushed him!”

 

“Right! You’re the one who killed him!”

 

“These bastards!”

 

When Spotted Face tried to rush at them, Seol Mujin tripped him.

 

A constable jumped on Spotted Face, who had fallen roughly on the floor, and tied him up.

 

Oh Cheongun asked Seol Mujin.

 

“What should we do with those two?”

 

“What do you mean what should we do? We have to arrest them as murderers.”

 

The two men jumped up in shock.

 

“What? We just committed assault…”

 

“How can that be? If three people beat someone to death, all three are murderers. You bastards have no loyalty.”

 

“Damn it!”

 

One guy who rushed at Seol Mujin got his jaw shattered and went flying.

 

“Transport them. I’ll go ahead.”

 

Oh Cheongun watched Seol Mujin’s retreating figure with eyes full of respect.

 

He could understand why Seol Mujin was called Jinan’s greatest head constable at such a young age.

 

Seol Mujin returned to the Government Office and went to find Go Bongsu.

 

“You’re late for work.”

 

The scolding was because he was curious about yesterday’s visit to the Black Society.

 

“I just solved a murder case.”

 

“Still, at least you’re not slacking off. What about the underworld?”

 

“Regarding that matter, I have something to tell you, sir.”

 

Go Bongsu’s upper body leaned toward Seol Mujin.

 

“What is it?”

 

“If the government office needs help, please assist unconditionally.”

 

“Huh? Are they that strong? Strong enough to mobilize government forces?”

 

“It’s not the government’s military power that might be needed, but its authority. The fight could unexpectedly escalate.”

 

“The fight escalates?”

 

“It seems like a martial arts sect is trying to take over the Jinan underworld.”

 

“Martial artists? These bastards have really overstepped their bounds! The underworld is clearly under government jurisdiction, yet the murim is encroaching?”

 

“That’s why I’m going to crush them, but I don’t know how large their forces are.”

 

“If they’re too big, you’ll be in danger. I know your skills well, but they’re still martial artists. How about mobilizing government forces?”

 

“Then it’ll just make the situation messier. I’ll handle it cleanly by myself, so if legal problems arise later, please act as my shield by saying it was your order.”

 

“Of course! How could I refuse to be your shield!”

 

“Then I’ll be going.”

 

As Seol Mujin stood up, Go Bongsu asked ‘Are you really sure you don’t need government forces?’ and after Seol Mujin replied ‘It’s fine,’ he left the office.

 

Since it was the appointed time, Seol Mujin headed to the Wangho Association.

 

Would the leader be there as he demanded?

 

If so, who would it be?

 

Arriving at the Wangho Association with various thoughts, six men were waiting.

 

There was One-Eye whom he met yesterday, Baldy whom he’d heard about from Zhuge Sangun, and four other men he didn’t know.

 

The gazes of the men sitting in chairs or leaning against tables focused on Seol Mujin.

 

Seol Mujin looked over the six men thoroughly.

 

Meanwhile, Baldy asked One-Eye.

 

“Is that him?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“He’s just a kid?”

 

“That’s how he looks.”

 

Seol Mujin looked at a bearded man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties among the six.

 

His shortly grown beard was well-groomed and his features were gentle, making him look like a scholar.

 

“Is it you?”

 

At Seol Mujin’s question, the eyebrows of the six men twitched.

 

“Where does this young bastard get off speaking informally…!”

 

The tattooed man flared up, but the bearded man stopped him.

 

“So you’re the famous Constable Seol. I heard you were young, but seeing you in person, I can really see the peach fuzz.”

 

“I can tell you’re their leader, but are you the final leader of this organization?”

 

“What if I am?”

 

“Then we need to negotiate.”

 

Seol Mujin sat in a chair and pointed to the seat across from him.

 

The bearded man sat in front of Seol Mujin and said.

 

“Seems like you want something.”

 

“What I want is just one thing.”

 

“Tribute money?”

 

The Bearded Man spat out those three words and chuckled.

 

“We’re not used to offering anything to anyone.”

 

“Everyone has a first time.”

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