My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 43
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43.
“Since the Government Office and Murim don’t interfere with each other like river water and well water, how about we quietly mind our own business?”
“Since when did the Black Society become part of Murim?”
“Since we took over the Black Society?”
“So you won’t pay the tribute money?”
“Shouldn’t you be grateful there’s no bloodshed? Government Officials value their lives too, and it hurts when you get injured.”
“Double.”
“Huh?”
“From now on, the tribute money you have to pay is double the original amount. You know the date.”
“I’m sure I made it clear? We have no intention of paying that kind of thing.”
“Triple.”
The Bearded Man’s expression stiffened slightly.
“If you keep running your mouth, it’ll keep going up.”
“This bastard’s funny.”
“Quadruple.”
“Raise it more.”
“Quintuple.”
“More.”
Seol Mujin shook his head.
“That’s the maximum. You won’t have a single penny left. So leave Jinan right now.”
“What if we refuse?”
“You’ll have to leave covered in white cloth. If you want a proper funeral before that, write down the address to send your corpses.”
Click!
Baldy in the back locked the door.
As fierce Killing Intent spread through the air, the Bearded Man spoke.
“This is your last chance. The Government Office and Black Society remain strangers to each other. Promise just this one thing and we’ll let you go peacefully.”
“Looks like you have no intention of writing down an address. Then we’ll just bury your corpses on some random mountain.”
“Haha! Well, this is something. When there’s no tiger on the mountain, the fox becomes king. Dealing only with Black Society trash must have made you look down on Martial Artists? I’ll cut off your head and negotiate directly with the Magistrate.”
Whoosh—!
One-Eye, who had been standing in the back, brought his knife down toward Seol Mujin’s crown.
The six men had no doubt that this single strike would split Seol Mujin’s head in half.
Crack!
But the only thing that broke was the chair Seol Mujin had been sitting on.
Seol Mujin, who had somehow moved to the left, now held a club in his hand.
“Those who attempt to murder Government Officials deserve to die.”
One-Eye’s knife sliced through the air again, but Seol Mujin diving into One-Eye’s embrace was much faster.
Crack!
One-Eye’s jaw, caught by the end of the club, shattered into pieces.
With a short scream, One-Eye collapsed forward helplessly.
He died in one blow.
“Seongchil!”
Baldy called out, but a corpse couldn’t answer.
“You bastard!”
“Be careful!”
Despite the Bearded Man’s warning, Baldy swung his fist toward Seol Mujin.
Whoosh—!
It was fast enough to make a sound cutting through the air, but too slow to catch Seol Mujin.
As he deflected the fist over his head, the club struck the side.
Crack!
“Huk!”
The sound of ribs breaking and a scream burst out simultaneously, then Baldy fell to his knees.
Blood gushed from his mouth with pieces of internal organs mixed in.
And so Baldy died too.
“I had expectations since you’re Martial Artists, but why are you so weak?”
The remaining four men surrounded Seol Mujin from all sides but couldn’t move rashly.
“Who are you?”
“Porter Seol Mujin. You know that, right?”
“How can a master like you be a porter!”
“Weaklings like you are Martial Artists though?”
The four men exchanged glances and charged simultaneously.
The saying that one fist cannot match ten fists, however, doesn’t apply to all cases.
He didn’t know what level their martial arts were in Murim, but even four of them weren’t difficult for Seol Mujin to handle at all.
With four movements of dodging and striking, three died and the Bearded Man had his arm broken.
He deliberately spared one to find out their identity.
The Bearded Man kept using the expression “we” because he wasn’t the leader.
If he were the leader, he would have said “I” for sure.
“Grrgh—!”
Seol Mujin kicked the chin of the Bearded Man who was trying to get up while holding his arm.
Seol Mujin stepped firmly on the wrist of the Bearded Man rolling on the floor.
“What’s the name of your sect?”
“Who… who are you?”
He still seemed unable to believe that Seol Mujin was a porter.
Seol Mujin gripped the club in reverse and asked again.
“Sect name.”
“What are you going to do with that information?”
The end of the club pierced the Bearded Man’s index finger.
“Kyaaah—!”
The pain of bones being crushed was incomparably more agonizing than having fingernails pulled out.
Over the past two years as a constable, I’ve witnessed quite a few torture scenes, but I’ve yet to see a criminal endure the pain of broken fingers.
“Sect name.”
“Don’t know… you bastard…”
He has some backbone, probably because he’s a martial artist.
The club fell again.
This time it was the index finger.
Just because one finger is broken doesn’t make the second one hurt any less.
In fact, knowing the pain makes it even more terrifying.
“Sect name.”
“Fuck… fucking…”
“The sect name can’t be ‘fucking’…”
As the club was raised, the bearded man hurriedly spat out the name.
“Suryang Sect.”
“Location.”
“Jang… Jangcheon County…”
Jangcheon County is neighboring to Jinan.
“You’d feel sorry for the guys who went first if you survived alone, wouldn’t you?”
I pressed the club against his throat and killed him cleanly.
When I unlatched and opened the door, the five thugs outside jumped back in surprise.
I expected they would have returned by now.
When Seol Mujin gestured, the thoroughly frightened thugs hesitantly entered.
“You two clean up the corpses, you go call Zhuge Sangun. You two figure out the whereabouts of the guys who came with these bastards.”
“Y-yes sir!”
As three thugs rushed out, the only thug who hadn’t received a task asked.
“What should I do?”
“We need to prepare coffins for the corpses… How many are in this bastard’s gang?”
“Thirteen!”
“You know exactly. Then go prepare twelve coffins.”
“But there are thirteen of them?”
“One guy needs to go back with the coffins.”
“Understood!”
Watching Seol Mujin wipe the blood-stained club on the corpse’s clothes, the two thugs trembled.
Just because they were thugs didn’t mean they saw corpses often.
Even when knife fights broke out, people didn’t die that easily.
But Seol Mujin had killed six men too easily.
And these were people with enough martial prowess to destroy an entire Black Society organization by themselves.
They could finally understand why the Black Society feared Seol Mujin like the grim reaper.
While Seol Mujin was drinking cold tea, Zhuge Sangun came running breathlessly.
He had heard that those who had taken over the Black Society were dead, but seeing six corpses before his eyes, fear washed over him.
Seol Mujin called to Zhuge Sangun, who had frozen in shock.
“Gang Leader Zhuge.”
“Yes? Yes!”
“Do you know about the Suryang Sect?”
“By Suryang Sect, do you mean the Black Path sect in Jangcheon County?”
“That seems right. Tell me everything about the Suryang Sect.”
“Bang-ju Bok Juryang is ranked somewhere at the bottom of Shandong Province’s top hundred masters.”
“Not even all of Murim, but just at the bottom of Shandong Province’s top hundred? Can he even be called a master?”
“Even that much is impressive. It’s the skill level of upper-tier martial artists from Shandong Province’s Hwangbo Family or Zhuge Family. To achieve that level of martial prowess without learning proper martial arts is never easy.”
Indeed, if not for the Triplets, Seol Mujin would have learned something like the Three Talents Sword Technique at best, let alone internal energy.
And only scratching the surface at that.
“Continue.”
“Keep going.”
“The sect has about fifty members, and the Bang-ju is famous for his brutal nature. He has land inherited from previous generations, and if the small farmers working that land are even slightly late or short with their taxes, he beats them.”
“The Bangdo consists of about fifty members, and the Bangju is notorious for his brutal nature. He inherited land from previous generations, and it’s said that he beats any small farmers working that land if their land tax payments are even slightly late or insufficient.”
“Is it basically a wealthy sect?”
“Is it basically a sect with money?”
“I haven’t heard rumors of them being poor.”
“I haven’t heard any rumors about being in dire straits.”
“How do you know all this so well?”
“How do you know so much about that stuff?”
“I have some interest in Murim…”
“I have some interest in the martial arts world…”
Since he trailed off as if he didn’t want to say more, Seol Mujin didn’t ask further.
Because it’s not something he necessarily needs to know.
“But why did those bastards come all the way to Jinan to cause this mess?”
“But why the hell did those bastards come all the way to Jinan to pull this shit?”
Zhuge Sangun glanced at the corpse and said.
“So those guys were from the Suryang Sect. I’m curious about that too. It might be the greed of Bang-ju Bok Juryang.”
“Greed?”
“The truth is, the underworld is profitable, isn’t it? But Murim has been ignoring this market because of face. If they just put aside their pride, it would be like a gold mine.”
“That’s true. It’s like a hungry tiger just drooling while hyenas eat their fill.”
“The underworld has had fears that Murim forces might enter their territory. Since the underworld operates through force, they’re no match for martial artists.”
“That’s interesting.”
While talking with Zhuge Sangun, the two who had gone to locate the other Suryang Sect members returned.
“I’ve found out everything. The kids are watching them right now.”
“Boss Seol! Please take care!”
Zhuge Shangyun bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle to Seol Mujin as he stood up.
Now Boss Seol wasn’t the grim reaper collecting tribute money, but the savior who would save the Jinan Underworld.
Now Seol Po-du was no longer a grim reaper collecting tribute money, but a savior who would rescue the Jinan underworld.
They were gathered in groups of three and four, so he only needed to visit two places.
Sending six men to Yellow Springs Road took less than half a hour.
They were gathered in groups of three or four, so we only needed to stop by two places.
The one Seol Mujin spared was in his mid-twenties, the youngest among those who came to Jinan.
The fight was simple, and the rest is travel time.
“Wang Nuni.”
The person Seol Mujin spared was in his mid-twenties, the youngest among those who had come to Jenam.
He called him that because of his big eyes.
As if he’d been called by that nickname many times, he responded immediately.
“Bug-eyes.”
They called him that because he had big eyes.
He seemed to have been called by that nickname a lot, as the answer came out immediately.
“Yes.”
“I’m going to let you live. Even with a couple teeth missing, you can still drive a carriage, right?”
Wang Nuni nodded his head.
“Go and tell your Bang-ju. Don’t even come near Jinan. Got it?”
“Ah… I understand.”
Just then, a carriage carrying coffins arrived.
“Get lost.”
Wang Nuni, who had been watching Seol Mujin’s expression, ran to the carriage and hurriedly disappeared.
“Gang Leader Zhuge.”
Zhuge Sangun, who had come with him, answered in surprise.
“Yes! Master Seol!”
“Tell the Jinan underworld gang leaders to gather today.”
“All the Jinan underworld gang leaders?”
Since Jinan was such a large and prosperous place, there were as many as forty underworld gangs.
“Just gather about ten of the big ones. You attend too.”
The Wangho Association ranked around thirtieth in terms of size.
“Would Yeonji-ru be suitable as the location?”
“What, you want to help other pleasure houses sell alcohol?”
“Ah, no! I’ll send word immediately!”
By the time everything was finished, it was almost evening.
Seol Mujin returned to the government office and reported what had happened to Go Bongsu.
“You killed them all?”
“Yes.”
“They were martial artists, weren’t they?”
“They were low-level.”
“Still, they were martial artists.”
“In name only.”
“But you alone killed twelve men and let one go back with the corpses?”
“Are you possessed by a parrot?”
“No, it’s just hard to believe…”
Go Bongsu had seen quite a few martial artists during his long career in public service.
To Go Bongsu, martial artists were just people from another world.
The martial prowess to lift two hundred geun with one hand, leap three jang in a single bound, and face ten enemies alone was far beyond Go Bongsu’s common sense.
But he killed twelve such martial artists alone?
‘Just how strong is Mujin-i?’
Go Bongsu couldn’t even gauge it.
Seol Mujin said.
“Since as many as twelve people died, questions might be raised, but you can handle that, right sir?”
“Of course. Moreover, those bastards were martial artists who tried to kill a government official. I’d like to punish that Suryang Sect too, but it’s unfortunate they’re in a different prefecture.”
“Then I’ll be going now. I have a meeting with the underworld gang leaders tonight.”
“Yes. You worked hard today.”
After exchanging greetings, Seol Mujin passed through the government compound courtyard, and every government official he met bowed respectfully to him.
“I heard you were amazing today?”
“We feel so reassured having Chief Seol with us!”
Especially among the constables and officers, Seol Mujin had become an object of admiration.
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