My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 82

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82.

They went to the nearest tavern and found seats.

The owner, who knew them, provided a quiet room.

Only after three cups of bamboo leaf wine did Zhuge Sangun’s mouth open.

“I am from the Zhuge Family. I’m an illegitimate child born between the third son of the family and a maid.”

“Even if you’re illegitimate, you’re still a person of the Zhuge Family, right?”

Self-mockery appeared at the corner of Zhuge Sangun’s mouth.

“That’s only if I meet the Zhuge Family’s standards. I’m… defective goods. I was born with a body that cannot learn martial arts. As you know, in a martial family, that makes me truly worthless.”

“The Zhuge Family is known more for their brilliant minds than martial arts. You’re smart.”

“There are many people smarter than me in the Zhuge Family. I only seem smart because I’m in the Black Society now.”

“So that’s why you ran away?”

“I felt like I would die if I stayed in that damn house. Although I didn’t have a good time in the Black Society either, even at my worst, it was better than when I was at the Zhuge Family.”

From those words, one could guess how much harsh suffering Zhuge Sangun had endured at the Zhuge Family.

After emptying two cups of alcohol in succession, Zhuge Sangun continued speaking.

“I was complacent. No, I was stupid. I should have fled to a more distant place, but to think I stayed in Shandong Province where the Zhuge Family is located.”

“So you’re trying to run away again?”

“That would be better. I can’t cause any more trouble for Master Seol Podoo here.”

“Trouble?”

“It’s not by chance that the Zhuge Family has occupied one of the Odaesega positions for so long. Don’t underestimate their power. They’ll probably be able to smooth over the matter of beating up Jegal Byeongsik somehow. Actually, although Jegal Byeongsik is recognized for his martial arts within the family, he’s such a bastard that he causes trouble everywhere. So if Master Seol Podoo tries to resolve this amicably, the Zhuge Family probably won’t escalate the matter.”

“Are you saying you’ll abandon the Wangho Gang?”

Zhuge Sangun couldn’t answer easily.

Someone might mock or point fingers at it as the Black Society, but to Zhuge Sangun, the Wangho Gang was everything.

Especially after becoming the gang leader, the Wangho Gang was something he had to protect even at the cost of his life.

“I… I… don’t want to. I don’t want to leave the Wangho Gang, to leave Jinan. If there’s even a slim chance of fighting the Zhuge Family and protecting the Wangho Gang, I would never leave. I’d stake my life a hundred times over. But… there’s no possibility, is there?”

“Gang Leader Zhuge.”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember when we first met?”

Zhuge Sangun smiled.

“How could I forget that time? I thought I was going to die at Master Seol Podoo’s hands then. The spot where you hit me still aches whenever it rains.”

“Did I hit you?”

“Only the victim remembers.”

“When I entrusted the Wangho Gang to Gang Leader Zhuge?”

“Of course I remember. Honestly, I didn’t think I could pull it off. I just struggled desperately and somehow managed to make it work.”

“From the moment I entrusted the Wangho Gang to Gang Leader Zhuge, and Gang Leader Zhuge somehow managed to take care of the Wangho Gang, Gang Leader Zhuge became my person.”

Seol Mujin’s words “my person” created a strange ripple in Zhuge Sangun’s heart.

“As long as Gang Leader Zhuge doesn’t betray me, I’ll protect you.”

Seol Mujin added, “Of course, not as a bodyguard.”

“You mean…!”

“I’ll handle the Zhuge Family. Gang Leader Zhuge will learn how insignificant the Zhuge Family that you think so highly of really is.”

“Are you really going to fight the Zhuge Family for my sake?”

“Will you run away when I’m fighting?”

“No! Even if I die, I’ll stand beside Master Seol Podoo and die!”

“So you won’t run away then?”

Zhuge Sangun’s eyes, flaring his nostrils, became moist.

He had lived with sorrow since birth.

His mother had no power and his father turned away from him.

He was someone who couldn’t even wear proper clothes while facing the north wind with his entire body.

For the first time in his life, he had someone on his side.

Moreover, it was someone more reliable than anyone else.

“Master Seol Podoo…”

“Don’t cry. It’s disgusting.”

“Sniff!”

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Ja, chuk, in, myo, jin, sa, o, mi, sin, yu, sul, hae.

People call it the twelve zodiac signs, and they call themselves the twelve zodiac spirits.

People call the twelve of them assassins, and they call themselves fighters.

Actually, both are correct.

Since killing people was their profession, they were assassins, and since they confronted enemies head-on rather than through ambush, they could be called fighters.

The fact that they survived for ten years in the Murim while confronting opponents so boldly proves their strength.

Of course, selecting clients carefully is essential.

They don’t touch people from the Gupail faction or Odaesega.

They don’t make enemies of the major sects of the Black Path either.

No matter how strong they were, becoming enemies with major sects would inevitably be extremely troublesome.

By adhering to those principles, the Twelve Zodiac Spirits were able to operate as assassins for a full ten years.

But for the first time, they decided to break the principles they had established.

Hwangbo Cheonak.

He was the person they had to kill.

The eldest son of the Hwangbo Family, one of the Odaesega.

Originally, this should have been a request they wouldn’t accept.

To kill not just any ordinary member of the Hwangbo Family, but the eldest son.

Yet they broke their principles because, first of all, the amount offered exceeded imagination.

Three thousand nyang.

It was an amount they could only receive after successfully completing at least ten assassinations.

Of course, no matter how much money it was, they couldn’t exchange it for their lives.

But important information had been delivered.

Hwangbo Cheonak had left the Hwangbo Family, and the Hwangbo Family had severed ties with him.

Since it was information from the Central Plains’ top information broker, it was trustworthy.

That’s why the Twelve Zodiac Spirits accepted the request for Hwangbo Cheonak.

The client even told them where Hwangbo Cheonak was located.

They just had to go and kill him.

Actually, it wasn’t that they hadn’t worried about how to kill Hwangbo Cheonak.

Even though Hwangbo Cheonak had severed ties with the Hwangbo Family, he was still a Hwangbo.

Even if the Hwangbo Family didn’t cry for revenge after killing Hwangbo Cheonak, their feelings toward them couldn’t be good.

So they had considered assassinating him like proper assassins.

But they couldn’t bend the pride they had maintained for ten years.

The Twelve Zodiac Spirits would act like the Twelve Zodiac Spirits.

Wearing large bamboo hats and black windbreakers, they walked boldly through the streets of Jinan.

Twelve death gods were coming.

Today, one person would surely die.

The one named Hwangbo Cheonak.

“Who are you guys?”

When they went to the house where Hwangbo Cheonak was supposed to be, a little kid in the courtyard asked them that.

Jabong, the leader of the Twelve Zodiac Spirits, spoke.

“What a rude little brat.”

The rude little brat Seol Changho looked at the Twelve Zodiac Spirits entering the courtyard one by one.

Although they wore their bamboo hats pulled down low, because Seol Changho was short, he could see all their faces.

“The rude ones are you guys who barged into someone else’s house.”

Seol Mantong came out of the room.

“Who came?”

Seol Changho pointed at the Twelve Zodiac Assassins with his chin and asked.

“Don’t you know kids like those?”

Seol Mantong glanced at the Twelve Zodiac Assassins and answered.

“How would I know such little blood clots?”

“True. We have been away from Murim for too long.”

Jabong couldn’t understand what the two kids were saying.

It was clearly language he could comprehend, but the experience of not understanding the content was bewildering.

Seol Mantong asked the Twelve Zodiac Assassins who were just looking at each other’s faces.

“Are you guys assassins?”

Before the Twelve Zodiac Assassins could answer that question, Seol Changho reached a conclusion.

“If they were assassins, would they come like this instead of sneaking in at night?”

“There are plenty of damn crazy assassins in the world.”

“It’s not that there are many damn crazy assassins, but all assassins in the world are damn crazy. How pathetic must you be to become an assassin?”

“There are decent guys like Seol Muheun too. Come to think of it, he has the same surname as us. As expected, the Seol clan is good.”

“An assassin like Seol Muheun might appear once in a hundred years, if that.”

He couldn’t continue listening to a conversation where he understood the words but couldn’t grasp the content.

“Is this really where Hwangbo Cheonak lives?”

No need to think complicated thoughts.

Just ignore those strange kids, do the job they were assigned, and leave.

Seol Mantong grinned.

“So you really are assassins.”

“Twelve of you came just to kill that dimwit. Tsk tsk tsk…”

Sring.

The youngest, Haegok, drew his knife.

“I’ll ask one last time. Where is Hwangbo Cheonak?”

But this time too, he didn’t get a proper answer.

“Isn’t it normal for assassins to know exactly where their target is before coming?”

Seol Changho answered Seol Mantong’s question.

“Assassins who came to kill a dimwit are dimwits themselves.”

Haegok, with veins bulging on his forehead, stepped toward the two kids.

“I’ll kill one first, then ask again.”

No one stopped him.

The Twelve Zodiac Assassins could easily kill children to achieve their goal.

Even as Haegok approached, radiating killing intent, the kids looked indifferent.

“How much are you getting paid to kill Hwangbo Cheonak?”

Seol Changho looked incredulous at Seol Mantong’s question.

“You’re going to find out just that much information?”

“There are plenty left.”

Haegok swung his knife toward Seol Mantong.

“The one who should die is you!”

The Twelve Zodiac Assassins didn’t doubt that Seol Mantong would be split in half from head to crotch.

There was no way a kid who looked barely seven years old could avoid Haegok’s attack.

But Haegok, who had swung down his knife, collapsed with a thud.

Haegok, who had fallen to his knees with his face buried in the ground, never moved again.

“Haegok!”

Jabong’s call was hollow.

Only then did the Twelve Zodiac Assassins realize that those two weren’t simple kids.

Seol Changho scolded Seol Mantong.

“You should capture them to extract information, not kill them right away!”

“There are still plenty of mouths left to spill information.”

Jabong shouted.

“Kill those bastards!”

The Twelve Zodiac Assassins simultaneously lunged toward the two kids.

Though they couldn’t tell how Haegok had died, they believed they could kill the kids.

But that belief didn’t last long.

Really didn’t last long.

The Twelve Zodiac Assassins couldn’t even properly see how the two kids moved.

Thwack! Crack! Snap!

Several impact sounds, bone-breaking noises, and sounds of pressure points being struck mixed with the Twelve Zodiac Assassins’ screams.

Eleven fell, and five of them died.

“Idiot! I told you not to kill them because we need to extract information!”

“That’s why I left one alive!”

“You should have kept them all alive like me!”

“But you killed one too?”

“Huh?”

Seol Changho poked one of the Twelve Zodiac Assassins with his toe.

“Hey, hey. Why is someone who calls himself an assassin so weak?”

Jabong, whose pressure points were sealed and could only roll his eyes, couldn’t believe what was happening.

‘How can this be possible? How?’

He believed that when they worked together, they could even kill elders of the Nine Great Sects or Odaesega.

Of course, they didn’t take such dangerous contracts, but he was confident their skills were sufficient.

But they were captured or killed by kids who looked barely seven years old?

Then a new voice pierced through the courtyard.

“Don’t fight. You can kill all of them.”

Seol Ryeoseon entered through the main gate, grabbing a young man in his twenties by the scruff of his neck.

Seol Changho asked.

“What’s that guy?”

Seol Ryeoseon carelessly threw the young man whose pressure points were sealed into the courtyard and dusted off her hands.

“Probably someone who reports the results the assassins achieved to someone.”

Hwangbo Cheonak, who followed Seol Ryeoseon into the courtyard, stopped dead in his tracks.

“Wh-what is all this?”

Seol Changho said.

“These guys came to kill you.”

“Those guys are assassins who came to kill me?”

Hwangbo Cheonak asked Jabong, who could only blink his eyes.

“Did you really come to kill me? Hey, you need to answer.”

Jabong, who was hit on the back of his head, felt wronged.

He desperately wanted to shout, ‘My pressure points are blocked so I can’t speak!’

“Wait.”

Hwangbo Cheonak counted the number of Twelve Zodiac Assassins and clapped his hands.

“You guys are that! The Twelve Zodiac!”

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