My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 83

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83.

‘It’s the Twelve Zodiac Gods!’

“Who’s the rat bastard?”

He was probably referring to Jabong.

Seol Mantong asked Hwangbo Cheonak.

“Do you know these guys?”

“They’re strange fellows who choose duels instead of assassination despite being assassins. Still, some pretty famous guys from the murim have come to kill us.”

Hwangbo Cheonak had a rather satisfied expression.

“Who commissioned this? Ah! It seems the pressure point has been subdued?”

Hwangbo Cheonak said to Seol Mantong.

“Release the pressure point so this guy can answer…”

Crack!

Seol Ryeoseon suddenly stepped on Jabong’s neck, breaking the bone.

“What a surprise! Why did you do that?”

To Hwangbo Cheonak who jumped up, Seol Ryeoseon pointed to the young man she had dragged over.

“That guy will know more than whatever Twelve Zodiac or whatever.”

“Really? Then we don’t need these guys.”

Having said that, Seol Mantong sent all the surviving guys to the afterlife.

His face was full of satisfaction that said ‘Yes, this is the feeling.’

Hwangbo Cheonak watching this made a disgusted expression.

He knew the triplets were special, but he could never get used to seeing them like this.

Hwangbo Cheonak resolved to never touch the triplets’ mood and politely clasped his hands in front of him.

In the end, the Twelve Zodiac Gods were completely annihilated, and the only surviving mouth left was the young man Seol Ryeoseon had dragged over.

Seol Changho looked at the young man and said.

“Why does that guy look so filthy? Like a beggar.”

“Because he is a beggar.”

Seol Ryeoseon threw something she was holding onto the ground.

It was white thread made by twisting several strands together, with two knots tied in the middle.

“A two-knot disciple of the Beggar Sect?”

Seol Changho asked Seol Ryeoseon.

“Why is a Beggar Sect beggar watching Hwangbo Cheonak get killed?”

“That’s what we need to find out from now on.”

Seol Ryeoseon said to the young man.

“First, state your name.”

“Wh-who are you people?”

Seol Ryeoseon released killing intent.

“Name.”

Having witnessed the Twelve Zodiac Gods die before his eyes, he could tell that threats wouldn’t end as just threats.

“J-Jang Baekjoong… sir.”

It seemed he should use honorifics too.

“Are you in league with the Twelve Zodiac Gods?”

“N-no.”

Seol Mantong rolled up his sleeves.

“Torture is still the best for making people tell the truth.”

Jang Baekjoong hastily said.

“I-I’m really not in league with them!”

“Not in league? Then what are you?”

Jang Baekjoong gulped and answered.

“I’m just someone who watches the results and goes to report, really just a nobody.”

“Of course you’re a nobody since you’re a two-knot disciple of the Beggar Sect.”

Seol Ryeoseon pointed at Hwangbo Cheonak.

“Did the Beggar Sect instigate the killing of that dimwit?”

Hwangbo Cheonak’s title had somehow solidified as ‘dimwit.’

Jang Baekjoong shook his head.

“Absolutely not!”

“Then why is a Beggar Sect disciple reporting to the Beggar Sect? Do we look like fools to you?”

“I-I’m not reporting to the Beggar Sect, but to my master!”

“Who’s your master?”

“Elder Bang…”

Jang Baekjoong flinched after inadvertently confessing, but it was already too late.

Jang Baekjoong sighed lightly and spilled the truth.

“It’s something Elder Bang is doing independently, unrelated to the Beggar Sect.”

Seol Changho nodded with a faint smile and an understanding expression.

“So a Beggar Sect elder is using the Beggar Sect’s information network to line his own pockets?”

***

Magistrate Go Bongsu kept making strange sounds like ‘Hmm! Hmph!’

So the frustrated Jegal Sangpyo repeated the same words.

“Release my nephew from prison immediately! How can the government office imprison someone from the Jegal Family, a murim sect!”

“Hmm! Hmph!”

The desire to block those nostrils making that sound until death surged up.

“Magistrate!”

“I’m not deaf.”

Jegal Sangpyo swallowed the words ‘But your nose seems to be!’ and deliberately lowered his voice.

“Imprisoning someone from the Jegal Family for the reason of beating up rogue thugs is an act of disrespecting the Jegal Family. Disrespecting the Jegal Family in Shandong Province is very unwise.”

“That Jegal Byeong… what?”

“Jegal Byeongsik.”

“Whatever his name is. That man was arrested not only for assault but also for injuring government officials and attempted murder. He wouldn’t have any complaints even if he received the death penalty.”

Go Bongsu raised his hand to stop Jegal Sangpyo who was about to say something.

“And! Anyone threatening the magistrate in Jinan is very unwise.”

Jegal Sangpyo was dumbfounded.

He had met quite a few magistrates, but this was the first time he encountered such a stubborn magistrate.

Martial families with superior martial prowess inevitably had to form connections with the government.

The higher the government officials, the more they needed martial force, and they preferably wanted warriors with strong martial arts.

The Jegal Family also had quite a few warriors dispatched to officials in Shandong Province and neighboring provinces under names like bodyguards.

Among them were those with enough power to blow away a magistrate with a puff.

Officials also knew this, so they couldn’t carelessly touch martial families.

“Really, this way…”

Go Bongsu interrupted Jegal Sangpyo’s words.

“But! Well, fine. The Jegal Family could ignore a mere magistrate. What is a Jinan Magistrate anyway.”

‘Huh? He understands his place properly.’

“But you see. The problem is that the person who arrested Jegal Byeong… sik is Seol Mujin Podoo.”

In fact, the very fact that Jegal Byeongsik was arrested and brought to the government office didn’t make sense.

Who among the local government offices could arrest Jegal Byeongsik?

Given Jegal Byeongsik’s personality, there was no way he would have come obediently when summoned.

“How did this Seol Podoo arrest our Byeongsik?”

“Of course he beat him up and brought him. By the way, his nose was injured. It was slightly broken, so I specially sent a physician.”

Go Bongsu added, “Remember that I showed grace even though Seol Podoo said he didn’t need treatment.”

“You’re telling me that a mere porter broke Byeongsik’s nose and captured him? You expect me to believe that?”

Go Bongsu shook his head back and forth.

“Anyway, these martial artists. You’ll naturally find out when you meet Seol Podoo. In any case, know that whether Jegal Byeongsik is released depends on Porter Seol Mujin.”

“Are you saying the magistrate has to watch a porter’s mood?”

“Seol Podoo and I have a somewhat special relationship. If that fellow opposes the marriage, I’ll be in quite a predicament.”

“What does that mean…!”

Go Bongsu waved his hand to indicate the business was finished.

“Anyway, discuss this matter with Seol Podoo.”

Just then, Clerk Bang Donguk called for Go Bongsu from outside.

“I’m busy with official duties, so I’ll be going now.”

“W-wait! Magistrate! Magistrate Go!”

Despite Jegal Sangpyo’s calls, Go Bongsu hurriedly left the room.

“What is this…”

***

After listening to Seol Ryeoseon’s explanation for an hour, Seol Mujin spoke.

“So you’re saying that Bang Goyang, an elder of the Beggar’s Sect, runs an information business and even takes assassination requests?”

“That’s right.”

“Isn’t the Beggar’s Sect a righteous faction? The Beggar’s Sect is one of the Nine Sects and One Gang.”

“Those righteous faction bastards always pretend to be gentlemen on the surface while scheming behind the scenes.”

“Anyway, the Beggar’s Sect has no idea about this?”

“According to that bastard, that’s what he says.”

Seol Mujin turned his gaze to ‘that bastard’ Jang Baekjoong.

“That bastard doesn’t know anything?”

“Just as he says, he’s a worthless guy. He’s just a lackey getting pocket change from Bang Goyang.”

“Since it’s Beggar’s Sect business, we can just hand him over and let them handle it.”

Jang Baekjoong was startled by Seol Mujin’s words and prostrated himself flat.

“T-that’s the one thing you can’t do! If the Beggar’s Sect finds out about this, I’m a dead man!”

“Since you’re caught by us, you’re already a dead man.”

Jang Baekjoong asked cautiously.

“They say even when the sky falls, there’s a hole to escape through – isn’t there any way to live?”

“How far are you willing to go to survive?”

“Is there anything I wouldn’t do?”

“Even betraying Bang Goyang?”

“M-my master? T-that’s just a bit…”

“Didn’t you say you’d do anything?”

“But…”

Jang Baekjoong, who had been kneeling and looking up at Seol Mujin with a desperate expression, squeezed his eyes shut.

“Just kill me.”

“Don’t think I’ll spare you because I find you admirable.”

“My master is my life’s benefactor. No matter how worthless I am, I cannot betray my master.”

“Where is your master?”

“Hubei…”

Jang Baekjoong, who was about to answer reflexively, shut his mouth.

“Where in Hubei Province?”

Jang Baekjoong covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head.

Seol Mantong spoke.

“Brother, just give me one hour. I’ll make that bastard spill even the color of his master’s underwear.”

When Seol Ryeoseon said ‘I need half an hour,’ Seol Changho said ‘Then I need one moment.’

Seol Mujin crouched down in front of Jang Baekjoong, who looked like he was about to cry.

“I promise not to harm your master.”

“What? I-is that really true?”

“When someone who could kill you right now makes a promise, you should believe it. What would I gain from making such a promise? If I leave it to my siblings, they’ll make you spill everything within one moment as promised.”

Seol Mujin only found out the location after promising Jang Baekjoong once more that he wouldn’t harm Bang Goyang.

“W-Wuhan.”

“Where in Wuhan?”

Jang Baekjoong, as if he had given up everything, told them in detail where Bang Goyang was located.

Seol Mujin said.

“Go to Elder Bang and tell him I’ll be visiting soon, so he should stay there and not go anywhere else.”

“But who are…!”

From his clothing, he could tell he was a government official, but Jang Baekjoong didn’t know Seol Mujin’s exact identity.

“You don’t need to know. Go on.”

Seol Changho asked.

“Brother, you’re just going to let that bastard go?”

“He can’t run away anyway.”

Both Jang Baekjoong and Bang Goyang had the collar of the Beggar’s Sect firmly around their necks.

“True. If their deeds are exposed, the Beggar’s Sect won’t let them be.”

Despite being dramatically saved, Jang Baekjoong left the house with a tearful expression.

Hwangbo Cheonak looked around at the corpses scattered in the courtyard and asked.

“But what do we do with these?”

Seol Changho said.

“There’s a cart in the back yard.”

“Why a cart?”

“We need to take them to the mountain and bury them.”

“Who?”

“You.”

“Why me? You guys are the ones who killed them.”

“They came to kill you, so you should bury them.”

Even if they had come to kill the triplets and died, Hwangbo Cheonak would have buried them.

As Hwangbo Cheonak brought the cart and loaded the corpses, Seol Mantong said.

“Cover them thoroughly with the straw mat. So passersby won’t be startled.”

“Tch! You care about passersby but don’t care about me.”

It was when Hwangbo Cheonak had finished loading all the corpses onto the cart.

Creak―!

The closed door opened and someone entered.

Seol Changho said.

“Coming in without the homeowner’s permission. Why are so many rude people visiting today?”

Hwangbo Cheonak was startled to see who had entered.

“Huh? Uncle?”

Jegal Sangpyo, who had stepped into the courtyard, had a similar expression to Hwangbo Cheonak.

“Cheonak?”

The five great families had frequent exchanges, and the Hwangbo Family and Jegal Family, both located in Shandong Province, even more so.

Seol Mantong asked Hwangbo Cheonak.

“Do you know this guy?”

Hwangbo Cheonak, startled by the term ‘guy,’ stood between Seol Mantong and Jegal Sangpyo.

“Haha! U-Uncle, what brings you here?”

Jegal Sangpyo frowned and said.

“I heard this is the house of someone called Porter Seol Mujin.”

Hwangbo Cheonak’s gaze turned toward Seol Mujin.

Then Jegal Sangpyo naturally looked at Seol Mujin as well.

“Are you Seol Mujin?”

Seol Mantong flared up.

“Where does that bastard get off speaking so casually all of a sudden…!”

Hwangbo Cheonak hurriedly covered Seol Mantong’s mouth.

Of course, Seol Mantong wasn’t one to have his mouth covered obediently.

With a thud, Hwangbo Cheonak grabbed his shin and crouched down.

“This bastard with hands that touched corpses…!”

Seol Mujin’s voice cut off Seol Mantong’s angry outburst.

“I see you’re Jegal Byeong… sir?”

“It’s Byeonsik.”

“Anyway, it seems you came because of that guy.”

“That’s true, but…”

Jegal Sangpyo was confused.

Meeting Hwangbo Cheonak, the scoundrel of the Hwangbo Family, was one thing, but what were all those corpses loaded on that cart?

‘Wait! Those clothes!’

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