My Younger Siblings Are the Greatest Masters in the World - Chapter 95

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95.

Jo Cheongkwan, who had launched himself forward, first grabbed Hyeongbang by the nape of his neck.

“Assistant Jo! What do you think you’re doing!”

Hyeongbang, who hadn’t seen the identification badge Seol Mujin had taken out, couldn’t understand Jo Cheongkwan’s behavior.

“Shut up! You rat bastard!”

Jo Cheongkwan dragged Hyeongbang and roughly threw him to the floor.

From the way he handled him, it was clear they hadn’t gotten along well normally.

He immediately climbed the stairs and stood before the Magistrate.

The fat Magistrate had barely managed to rise from his chair.

“Do you think you can stand with traitors and remain unharmed?”

“Traitors? What are you, some kind of emperor? You pig bastard.”

Jo Cheongkwan grabbed the Magistrate by the collar and slammed him down.

“Ow!”

Jo Cheongkwan’s foot landed on the back of the Magistrate who had fallen and was writhing on the floor.

“It feels like ten years of indigestion is clearing up in an instant.”

With those words, Jo Cheongkwan kicked the Magistrate.

The Magistrate rolled down the stairs like a log.

Screams like a pig being slaughtered echoed continuously.

Jo Cheongkwan rolled the Magistrate with just his feet and presented him before Seol Mujin.

“Criminals, kneel before the great lord!”

At Jo Cheongkwan’s words, the Magistrate bleeding from his forehead and the fear-filled Hyeongbang only showed confused expressions.

“Great… great lord?”

Jo Cheongkwan uttered words like a bolt from the blue.

“He is a Commander of the Geumeuiwi!”

As soon as those words fell, Hyeongbang fell on his backside.

“Eek! Th-that can’t be…”

A Geumeuiwi Commander was like a dragon or tiger, an existence from imagination.

While you might occasionally see one if you went to Beijing, seeing a Geumeuiwi Commander in a provincial area like Wuhan was truly like plucking stars from the sky.

“Is… is it really true?”

Seol Mujin tossed the identification badge he was holding in front of Hyeongbang.

Hyeongbang’s face turned pale after confirming the identification badge that had fallen to the floor.

“I… I greet the great lord!”

Even after confirming the identification badge, the Magistrate still lacked belief.

“It’s… it’s fake! How could a Geumeuiwi Commander come all the way to Wuhan! It’s fake! Fake!”

“Whether I’m Geumeuiwi or not isn’t important. What’s really important is that I can kill you.”

Hyeongbang shed tears as he pleaded.

“Please spare my life! I only did what the Magistrate, no, that pig bastard told me to do!”

Seol Mujin spoke to Jo Cheongkwan.

“First, throw those two into prison.”

As he was being dragged away by the government officials, the Magistrate kept shouting “It’s fake!” while Hyeongbang begged for his life.

But no matter what words they uttered, their deaths were decided.

Bongwon Daesa, who had been watching the entire scene, approached.

“Were you Geumeuiwi?”

“That’s right.”

“And Podoo as well?”

“I’m also Podoo. There are circumstances I cannot speak of.”

“What if I need to know those circumstances you cannot speak of?”

“That would be welcome for me.”

“Hm?”

“Because you’d have to board the same boat as me. Bongwon Daesa, you’re always welcome.”

Since Bongwon Daesa wasn’t a foolish person, he could understand the meaning of Seol Mujin’s words.

“I’ll have to think about that.”

Seol Mujin showed a surprised expression not because of a refusal, but because of the answer that he’d think about it.

“Please consider it carefully.”

Having said that, Seol Mujin called Jo Cheongkwan.

Jo Cheongkwan bowed so deeply he could barely look at Seol Mujin’s face properly.

“It seems like the underworld here controls and manipulates even the government office.”

“That’s correct. Five years ago, the Cheonmu Association, which unified Wuhan’s underworld, used their powerful financial resources to turn the Magistrate into a puppet.”

“To clean up Wuhan, we’ll need to get rid of the Cheonmu Association first.”

“That’s true, but the Cheonmu Association is full of masters.”

“If an underworld organization has masters, that means it’s a martial arts sect wearing the mask of an underworld organization.”

“That’s probably the case. Actually, the government office knows almost nothing about the Cheonmu Association. We just greedily accepted the money they gave us.”

“Including you?”

“I’m ashamed.”

“First, we need to investigate the Cheonmu Association.”

“Very few people know where the Cheonmu Association’s main headquarters is. Probably even the Magistrate and Hyeongbang don’t know.”

“An underworld organization shrouded in secrecy. Interesting. Where is the Bangun Guesthouse on Seonun-ro?”

“I know Seonun-ro, but I’ve never heard of Bangun Guesthouse.”

“Then just tell me where Seonun-ro is.”

After getting directions from Jo Cheongkwan, Seol Mujin left the government office with the triplets and Bongwon Daesa.

Seol Mantong asked Bongwon Daesa.

“Why are you following us?”

“I’m walking with my own feet, so why do you care so much?”

“Are you trying to play word games with me right now?”

Seol Changho said.

“Enough. Don’t interfere with hyung’s work.”

Seol Ryeoseon asked Seol Mujin.

“You said you don’t even know where the Cheonmu Association’s main headquarters is, so where are you going?”

“There’s someone who would know.”

“Who…! Ah! Bang Goyang! What if he ran away?”

“He’ll be waiting for me. You need to stay as close as possible to the person who holds your lifeline.”

Entering Seonun-ro, Seol Mujin was only able to find Bangun Guesthouse after asking three passersby.

It had to be difficult to find because normally an inn would be located on the main street.

But Bangun Guesthouse could only be found after going quite far into a narrow alley before you could spot the sign.

Even the sign hanging above the entrance was so faded that it was hard to make out what characters it showed.

As if determined not to accept guests, the dark brown wooden door was tightly shut.

Seol Mujin pushed the door.

Crack—!

The lock inside broke and the door opened with a creak.

All the windows were also closed, so even though it was broad daylight, the inside of the inn was dark and gloomy.

Seol Ryeoseon waved away the dust floating in front of her eyes with her hand as she spoke.

“Looks like there’s nothing but rats here?”

Seol Changho pointed to the left.

“There they are. Two rats.”

One of them was Jang Baekjoong, whom they had met in Jinan.

Then the person sitting across the table from him must be Bang Goyang.

Seeing them enter after even breaking the lock, Bang Goyang wasn’t surprised.

“Welcome. I’ve been waiting for you.”

He even stood up and showed a polite greeting.

Seol Mujin’s ki sense told him there was no one else besides those two.

“They certainly seem to have been waiting.”

On the table placed between Bang Goyang and Jang Baekjoong sat a wine pot, and the water was warm.

“Please, have a seat.”

Seol Mujin sat in the chair Bang Goyang pointed to.

“Hehehe! What cute children…”

Seol Ryeoseon spoke coldly.

“Stop talking nonsense and sit down.”

Bang Goyang, startled, looked at Jang Baekjoong.

Jang Baekjoong mouthed ‘I told you so.’

Bang Goyang pointed to Bongwon Daesa taking his seat and asked.

“But who might this person be?”

“Someone the elder doesn’t need to know about.”

What could Bang Goyang do when Seol Mujin refused to tell him?

Bang Goyang poured tea into cups and placed them in front of each person.

“I failed to recognize such an esteemed person and accepted a terrible commission.”

Seol Mujin, after taking a sip of tea, said.

“They say the Beggar Sect’s information network is the best under heaven, but it seems that’s not the case.”

“I’m in a position where I can barely catch scraps from the Beggar Sect’s information.”

“Then you’re useless…”

“Hmph! Still, I’ll do my best to resolve your curiosity.”

Seol Mujin stared intently at Bang Goyang.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Hmm. You know I’m a Geumeuiwi officer.”

“What? What do you mean…”

“You already knew information about something that just happened, which is far from incompetence. I have very high expectations for Elder Bang.”

“When expectations are high, disappointment is also great. Could you lower those expectations just a little?”

“Tell me about the Heavenly Martial Society.”

“The Heavenly Martial Society?”

“An unknown Black Society calling itself a main society. Isn’t that strange?”

“It is strange, but why suddenly the Heavenly Martial Society…!”

“Seeing how you don’t answer and just drag out your words, it seems Elder Bang has some connection to the Heavenly Martial Society.”

Bang Goyang, startled, waved his hands.

“What connection could a beggar from the Beggar Sect have with a Black Society? I’ve just encountered them a few times while begging!”

“Lying to my face when we’ve barely just met. This isn’t starting well.”

“Lying…!”

Bang Goyang couldn’t continue his words.

It was because of the aura Seol Mujin had released.

He hadn’t particularly threatened with words or taken any action.

Yet it felt as if an icicle sharp as an awl was touching his throat.

It was a clearer warning than saying ‘Lie one more time and you die.’

“The Heavenly Martial Society is a Black Society created by an alliance of three sects.”

“Three sects? To think three martial sects would rush toward a Black Society they wouldn’t even approach, calling it dirty.”

“It must have been painful to just watch the goose that lays golden eggs.”

“What relationship does this Heavenly Martial Society have with Elder Bang?”

“What would I have…”

Bang Goyang, who was about to lie out of habit, soon let out a thin sigh.

He couldn’t understand how Seol Mujin caught his lies like a ghost.

“I do have a small stake in it.”

“Is the Beggar Sect among those three sects?”

Bang Goyang waved his hands dismissively.

“The Beggar Sect getting involved in such matters! Absolutely not!”

“Then it’s personal greed?”

“It’s all because of money.”

“A beggar from the Beggar Sect overflowing with personal desires. You shouldn’t have become a beggar in the first place…”

Jang Baekjoong, who had been listening, interrupted Seol Mujin’s words.

“Master doesn’t need money to fulfill personal greed!”

Bang Goyang scolded Jang Baekjoong.

“Hey! Keep quiet!”

Jang Baekjoong pressed his lips tightly shut with a displeased expression.

There seemed to be some story behind it, but it wasn’t an immediately important matter.

“If you have a stake in the Heavenly Martial Society, you must know a lot?”

“I’ll tell you everything Seol Podoo wants to know.”

Seol Changho looked at Bang Goyang with suspicious eyes.

“It’s strange how readily you’re talking?”

“Nothing strange about it. I want to live too, so I’m just siding with the stronger party.”

“You’re calling someone who’s merely a podoo and at best a Geumeuiwi officer the stronger side?”

“I’ve also looked into the person who holds my lifeline in detail. That’s not all there is to it, right?”

“What else do you know?”

“Things like your relationship with Odaesega, and secrets involving Oryongbang too.”

“What else?”

“Wouldn’t that be enough?”

Seol Mujin didn’t probe further because Bongwon Daesa was present, but he noticed that Bang Goyang knew much more about him.

“Let’s focus on the Heavenly Martial Society for now. Which are the three sects that established it?”

“You really know how to hit the mark. For Seol Podoo, who brought down Oryongbang, eliminating three sects wouldn’t be too difficult. However, it would require quite a bit of killing…”

Seol Mujin leaned forward, closing the distance with Bang Goyang.

Though he had only closed the gap by about a span, Bang Goyang felt his breath catch.

“Do I look like someone who would hesitate to kill bad people?”

“You don’t seem like that type.”

That day in Wuhan, three sects that had been established for as short as forty years and as long as two hundred years disappeared.

They were Seongsubang of the Black Path, and Heukryongmun and Saryonggummun, which were between orthodox and unorthodox.

After destroying Heukryongmun and Saryonggummun, Seol Mujin washed the blood from his body in a stream.

“We could have handled one sect.”

Seol Mujin patted the sulking Seol Ryeoseon’s head.

“You can’t use a cow-slaughtering knife to kill a chicken.”

“We might look like little siblings to you, brother, but we’re…”

“I know who you are. But I’d like you to remain my little siblings for as long as possible.”

“Brother is really too soft.”

When they returned to Bangun Guesthouse, Bongwon Daesa, who had finished his work, was waiting.

Bongwon Daesa had been assigned to clean up Seongsubang and the main headquarters of the Heavenly Martial Society.

“You’re back early.”

“What difficult work was it? Are you alright?”

It was obvious at a glance that Seol Mujin had no external injuries.

What Bongwon Daesa was asking about was Seol Mujin’s state of mind.

“I’m fine. I’m more worried about you, Daesa.”

“The day I left Shaolin Temple, I already killed myself.”

Seol Changho said.

“Kill the Buddha if you meet the Buddha?”

“How could I dare. I can only manage to kill myself.”

In the middle of their Zen-like conversation, Bang Goyang arrived.

Bang Goyang and Jang Baekjoong, who were entering Bangun Guesthouse, were startled.

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