The Evil Martial God Chronicles - Chapter 30
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Legend of the Evil Martial God
Chapter 30
In that moment, Guyang Hu stared blankly at Jeok Wigang as if dumbfounded.
Soon he shouted with an expression that said this was absurd.
“You crazy bastard! Do you think I would call a lowly piece of trash like you Older Brother!”
Guyang Hu screamed in agony from the continuous waves of pain.
He still didn’t seem to properly recognize the situation he was in.
“If you want to stop getting beaten, shout ‘Older Brother.'”
Guyang Hu felt fear toward Jeok Wigang who was approaching with clenched fists and stepped backward.
But soon he was blocked by a wall.
“D-don’t come closer.”
Thwack-.
“Kugh!”
A fist that landed precisely in his abdomen.
Guyang Hu couldn’t breathe and kept gasping repeatedly.
That was the beginning.
The day Guyang Hu got beaten the most in his entire life.
“Older Brother! Older Brother! Big Brother! Big Brother!”
Desperate cries while grabbing onto his pant leg, shedding tears and snot.
At that moment, the terrifyingly fierce punches stopped.
Jeok Wigang smiled coldly and said.
“Am I still lowly to you?”
“N-no! Big Brother! What are you saying? Lowly? You are greater than the heavens and brighter than the sun, Big Brother!”
Guyang Hu shook his head frantically and spoke desperately.
Jeok Wigang crouched down to match Guyang Hu’s eye level.
“Are you sincere?”
“I-I’m sincere!”
“Good. Then tell me what you did wrong.”
“Th-that’s…”
Guyang Hu’s eyes darted around.
“Look at this. You haven’t been beaten enough yet.”
“N-no! Big Brother! I-it’s because it hurt so much that my mind was confused!”
He didn’t want to get beaten again.
Even someone who had been beaten a lot would feel pain, so how much more painful would it be for him who had never experienced such pain in his entire life.
“Then tell me.”
Guyang Hu began speaking in a stream.
But the way he spoke hesitantly while reading the mood was even more ridiculous.
He seemed to be reading the mood, wondering if this too might be wrong.
It was certain.
This bastard had lived his life not knowing what he had done wrong.
“You did everything wrong.”
“I-is that so? I didn’t know. Father did it too, and my older brothers did it too, so… I thought it was natural.”
“Doesn’t your family clan teach things like benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom?”
“I learned them.”
“Then you should know well that the actions you took were bad deeds, right?”
“It was confusing too. The books clearly said they were bad deeds, but everyone did them without concern… So I came to a conclusion.”
“What conclusion.”
“That benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and wisdom only need to be shown to those of equal or higher status.”
If no one had pointed that out to him, it was understandable that he could think that way.
“Good. I’ll give you a chance.”
“Wh-what kind of chance?”
“A chance to live virtuously from now on.”
“Th-thank you.”
A reluctant expression.
His face clearly showed he wanted to escape this situation quickly.
“Follow me around for a while.”
“What?”
Guyang Hu was startled.
“Don’t want to?”
In that moment, Guyang Hu saw Jeok Wigang’s clenched fist in his vision.
He quickly wrapped both hands around his fist and shouted.
“I want to! I’ll stick close to Big Brother’s side!”
“You will?”
“Yes!”
“People here would recognize you just by looking at your face, right?”
“Th-that’s right?”
“We’ll need to disguise you too.”
“Disguise?”
“Right. That way people can speak comfortably about you. Do you think they’ll speak properly with the person in question right in front of them?”
“Ah, I understand.”
“Send all those guys back.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s stay here together starting today.”
“H-here?”
Guyang Hu frowned as he looked around the messy blacksmith shop.
“Don’t like it?”
“No, it’s not that…”
Guyang Hu felt like crying.
“Young Master? What do you mean by that? You’re telling us to go back by ourselves?”
“After talking with this older brother here, I found we have a lot in common. So I’ve decided to stay here for a while and live with older brother. So you guys go back alone and tell the family estate that.”
The guards who had regained consciousness looked at Guyang Hu with bewildered expressions, not understanding what was happening.
– Young Master. If you’re being threatened, please nod your head.
Guyang Hu glanced at Jeok Wigang.
Fortunately, he was looking elsewhere.
Guyang Hu nodded his head.
Seeing this, the guards understood what was going on.
“Understood. Then we’ll take our leave now.”
– Please wait just a moment. We’ll return to the estate and report to the Family Head.
Guyang Hu nodded again.
Though he had submitted to violence, now that the pain was gone and an opportunity arose, he began to think differently.
Right.
Father would surely rescue him from this place and punish that damn bastard who humiliated him.
He just had to endure until then.
Thinking this way made it bearable.
“Right. Go quickly. You must tell the estate well. Got it?”
“Yes! Don’t worry, Young Master.”
They exchanged glances and parted with determined expressions.
Jeok Wigang chuckled.
He pretended not to be watching, but he knew everything.
He hadn’t expected things to change easily from the start.
Should he wait and see?
How would the Guyang Family Head respond?
The Guyang Family Estate was in complete chaos.
“What? What are you saying! Our Hu was captured by some strange guy?”
“W-we don’t know. When we woke up from being unconscious, that’s how the situation was.”
Crack-.
“Urgh!”
“You useless bastard. What were you doing instead of properly guarding him!”
“S-sorry.”
Red blood flowed between the guard’s lips, but he couldn’t even wipe it as he bowed his head.
“If anything happens to Hu, you bastards better be prepared.”
“Understood.”
“Fine. Get lost.”
“Yes!”
After the guards disappeared, Guyang Hyeon, the head of the Guyang Family, held his forehead and asked the Chief Steward beside him.
“You heard?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me your opinion.”
“First, we need to rescue the Young Master.”
“Should we deploy soldiers?”
The Chief Steward shook his head.
“What if they take the youngest Young Master hostage and threaten us? That doesn’t seem like a good method.”
“Then?”
“How about sending assassins?”
“Assassins?”
“Yes. We just need to kill everyone except the Young Master without anyone knowing.”
“What if the assassin mistakes our son?”
“We should entrust it to the best in the industry to avoid such mistakes.”
“Do you know of such a place?”
“Shall I look into it?”
Guyang Hyeon stroked his beard as he pondered.
Then, as if he had made a decision, he spoke.
“Good. Let’s do as you say. If they’re the best assassins in the industry, they’ll handle the job properly.”
“Understood.”
“Where are these best in the industry?”
“The Ghost Kill Group.”
At the mention of Ghost Kill Group, Guyang Hyeon smiled.
“I know those guys too. Good. I don’t care how much money it costs, just tell them to handle the job properly.”
“Understood.”
The Ghost Kill Group, one of the Three Major Assassin Organizations of Murim, is a place where money-crazed bastards gather.
As long as you pay them money, they don’t care whether it’s colleagues or blood relatives.
Their only concern is how much they can receive.
It was an even more terrifying place because skilled bastards gathered together to do crazy things.
Because of this, not only martial artists but also those in power made great efforts to eliminate them, but they failed every time.
They’re called the Ghost Kill Group in name only, but they’re not gathered in one place – they’re scattered all over the Central Plains.
When a request comes in, the Ghost Kill Group member closest to the location takes the job and takes nine-tenths of the commission fee.
That doesn’t mean there’s no Main Headquarters.
There’s a place that trains new assassins and collects all information to deliver to the assassins.
The problem was that no one knew where that place was yet.
The Ghost Kill Group was an organization that had only existed for nineteen years.
Yet it was able to grow so quickly because of the groundbreaking condition of giving nine-tenths of the commission fee to the assassin who successfully completed the mission.
Because of this condition, outstanding assassins entrusted themselves to the Ghost Kill Group, and it instantly became one of the Three Major Assassin Organizations of the Central Plains.
Other assassin organizations felt threatened and tried to attack them, but all failed.
What frustrated them was the master of the Ghost Kill Group, the being called Ghost Lord – the Yeomra Ghost.
The Yeomra Ghost went and killed the leaders of assassin organizations targeting the Ghost Kill Group without anyone knowing.
Originally there were Five Major Assassin Organizations besides the Ghost Kill Group, but three of those assassin organizations were completely destroyed by the Yeomra Ghost’s hand.
After that incident became known, the assassins of the Ghost Kill Group feared their Ghost Lord while also respecting and following him.
A commission letter flew to this Ghost Kill Group from the Guyang Family.
Since it was a commission from none other than the Guyang Family, it was reported to the higher-ups.
“A commission to kill everyone at the Mok Family Blacksmith Shop and rescue the third Young Master of the Guyang Family.”
The figure chuckling while looking at the commission letter was an Elder of the Ghost Kill Group.
“They’re saying that if they step forward themselves, the third son will be in danger, so they want us to secretly kill all of them.”
He wore an indifferent expression while pondering the grade level.
“One of them is expected to be Super Peak Level…”
The Elder who had been deliberating took out a plaque and threw it.
On that plaque were written the characters “Black Ghost.”
It was the Black Ghost grade, the lowest among the Ghost Kill Group assassin grades.
“We won’t need up to Blood Ghost grade just to eliminate one Super Peak Level and some blacksmiths.”
“How about gathering more information before deciding the grade?”
“Forget it. This much is sufficient.”
“Still…”
“What? Are you saying you don’t trust my instincts right now?”
“N-no. I’ll have the mission carried out right away.”
Several Red Hawks appeared over the Changsha sky where darkness had fallen thickly.
The Red Hawks stared piercingly at downtown Changsha.
Then, as if they had spotted their targets, they all scattered at once and began descending.
Screech-.
The sound they made while descending reached the ears of a middle-aged man who was diligently making noodle dough.
The middle-aged man stopped kneading and went outside.
Then the Red Hawk spat something in front of the middle-aged man and flew up again.
What fell to the ground was a cylinder the size of a pinky finger.
The middle-aged man picked up the cylinder and examined its contents, then threw off his apron, looked around, and moved underground.
On the underground walls were all kinds of weapons and blueprints, as well as night clothes and activity clothes.
The middle-aged man changed into activity clothes and carefully selected a weapon.
He tapped the displayed weapons with his finger and chose one.
“Super Peak Level… This should do.”
He took out a dagger, put on a mask over his face, and quietly went outside.
Then he became one with the darkness that had already fallen and disappeared in an instant.
This scene was taking place all over Changsha.
Some stopped playing with children, comforted them, then went outside, while others cheerfully finished drinking, paid their bill, and came out to the street.
The destination of all those who came out was one place.
The Mok Family Blacksmith Shop.
Clang- Clang-.
Even though darkness had fallen, the blacksmith shop was brightly lit and the sound of hammering metal could be heard continuously.
Black shadows were gathering in front of the blacksmith shop.
Those who had melted into the pitch-black darkness.
Their eerie gazes could not be concealed.
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