The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 266

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Chapter 20

In the pitch-black darkness, a man sat relying only on a single lamp.

He was Eok Mun, Left Commander of the Blood Heaven Society.

He asked quietly, his breathing filled with murderous intent.

“…First Miss Tak Seol-ha personally went out to inspect the secret branches?”

“That is correct.”

The kneeling masked man answered carefully.

Bang!

Rage shook the air. The armrest that Eok Mun struck cracked and then shattered into pieces.

“Tam-rang!”

A single name burst from Eok Mun’s mouth.

“That bastard deserves to be torn apart and killed!”

Just thinking of him made his eyes bloodshot.

Tam-rang was the first disciple of the Blood Heaven Society’s leader and Eok Mun’s senior brother.

Tam-rang’s base was the Martial Arts Alliance.

That bastard interfering with the Demonic Sect’s secret branches was clearly meant to provoke him.

A snake-like bastard hiding vicious intentions beneath a clean exterior.

“If the First Miss has moved.”

Eok Mun muttered lowly.

“The Demonic Sect is investigating traces of our society.”

Tension seeped into the masked man’s voice.

Crack!

Eok Mun ground his teeth as he fell into thought.

He was astounded that his grand plan had been disrupted by his senior brother’s pathetic prank.

“….”

Eok Mun’s silence lengthened.

His silence was colder than a blade.

The masked man lay flat, swallowing his trembling breath to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

“I intended to kill her the night before the wedding, when she would be happiest. That way the Heaven-Killing Star would go mad with rage.”

His voice had become calm, but his clenched fist was white from lack of blood flow.

It was anger toward Tam-rang for ruining his plans.

“…What shall we do?”

The masked man asked hesitantly.

“Where is the First Miss currently?”

“She is currently staying at the Sichuan Dang Family.”

“Sichuan… Now that her adoptive grandmother’s false charges have been cleared, she goes there quite brazenly.”

“Prince Lee has just entered seclusion.”

“Now that they’re separated, this is indeed an opportunity.”

Prince Lee followed the First Miss around like a leech.

This might be a golden opportunity that wouldn’t come again.

“However, the Sichuan Dang Family is not good. Their persistence could make things more troublesome.”

“You speak truly.”

“The Gwihon Gakju also accompanied her to Sichuan, didn’t he?”

“That is correct.”

“Then…”

Unusually, Eok Mun’s contemplation lengthened.

“Shall we execute the plan as soon as she leaves Sichuan?”

“No. I cannot be played by Tam-rang’s hands.”

Eok Mun spoke firmly as he slowly rose from his seat.

“Shouldn’t I return what I received?”

“What do you mean…?”

“Tam-rang’s shallow prank has disrupted my original plan, but I must turn it around in my own way.”

A confident smile bloomed on Eok Mun’s lips.

Awe flashed in the eyes of the masked man looking up at him.

“I will kill the First Miss as originally planned.”

The Purple Micro Star had to die to awaken the Heaven-Killing Star.

“However, not by our hands, but by the Martial Arts Alliance’s.”

Eok Mun’s gaze stopped at the dim lamp.

“More precisely… I must make Tam-rang step forward.”

Imagining how his senior brother would look after falling for his own scheme already made him feel thrilled.

“Tell our master at headquarters.”

Eok Mun’s lips twisted.

“The First Miss, who will be the signal flare for our grand plan, has flown into Gangho.”

“That means…”

“The moment the First Miss is eliminated.”

Whoosh!

The lamp went out in the wind.

“We release information about Tam-rang to the Demonic Sect.”

Using barbarians to control barbarians – using one bastard to catch another.

It was quite a satisfying picture.

“Blood Heaven’s revenge! Long live, long live, long live forever!”

The masked man shouted repeated cheers, moved by his master’s grand design.

Wuhan, the capital of Hubei Province.

A guest had come to the Martial Arts Alliance’s Maeng-ju Palace.

Three people gathered around a round table.

Alliance Leader Thunder God Yeon Un-jang, Chief Strategist Heavenly Strategist Jegal Mun-gi, and Gaebang Leader Yang Chun.

“It’s been a while since I visited, and it’s nice that the stench is gone.”

Yang Chun, wearing loose rags, slurped his hot tea.

With grime flowing all over his body, dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair and an emaciated body, he was an unsightly old man.

Surprisingly, this man who looked like he could collapse at any moment was actually Geol-jon, who occupied one of the Ten Supremes of the martial arts world.

Yeon Un-jang asked with a gentle smile.

“Did it really smell that bad?”

Yang Chun covered his nose and frowned.

“Well, you who cleaned it up know better than me, don’t you? Ugh, it was no different from a latrine!”

“Yet why didn’t you say anything?”

When Jegal Mun-gi asked, Yang Chun waved his bony arm and shouted.

“Are you scolding this old man now? Can’t you see there’s only skin attached to these bones?”

Yang Chun stretched out his arm as if to show off, then grabbed a handful of cookies from the plate and put them in his mouth.

“These taste good even though they’re not sweet.”

Yang Chun brushed off the crumbs from his lips and pushed the empty plate aside.

Clatter.

Dozens of empty plates were already piled high there.

“Besides, why would this old man interfere when you two are here?”

“Your words move us deeply.”

Yeon Un-jang bowed his head respectfully.

“What deep emotion. As you can see, I’m now in a body that could go at any time.”

“You’re still quite healthy though.”

Jegal Mun-gi smiled as he brought new cookies. Yeon Un-jang beside him glanced at the tower of plates Yang Chun had stacked up.

“What? Are you giving this old man attitude over food right now?”

“Ah, no! How could we do such a thing?”

Jegal Mun-gi quickly poured tea into the empty cup, and Yeon Un-jang waved his hands in denial. They had simply been staring out of curiosity.

Yang Chun glared at Yeon Un-jang and said.

“It’s also unseemly for an old man from the back room to be too presumptuous. And I’ll say it again, weren’t you two there?”

Yang Chun was saying that he had trusted Yeon Un-jang and Jegal Mun-gi.

Smiles formed on both their lips at Geol-jon’s acknowledgment.

“By the way, why did you call this old man who was planning his departure date?”

“Well, the thing is.”

Jegal Mun-gi let out a deep sigh.

“A secret branch of the Demonic Sect was discovered in Luoyang.”

“Is that so?”

The refreshments disappeared into Yang Chun’s mouth once again in the blink of an eye. Even though he’d seen it many times before, it was an incredible appetite that amazed him every time.

“This is the fourth time, isn’t it?”

Geol-jon’s tone lowered.

As expected of the Gaebang.

They already knew everything.

“What’s strange about it?”

“The more we look back, the more unsettling it feels. It appears natural at first glance, but when examined closely, it’s not. Above all, these aren’t places that would be exposed so carelessly.”

Deep wrinkles formed on Geol-jon’s forehead.

“So you’re saying the discovery of the secret branch was neither the Demonic Sect’s mistake nor our Alliance’s capability?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s only one answer.”

Third-party intervention.

Someone was playing games between the Martial Arts Alliance and the Demonic Sect.

“What’s the possibility of it being Sado-ryeon?”

“None.”

“Hehe, someone beyond the Gaebang’s sight.”

Geol-jon closed his eyes.

An ominous premonition briefly flashed by.

“If we move directly, we’ll be too conspicuous.”

Jegal Mun-gi carefully added.

“So you called this old man?”

“Could you lend us your strength?”

“Hmm, I am curious to see the faces of these bastards!”

Geol-jon grabbed a cookie and roughly shoved it into his mouth.

Just then, a perfect candidate came to mind.

A guy who never lets go once he bites onto something.

What was his nickname again?

Something with Gwang.

“Eheradiya!”

Wang Dang shrugged his shoulders and melodiously sang a tune.

“Eheradiya, eheradiya! Let’s have a spirited time!”

The sound of his loud singing naturally stirred up excitement.

A whole year of sabbatical.

Wang Dang was experiencing his first rest after a long life as a branch leader.

Thump-thump! Thump!

He beat the small table with his palms, keeping rhythm.

“Eat and sleep, eat and sleep, eat and sleep! This is the best!”

His excitement gradually reached its peak.

“Excellent! How wonderful! This is what life is about!”

He even danced merrily, savoring his first vacation.

Thump-thump-thump!

Crack!

“…Huh?”

Suddenly, a strange sound occurred.

Out of nowhere, one leg of the small table broke and dropped to the floor.

Wang Dang’s excited singing also stopped abruptly.

“Hey! No way.”

A chill ran up his spine.

“No way! No way! Absolutely not! Do you know how hard I worked to get this sabbatical?”

The smile gradually disappeared from Wang Dang’s face.

“It just broke because it’s old. Right?”

Wang Dang didn’t believe in superstitions.

Yet a strange sense of foreboding gripped him.

“Ah, surely it can’t really be…”

Just as Wang Dang was paralyzed by anxiety.

“Gwang-gae, are you inside?”

A voice he didn’t want to hear rang in his eardrums.

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