The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 39

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 39

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I urged my horse forward at a gallop, racing across the landscape.
Though we remained within Hannam, the territory of the Dongfang Family lay at a considerable distance from Nakhyang.
At least the roads were well-maintained, and villages dotted the route where I could rest.
It was incomparably more comfortable than my previous journey to Shanxi.
This situation was one I had never encountered before. Without experience, I could not predict what might unfold.
I knew only that the Dongfang Family had fallen into ruin. Yet one thing remained certain—the Gok Ok was there.
Otherwise, the Seventh Squad would never mobilize.
I was certain of this.
They do not move in squad formations unless the Gok Ok is involved.
Especially not to crush a minor clan like the Dongfang Family—they would send only two or three operatives for such a task. Eliminating the Dongfang Family would be trivial.
“An object possessing the power to send people to the past.”
I opened my eyes slightly, my thoughts turning to the Gok Ok.
Unwilling to let them have it, I had swallowed it whole.
Yet through that act, I had been able to return to the past.
It was a power no human could have created.
If another Gok Ok existed with the ability to send people backward through time, it would be like carrying spare lives with me.
The thought made me furrow my brow.
“No… perhaps…”
Each Gok Ok might possess different powers.
I could not know for certain, but I could not believe there existed another power as absurd as sending people through time. This was the only logical conclusion.
Then what could it be?
Because I could not know, I had to obtain it.
The Gok Ok they desperately sought.
I could not surrender its power.
Moreover, this presented an opportunity to eliminate the Seventh Squad—a situation that could not be more favorable.
Reducing their forces to the maximum extent possible would be invaluable.
The Shadow Assassins Leader had undoubtedly set the Seventh Squad in motion.
His face flickered before my eyes.
Cold eyes and an expressionless countenance.
Despite commanding ten squads, every single one obeyed his orders without question—a testament to overwhelming power.
If I faced him now, defeat would be certain.
The gap between us was that vast.
Therefore, my only option was to whittle down their forces as much as possible.
And when that time came.
“I will kill him without fail.”
My eyes blazed with fierce determination.
The one who had orchestrated the assault on the Nakhyang Jin Family, who had relentlessly pursued me, and who had brought me to death’s door dozens of times.
Later, I had succeeded in annihilating the Shadow Assassins, yet even then I had failed to kill that opponent.
But this time would be different. I would not let him escape—I would kill him without fail.
I steadied my breathing and urged my horse forward even faster.

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A small inn somewhere in Hannam.
On the surface, it appeared respectable enough, but anyone who glimpsed its true nature would instinctively recoil.
This was none other than the Black Crow Association.
A criminal organization that gathered the very dregs of the Central Plains—similar to the Hao Gate in structure, yet fundamentally different in character.
Every soul gathered here was a vicious criminal.
When such people banded together, the Black Crow Association could hardly be expected to operate with any semblance of normalcy. They controlled the back alleys, engaging in murder, arson, human trafficking, drug distribution, and forgery whenever it suited their purposes.
In truth, they had their hands in every conceivable crime—this was the Black Crow Association.
The authorities had attempted to suppress them multiple times, only to fail, and the Martial Arts Alliance, despite their martial prestige, paid them no heed whatsoever.
As if apprehending common criminals was beneath their station, they conducted only perfunctory investigations with no genuine intent to act.
Rumors circulated that even the Martial Arts Alliance was receiving bribes from the Black Crow Association, though the truth remained unknowable to all.
This inn was one of the Black Crow Association’s branch establishments.
Though technically a branch, it maintained the facade of a legitimate inn, and thus attracted a steady stream of travelers seeking meals.
Seated at the head of the establishment sat a man, devouring food with gluttonous abandon.
Kang Ja-uk, the leader of the Black Crow Association.
He wore a satisfied smile as he stuffed his face with the heaping platters before him, yet his attention lay elsewhere entirely.
His focus was on the group seated nearby.
Their faces were unfamiliar—clearly not locals, but rather travelers who had happened upon this place during their journeys.
The exhaustion etched into their features made this abundantly clear.
These strangers had huddled together, their voices lowered.
Their hushed murmurs continued to grate against his ears.
“Is it true? The Head of the Dongfang Family acquired something extraordinary?”
“Indeed. There’s a servant in the Dongfang Family whom I know fairly well, and this came directly from his mouth, so it must be true.”
“Ha ha, that gentleman’s fortune is remarkable. I heard collecting antiques was his hobby—is it something like that?”
“Well… brother, from what I’ve heard, it’s something that could purchase an entire city.”
“…What?!”
“Shh! Shh!”
The revelation that something could purchase an entire city startled not only the man who had exclaimed, but even Kang Ja-uk, who had been eating, froze mid-bite.
He was that astonished.
The man who had been speaking then clamped his mouth shut, holding his breath, and glanced nervously around the room. He appeared to be checking whether anyone had overheard their conversation.
Had he determined the situation was safe?
Once he had composed himself, the man whispered even more softly.
“Where did that gentleman obtain such a thing?”
“I wouldn’t know. It doesn’t seem like he stole it himself… So who did he take it from? That house is famous for such things, isn’t it?”
“Hahaha! That’s right. So these things aren’t even theirs. Such villainous scoundrels, the lot of them.”
Clack—
At the sound of the voice, Kang Ja-uk set down his chopsticks.
Then, with a subtle flick of his fingers, the server who had been moving about serving food hurried over urgently.
The server bowed respectfully as if addressing a superior and waited for instruction. Kang Ja-uk wiped his mouth clean with cloth before speaking to the server.
“Look into it carefully.”
“Yes!”

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Gyeom Sa-chan, the leader of Seventh Squad, was a capable man.
Beyond his martial prowess, his execution of tasks was decisive and left no loose ends. His ability to erase traces was flawless—whenever his group carried out operations, no one ever discovered them.
This was why the Shadow Assassins Leader had specifically designated Seventh Squad.
However, Gyeom Sa-chan possessed several grave weaknesses.
So severe that he harbored an insatiable craving for alcohol and women.
Whenever there was a village, he had to visit the Giru first; if no Giru existed, he would forcibly take village women—such was the nature of a lust demon.
Years ago, the Martial Arts Alliance had publicly declared him a lust demon.
He had never been captured because all the women he had kidnapped and violated were dead, preventing any proper identification, and because he showed no mercy in slaughtering any witnesses within villages—a cruelty he committed without hesitation.
Even now, Gyeom Sa-chan remained in the Giru.
An ornately arranged table of alcohol and women.
Though he sat alone drinking, seven naked women lay sprawled around him in various states of exhaustion.
All the women breathed heavily, utterly spent, and only then—seemingly satisfied—did he bring alcohol and appetizers to his lips.
At that moment, the door opened and another woman entered.
She gazed at the collapsed gisaengs with an incredulous expression, then turned her attention to Gyeom Sa-chan, who sat naked, drinking.
The woman took a seat beside him quietly.
“Your vitality is truly… boundless, isn’t it?”
“This is nothing. I can do much more, so anticipate it.”
“I… shall look forward to it. Hehe, then let me pour you a drink.”
The woman poured alcohol into the empty cup with an awkward expression.
But Gyeom Sa-chan seemed displeased with drinking from such a small cup, so he grasped the bottle itself and began gulping it down greedily.
Even the gisaeng could not help but marvel at such vigor.
Then.
Setting down the bottle, Gyeom Sa-chan suddenly seized the gisaeng’s waist and pulled her toward him. She struggled as she tumbled into his embrace, but unable to overcome his overwhelming strength, she remained held against him.
“Let’s enjoy ourselves!”
“…Wait a moment. Ho, hoho. Ah, the night is still young. If you don’t mind… could you perhaps tell me stories of the outside world?”
“The outside world?”
“Being confined to such a small village, one naturally becomes curious about the tales of the world.”
At the gisaeng’s words, Gyeom Sa-chan swallowed a groan.
Though he wished to satisfy the burning desire consuming him immediately, the gisaeng’s pleading gaze caused him to smirk and nod in agreement.
I began to speak.
As I recounted tales of the Martial Arts World—things I knew, experiences I had endured—half an hour seemed to slip away unnoticed.
The Gisaeng listened intently, watching as Gyeom Sa-chan raised his cup once more, before carefully opening her mouth to speak.
“Hehe— that was quite entertaining. Now then, shall I share a story with you?”
“Hmm? Only if it’s something worth my interest. Otherwise….”
“No, wait a moment. Hehehe, there’s been quite an intriguing rumor circulating lately. Do you happen to know of the Dongfang Family?”
“What?”
“A martial family several days’ journey from here, and strange tales have been spreading from that place recently.”
At the mention of the Dongfang Family, Gyeom Sa-chan flinched and turned his gaze toward her. Moreover, since it was a place connected to him as well, he could not help but feel intrigued.
As Gyeom Sa-chan focused his attention on the Gisaeng, she finally relaxed, steadied her breathing, and began to speak with careful deliberation.
“It seems the Family Head there has recently… acquired something extraordinary.”
“Something?”
“Yes, I’m not certain of the details, but… from what I’ve heard….”
The Gisaeng lowered her voice and glanced around the surroundings.
As if checking whether the unconscious women might regain consciousness and overhear, she cast her gaze about before lowering her voice even further, whispering softly into Gyeom Sa-chan’s ear.
“It’s said to be connected to the Cheonma Chong….”
“…!”

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