The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 41

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 41

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Whoooosh—
Clouds swallowed the moonlight whole.
Throughout the Dongfang Family compound, I could see figures standing guard with torches in hand. But could that truly be called vigilance? It was almost laughable.
Some stood about idly, chatting and laughing with their companions, while others had tucked themselves into shadowy corners, surrendering to deep slumber.
It seemed they hadn’t even entertained the notion that someone might assault the Dongfang Family.
Dong-bang Gu was no different.
He sat alone in his residence as he always did, his gaze fixed intently upon something before him.
A golden statue carved in the likeness of Asura.
For him, whose hobby was collecting antiquities, this latest acquisition possessed a value far exceeding any other piece in his collection.
It had been difficult to procure, and the price had been astronomical.
Yet it was far too captivating to relinquish.
Behold—this luminous, exquisite form.
Despite being centuries old, its meticulous preservation had granted it an undeniable elegance. The craftsmanship was nothing short of extraordinary, and the Gok Ok pendant hanging from its neck commanded one’s gaze relentlessly.
Once your eyes found it, they could not look away.
Like a man ensnared by something inescapable, he caressed the statue with unfocused eyes, his touch deliberate and reverent.
Just as his hand drew near the Gok Ok—
“Family Head.”
A voice called from beyond the door.
Dong-bang Gu’s eyes snapped open, his expression darkening.
Whip—
He turned his head sharply, his piercing gaze fixed upon the figure outside as he barked.
“What is it!?”
“I’ve come to report on the task you commanded. Should I place the woman we captured in the Underground Organization?”
“Must I give explicit orders for every trivial matter!?”
“…My apologies.”
At his subordinate’s apology, Dong-bang Gu’s expression turned incredulous. Did they truly require direct instruction for every single action? Were they all such incompetent fools?
His scowl refused to soften.
Dong-bang Gu merely clicked his tongue, lamenting his subordinate’s pathetic incompetence.
Sigh—
After exhaling heavily, he barked at the figure still lingering beyond the door.
“Now go!”
“Yes, sir!”
The man who answered the harsh command furrowed his brow.
When he acted on his own initiative, he was criticized for overstepping. When he sought orders, he was berated for lacking independence.
There was simply no way to satisfy such demands.
Moreover, ever since the Family Head brought in that strange statue, his temperament had grown even more unhinged than before.
The moment I stepped outside the building, Subordinates wearing black masks were waiting in readiness.
Not a large contingent—merely three.
It was excessive manpower for abducting a single woman, yet from the perspective of preparing for unforeseen circumstances, it was hardly wasteful.
As I regarded my Subordinates for a moment, I lifted my gaze to the heavens. The clouds obscured the moonlight, making it an ideal night for moving in secrecy.
Moreover, the wind howled as though a tempest were about to break loose, as if assisting us in concealing the sounds of our passage.
It was perfect weather for taking a life.
“Let’s move.”
“Yes!”
The masked figures began moving stealthily over the compound wall behind Sega.
After all, if the old man died and the woman disappeared, suspicion would naturally fall upon the Eastern Families, yet there was no need to act so brazenly.
A faint smirk crossed my face as I scaled the Eastern Families’ compound wall.
That instant.
“Hm? What are these?”
Men clad in pitch-black robes stood directly before me.
Their garments were certainly similar to ours, yet their aura was entirely different. Their eyes and the very presence they emanated were worlds apart.
The moment I instinctively reached for my Sword.
Crack!
A swung iron mace crushed the man’s face.
“Amusing fellows, these.”
Thus Gyeom Sa-chan laughed, raising his iron mace.
With a sickening sound, blood and flesh dripped from the mace as it swung again without giving him time to move.
Crack!

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The night was deep, and not a single ray of moonlight illuminated the darkness.
The wind howled fiercely, and the air reeked of brine and water.
As if to mask the scent of blood itself.
Sensing the approach of a typhoon in the turbulent weather, I climbed onto the roof of this three-story Main Hall.
Then I unpacked the items I had brought.
A bottle of potent liquor and some snacks the old man had prepared for me.
I settled into a comfortable position, poured myself a drink, and turned my gaze toward the distance.
Not far away, the silhouette of the Eastern Families came into view.
“Still quiet for now.”
It was as peaceful as any ordinary night, with nothing amiss.
Even the torches scattered about as if standing guard appeared unchanged from usual, suggesting nothing catastrophic was about to unfold.
Of course, tonight would be different.
I had watched the Seventh Squad enter the inn. I gazed at the serene Eastern Families and brought the bottle to my lips once more.
Then, something peculiar caught my eye.
Not from the Eastern Families, but from a distant street—countless figures began gathering gradually.
I wondered if it was the Seventh Squad, but I shook my head. They were not the type to reveal themselves so brazenly.
Then who could it be?
“The Black Crow Society?”
In that instant, laughter escaped me unbidden.
Though the distance obscured the details, I could see more than fifty armed men advancing toward the Eastern Families.
So the Black Crow Society had taken the bait after all.
“Timing this was quite the ordeal, but it worked out perfectly.”
I had been receiving constant reports on Gyeom Sa-chan’s whereabouts.
Thanks to the Giru network finding him wherever he went, information naturally flowed to Hao Gate without fail.
An arrogant move, made possible only by their certainty that they remained undetected.
And in accordance with that, I had set the Black Crow Society in motion.
Like Hao Gate, they were incapable of resisting money.
Or perhaps even more so.
When they heard the perfectly timed rumors—rumors sensational enough to make their eyes roll back—and learned that the Eastern Families possessed what they sought, they would inevitably move.
The Black Crow Society advanced relentlessly toward the Eastern Families.
Their momentum was distinctly formidable.
Then.
I saw torches wavering from the Eastern Families’ direction.
As if what had been held steady was suddenly dropped to the ground.
Confirming this, I brought the bottle to my lips again.
“The Seventh Squad won’t lose at this level, but they’ll face considerable difficulty.”
I picked up a dried meat snack and chewed it while contemplating what would unfold. The Seventh Squad’s skill was more than sufficient to suppress the gathered Black Crow Society with ease.
However, that didn’t mean they could resolve such numbers quietly.
Of course, the Seventh Squad’s victory was inevitable.
But I was certain the entire process would be far from simple.
*Glug*—
I took another sip of wine while observing the Dongfang Family from afar.
“Sweet as honey.”
In this world, watching fires and watching fights were the most entertaining spectacles. But when one side was a sworn enemy, another was the worst criminal organization, and the victim was a family notorious for tyranny—what more could one ask for?
My eyes remained fixed on this captivating scene, unable to look away.
In that moment, the Black Crow Society members surged over the Dongfang Family’s compound wall.

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*Scrape*—
Gyeom Sa-chan and the Seventh Squad moved with practiced stealth, surveying their surroundings. Though guards were posted, they detected nothing until the assassins were upon them.
*Whoosh*—
A sword swept through the air in an instant, and a head flew from its shoulders.
The body collapsed with a dull thud, but no one responded to the sound.
Everyone was dying in that very moment.
The scattered movements of the Seventh Squad accelerated further.
They slew the sentries and infiltrated swiftly, cutting down those lost in sleep. Hearts were pierced in the dining hall, throats were severed in the outhouse.
A tempest of blood raged, yet the Dongfang Family remained eerily silent.
As if no one had noticed this grotesque situation.
At the center of it all stood Gyeom Sa-chan.
*Crack*—
He swung his crude iron mace, crushing one opponent’s chest, then whirled it around to cave in another’s skull.
Drenched in spraying blood and flesh, he smiled like a reaper of the dead, licking his lips.
‘The Cheonma Chong, they call it?’
Of course, rumors were merely rumors.
Especially those spilling from a gisaeng’s lips—hardly trustworthy.
Yet the circumstances made it undeniable: something comparable to the Cheonma Chong existed.
Otherwise, why would the Sect Leader—a being almost divine—have created the Shadow Assassins and spent decades searching for the Gok Ok?
If I could obtain it?
Gyeom Sa-chan’s hands trembled as he gripped his mace.
Currently, I was merely the captain of the Seventh Squad, but if I could uncover the secrets of the object the Sect Leader so desperately desired and gain its power?
‘There’s no reason I couldn’t reach that position myself.’
The thought alone made my heart race.
I had always looked upward at those above me, but now—the prospect of looking down from such heights filled me with exhilaration.
“Hm?”
Yet the unchanged battlefield suddenly shifted.
Someone was scaling the compound wall.
Not just one or two.
As they crossed the wall and entered, they turned their heads to survey the area, then their eyes widened in shock upon spotting Gyeom Sa-chan and the Seventh Squad.
“….”
“….”
Our eyes met.
Both of us seemed equally flustered by the situation, and we simply stared at each other without uttering a word.
Soon enough, the Black Crow Society realized what was happening.
“Damn it! There’s a customer here! What are you doing?! Strike!”
“We absolutely cannot let them take it!”
“Find the Family Head!”
Those who suddenly raised the alarm drew their blades.
Thanks to them, my plan to handle this discreetly fell apart. The members of the Seventh Squad who had followed in pursuit of Gyeom Sa-chan rushed forward to silence them, but there were far too many.
“What in the world…!”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Those who had scaled the wall parried the Squad members’ fierce attacks and, whenever an opening appeared, swung their blades without hesitation.
They were no mere bandits.
Men who had trained in martial arts to some degree.
While not exceptionally skilled individually, their overwhelming numbers—well over fifty—put us in an equally dire predicament.
Moreover.
“What are you fools doing?!”
“Damn it, intruders! Intruders!”
Shrill! Shrill! Shrill!
The Eastern Sect Warriors began discovering corpses throughout the compound and raising the alarm. The Tiger Horn was being sounded, and warriors were rushing from all directions.
Soon, they appeared and drew their swords.
“Tch?! What kind of cursed situation is this…!”
Gyeom Sa-chan ground his teeth in frustration.
They say one can never predict how the world will turn, but for such events to occur simultaneously was absurd.
No matter how I thought about it, the situation was bizarre.
As I clenched my jaw and raised my iron mace.
Suddenly, the doors to the Main Hall burst open and the Family Head appeared.
“What is the meaning of this-!”
Resonant! Resonant!
A thunderous voice echoed loudly.
The voice, infused with inner power, reverberated through every corner, and anger burned in Dong-bang Gu’s eyes.
He who had shouted slowly surveyed his surroundings.
Taking in the countless Black-Robed Figures before him, he then looked toward where Gyeom Sa-chan stood.
Then, turning his head as if to examine the area once more, he confirmed the corpses of fallen warriors.
His initially furious expression gradually transformed.
Gulp.
Eventually, his face drained of all color, and he could only swallow hard.
The sound of his swallow seemed to echo deafeningly through the air.
“….”
Without a word, he took a step backward.
I stepped through the wide-open door and closed it naturally behind me.
Slam!
The sound of the door shutting echoed through the space.
“It’s the Family Head! Seize him!”
“He has the object!”
Someone from the Black Crow Society shouted harshly, and several of them began sprinting frantically toward the main hall where Dong-bang Gu had vanished.
Watching this unfold, Gyeom Sa-chan’s expression darkened.
“I’ll go. Clean up the surroundings.”
“Yes!”
Gyeom Sa-chan, wielding his iron mace, launched himself forward and swung it brutally at the swarm of Black Crow Society members attempting to enter the main hall.
Crash!

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