TL: FoodieMonster007
Baek Suryong and Cheoldu talked the night away at the inn, completely unaware that dawn was creeping up on them until the first light shone through the window.
Suddenly, Cheoldu jumped to his feet. “Oh no! I told the guys to disband if I didn’t return by sunrise…”
The night before, he’d given Asam the key to the warehouse and instructed him to divide up the treasure if he didn’t return by dawn. For all he knew, the Ironhead Sect’s headquarters was already completely abandoned.
“You idiot! How could you forget sothing so important?” Baek Suryong shouted, also springing to his feet.
Cheoldu shot back, “You heard everything, didn’t you? Shouldn’t you have rembered it too?”
“What? Now you’re trying to pin this on ?”
“Quit bickering, you fools! If you’ve got ti to argue, you’ve got ti to run!” The old woman barked, her voice gruff and commanding enough to jolt them both back to their senses.
Without another word, they bolted out of the inn, sprinting towards the crumbling mansion that served as the Ironhead Sect’s base.
As the mansion lood into view, Baek Suryong clicked his tongue in disgust, “What the hell…?”
Under the harsh light of day, the place looked even worse than it had in the dark. It was practically a ruin, teetering on the edge of collapse.
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Shaking his head, he asked, “This place looks haunted. Where did all your tribute money go?”
Cheoldu, trailing behind him, muttered sheepishly, “We spent it all on booze, food, and dicine when the kids got hurt…”
Baek Suryong shook his head in disbelief. “So you guys live paycheck to paycheck… Anyway, lucky for you, there’s still so people inside.”
Baek Suryong’s senses were sharp enough to detect the presences in the mansion, thanks to the Heaven Defying Divine Art. He slowed his pace and fell in step next to Cheoldu, then gave him a reassuring pat on the back, saying, “Your friends may not be the brightest, but they’re definitely loyal.”
Cheoldu managed a quiet smile, feeling a flicker of hope, but that was short-lived.
BOOM!
A sudden, loud noise erupted from inside the mansion, and a man shouted, “Okay, listen up, folks!”
“Asam?” Cheoldu mumbled. Asam was the Ironhead Sect’s secretary and one of his closest friends along with the late Jangsam.
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“If Cheoldu isn’t back by now, he’s either dead or captured by the Scarlet Tiger Gang! So, everything in the warehouse is ours now!”
“…What the hell is that bastard talking about?” Cheoldu’s mouth twitched in disbelief.
Asam continued his speech, “But damn it, where could we even go with such a small fortune?”
“Nowhere!”
“Life at the bottom will be the sa wherever we go.”
“Hahaha!”
Laughter erupted from within the mansion.
“These guys… embarrassing in front of a guest…” Cheoldu muttered. Worried that the sorry state of the Ironhead Sect might make Baek Suryong reconsider their alliance, he cast a nervous glance at him, but to his surprise, Baek Suryong was grinning impishly.
“Cheoldu, don’t you get a feeling that sothing is not quite right?” Baek Suryong asked.
Cheoldu blinked in confusion. “…What do you an?”
Baek Suryong chuckled, “If they were really planning to disband, they’d just split the wealth and be done with it. Why is Asam gathering everyone and giving a speech?”
“That’s…”
Finally, Cheoldu realized the strangeness of the situation. These guys were on the brink of death yesterday. Why is Asam saying those things, and why do the others sound so lively and confident?
His questions were answered right away.
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“Fufufu! Who are we? We’re brothers who know all of each other’s secrets!”
“That’s right!”
“Ooh yeah!”
“You got it!”
Asam’s words were t with shouts of agreent, followed by the sound of weapons clashing. The atmosphere was electric, like soldiers preparing for battle.
Asam roared, “He wants to die alone? Cheoldu must think we’re a bunch of idiots. Isn’t that right?!”
The mansion shook with a deafening cheer. Weapons clanged, people yelled, and chaos erupted.
Still trying to process what was happening, Cheoldu whispered, “Why are they…”
Before he could finish his line, Asam’s voice rang out again, more serious this ti.
“Let’s go rescue that stubborn fool Cheoldu. Or better yet, let’s die with him. Who’s coming with to piss all over the Scarlet Tiger Gang’s doorstep?”
“Uwooo!”
The Ironhead Sect mbers’ spirits soared, and the mansion’s ancient gates wobbled as if they might collapse from the sheer force of their energy.
“Gear up, boys! This is war!”
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“WAR!”
Monts later, the already loose hinges on the Ironhead Sect’s gate gave way with a loud crash, and about twenty n burst out, their faces etched with killing intent.
Leading them was Asam, grinning wickedly and brandishing a scythe above his head. “Let’s go! Let’s save our crazy Boss… Cheoldu?”
Asam froze in his tracks, his expression turning to one of confusion as if he’d just seen a ghost.
Cheoldu ran up to him, grinning ear to ear. “It’s good to see you, you fucking bastard!”
SMACK!
“Oof!”
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Asam crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold by Cheoldu’s friendly headbutt.
“Sheesh, you guys sure are embarrassing,” Cheoldu complained as he dusted off his hands and looked around at the n of the Ironhead Sect, who were standing around awkwardly. “As you can see, I’m back. So quit ssing around and get back inside, you dumbasses.”
“……” The n slowly backed into the mansion. The wind whistled through the gaping hole where the gate used to be.
“…And fix that broken gate!” Cheoldu shouted after them.
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