Star Instructor, Master Baek Chapter 138: I Am Wiji Cheon

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When they heard that the Scarlet Tiger Boss had been seriously injured, and that there might be a chance for them to seize control of the Scarlet Tiger Gang, the freelancers couldn’t hide their excitent.

“The Scarlet Tiger Boss is hurt, eh? Fufu. Finally, a chance to take him down,” a man with a chain-sickle coiled around his waist and a sickly yellow orb in place of one eye said, licking his lips.

Mighty Blade chuckled, “Still nursing a grudge, eh, Death Sickle? Does that missing eye he took from you still bother you?”

“Don’t even ask,” Death Sickle grumbled. “It hurts like hell every single night.”

The incident had occurred not long after the Scarlet Tiger Boss had claid leadership. Death Sickle, drunk and reckless in a bar one night, had made the mistake of picking a fight with the man. In his drunken stupor, he’d raised a glass in a mock toast to congratulate the new boss.

And the Scarlet Tiger Boss’s response? He’d gouged out Death Sickle’s eye without a second thought.

“Keuaaah! My eye! My eyyyyyee!” Death Sickle scread.

The Scarlet Tiger Boss, unfazed, casually dropped the gouged eyeball into the very drink Death Sickle had offered him and swallowed it with a smile, chewing thoughtfully. “Not bad with a little booze.”

“Keuaaah! You crazy bastard!”

Fortunately, so nearby constables had intervened before the fight could escalate. Still, from that mont on, Death Sickle vowed to kill the Scarlet Tiger Boss. The man had beco his mortal enemy.

“I’ll kill him with my bare hands,” Death Sickle swore, eyes burning with fury. “First, I’ll rip out both his eyes, chop off his legs, and watch him crawl like a worm. Then, I’ll skin him alive and salt the wounds until he begs to kill him.”

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Mighty Blade clapped him on the shoulder, smirking. “He’s all yours, Death Sickle. I won’t get in the way of your sweet revenge.”

He turned to the other ex-freelancers, whose faces mirrored Death Sickle’s eagerness for bloodshed.

“Fufu, looks like you’ve all been itching for a fight,” he laughed.

Freelancers, by their very nature, weren’t the kind to stay put for long. Normally, they’d blow off steam on the road, but the ddling kids from Azure Dragon Academy had kept them holed up in the estate for weeks, and tensions were running high.

As such, sensing a fight on the horizon, they were practically frothing at the mouth like dogs catching the scent of prey.

“Drinking and gambling can only keep you busy for so long,” one ex-freelancer muttered, tapping the hilt of his sword.

“Fufu, I think my blade’s starting to rust. It’s about ti I polished it with so blood.”

“So, when are we doing this?”

“You’re bringing your disciples along, right? You’ll need the help in your old age,” another teased, earning a few chuckles from the group.

Mighty Spear, the second of the Mighty Bear Trio and the most cautious among them, raised an eyebrow. “Hyung-nim, what about the Azure Dragon Academy brats? They’ve been patrolling night and day. They aren’t blind, there’s no way they’re not watching us.”

Mighty Blade paused, surveying the estate. Counting the ex-freelancers and their lackeys, the Great Bear Gang numbered around fifty in total.

I’ll need at least half of them to raid the Scarlet Tigers.

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Ideally, he would’ve preferred a quick and silent night raid with just the ex-freelancers, but with the risk of traps and the need to cover their escape if things went south, they needed more bodies.

“Boss! Take us with you!”

“We’ll be the first to cut down those Scarlet Tiger bastards!”

“We’ll bring glory to the Great Bears with the martial arts you taught us!”

A pack of eager disciples rushed over, their faces glowing with excitent.

Seeing them, Mighty Blade almost laughed aloud. These so-called ‘disciples’ were little more than pawns, lured in with promises of martial arts training. None of the freelancers viewed them as anything but expendable.

“Of course,” he said, suppressing his amusent. “Be ready. We move at dawn, quietly.”

“Yes, Boss!”

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The disciples scattered with newfound purpose, and the ex-freelancers snickered as they watched them go.

“Fools. Half of them will be dead by morning.”

“We can always find new recruits.”

Once the disciples were gone, Mighty Blade turned back to his second brother, Mighty Spear. “If the Azure Dragon Academy kids co after us, it’ll be a pain. To avoid provoking them, we’ll split into small groups and move separately.”

Moving in a large group would make them an easy target. Moving in small groups, on the other hand, gave them a better chance of slipping by unnoticed.

Mighty Blade unfolded a map of Nanchang and smoothed it out on a table. “We’ll move in pairs. First, take your disciples and head to the bars and inns. Keep a low profile, and don’t cause any trouble tonight—those orthodox sects never initiate a fight without reason. Second and Third Bro, you’ll go here. Death Sickle and Lone Wolf, over there. Buster Sword and Ironfist, you’ll hold down this spot.”

Mighty Blade’s long experience as a freelancer was apparent as he quickly assigned tasks to his comrades. Right in the middle of their planned routes, was the Scarlet Tiger Gang’s territory.

“Get drunk, pass out early, act the fool. Then, at 3 a.m., sneak out of the bars through the windows and et up here. Move discreetly. Understood?”

The ex-freelancers grinned, exchanging nods.

“As if it’s our first job.”

“Better get to bed early if we’re waking up before dawn.”

“Fufu, this takes back.”

No more needed to be said. After all, these eight had survived decades of dangerous freelance work.

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Mighty Blade let out a fierce laugh, “By dawn, we’ll have the Scarlet Tiger Gang in our hands. Let’s show those bastards. If anyone stands in our way, we’ll kill them all!”

The ex-freelancers’ eyes glinted with anticipation, their thoughts consud by blood and conquest.