Are you deaf?! Get over here right this instant, Grandma!
We went downstairs to find a drunkard throwing things everywhere and making a ss. Next to him, a group of n who should have worn a label saying neighborhood fallen noble on their foreheads laughed frivolously as they teased the won.
H-Heo Il, please dont be like this, youre troubling our guests.
The drunkard was Heo Il, the son of the recently deceased Old Man Heo. In front of him, the manager of the Scarlet Palace, a short middle-aged man, waved his arms frantically, trying to stop Heo Il.
However, Heo Il only smirked and stared at the manager, asking, How long have you been working here, Manager Jang?
More than twenty years. This was my first job, and I havent left this place ever since. But you already know that, dont you?
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Heo Il couldnt be more than forty. If hed known the Scarlet Palace manager for twenty years, then that could only an that hed been in and out of the brothel since what, six years of age? So that was the kind of guy he was.
Of course. Thats why, you should also already know where that damn old mans inheritance is going, right? Who do you think this brothel will soon belong to? Huh?
Heo Il poked at Manager Jangs forehead with a finger and despicably laughed, Fool, if you wish to continue working here in the future, then youd better stay in line. Understood?
ENOUGH! shouted Madam Son scornfully as she followed us downstairs.
When he saw her, Heo Il ambled over to us, bringing with him the reek of alcohol.
Wow, look what we have here. Grandma, why did you pretend you were absent?
If drinking is what youre here for, then just quietly drink. Why are you making a ruckus?
Huhu, I was just livening up the atmosphere. You got a problem with that?
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Livening up the atmosphere? How dare youthe Scarlet Palace belongs to !
That was when the old man was alive. Do you still not understand the situation?
Where are my bouncersHEY! Throw this bastard out right away! Madam Son scread, looking around for the brothel bouncers. However, all of them were either busy doing sothing else, or didnt want to get into a conflict with the owners son and his fallen noble friends.
Whos going to throw out who? Are you seriously saying that? You, a re employee, wants to throw out your employer?
Although the issue of the inheritance had not yet been resolved, Heo Il was Old Man Heos only son after all. There was a high probability that the governnt would eventually hand the inheritance over to him, and Heo Il knew it. That was the main reason why he was being so smug and pretentious right now, even grabbing a random woman by the waist and pulling her into his embrace.
Heeheehee, co here, my little pretty.
Please stop this, Im not a prostitute.1
Are you going to continue refusing even if I fire you right away?
Tsk I clicked my tongue at Heo Ils dirty behavior. If this asshole takes over the brothel, this business is dood.
The deceased Old Man Heo might have been a notorious loan shark, but the son was even more trashy than the father. It was no wonder he was disowned. Even with us watching, Heo Il and his cronies quickly beca more and more barbaric, pinching food from the other custors and openly sexually harassing the won, even threatening them with weapons if they tried to put up a struggle.
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Mr Constable, are you going to keep standing idly by and do nothing? Ak Yeon-Ho said coldly, even as his eyes burned with flas of rage.
I dont think the governnt should butt in when it cos to family matters.
For that kind of reason!
But Constable Cheong-Cheon glanced at the swords hanging on Heo Il and the nobles waists for a mont, then continued, It is fine if murim warriors are the ones who stand up for injustice.
What?
Unlike the confused Ak Yeon-Ho, I imdiately understood the aning behind the constables words.
The governnt never interferes in murim affairs. That ans, they will turn a blind eye to murim people who start a fight. Now, see the swords on these bastards waists? We could technically consider them as murim people.
I guess so
Constable Cheong-Cheon nodded expressionlessly, his face seeming like it wouldnt change a bit even if he were stabbed.
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That was basically him hinting that he was giving us permission, so I grinned and told Ak Yeon-Ho, Hear that, Yeon-Ho? As mbers of the orthodox sects, can we honorably stand by and do nothing as powerless civilians and innocent won are bullied by these thugs?
Of course not.
Finally, Ak Yeon-Ho nodded in understanding. He then charged into the ss, yelling, DIE, BASTARDS!
WHAM!
Ak Yeon-Hos sent a flying kick at the tip of a mans chin, followed by a one-sided beat down. He seed to be enjoying himself with every strike.
Hey, whats with this guy?
What the fuck!
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As I watched the rapidly progressing fight from the sidelines, Constable Cheong-Cheon asked, Arent you going to join the fray?
My body is a little sickly, and fighting is not my field of expertise.
Wait, werent you from the Murim Alliance?
Just because Im a murim person, does that an that all I can do is fight? No no no, my assets are my intelligence and experience with many different martial arts.
Ah, yes
Not even five minutes later, Heo Il and his cronies were respectfully kneeling down before us.
Oi. I squatted down in front of Heo Il and poked his forehead.
If youre seeing this, you are at the wrong place.
J-Just who are you people Heo Il, whose head had turned into a swollen over-stead bao, stamred. Seeing the sheer terror written all over his face, I guess the beating helped sober him up a little.
Were you the one who murdered Old Man Heo?
W-What are you talking about? What kind of crap is that!?
I stared straight into the panicking Heo Ils eyes and coldly laughed, Just from observing what you did today, youre the one who benefits the most from Old Man Heos death.
No way! Why would I murder an old man whos going to die in a few years anyway?
Because you hate him for disowning you, and because you were running out of pocket money. As expectedyoure the culprit, arent you?
No, I didnt kill him!
It would be good for you to confess before suffering is unleashed upon your body.
I-It wasnt ! Really!
I deliberately created an atmosphere of fear and pressed him hard. During my long career as an instructor, Ive seen countless people telling all kinds of lies. I thus learned to take note of their eye movents, hand movents, speech and vocal changes. So people could even consciously control their bodily movents when they were lying. However, Heo Il was a total amateur at lying, and I could see through him easily.
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Hes definitely hiding sothing, but
The changes to his behavior were too subtle, and more characteristic of a person who was being frad. If he were the murderer, his reaction would have been far more pronounced and exaggerated than this.
Besides, Im not the only person who benefits from the old mans death!
I heard that youre his only child, though. Are you trying to say that you have other siblings?
Heo Il snorted in derision for his deceased father, then replied, Not officially, but do you seriously think that its possible for a scoundrel who slept with prostitutes all the ti to only have one child?
You! How could you, to your own father
Madam Son trembled with fury, and even the forever expressionless face of Constable Cheong-Cheon seed to harden a little. As for Ak Yeon-Hoif I hadnt sent him a warning look, the man would have already given Heo Il a second beating.
How could I say that!? Grandma, youve also seen them lots of tis, havent you? Fathers illegitimate children co here asking for money all the ti!
JUST SHUT UP! Please!
YOU shut up, Grandma!
I interjected between the quarrelling bitch and son of a bitch, saying, Shut up, both of you.
They snapped their mouths shut.
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I looked alternatingly at the two frenzied people and sighed, I suppose this is enough for today. Both of you, stay at ho and dont go anywhere.
Who the hell are you, anyway
BONK!
I smacked the back of Heo Ils head and he fell down sideways, unconscious. Nice, Id actually been wanting to hit him for a while!
You dont need to know, punk.
I turned around and found Constable Cheong-Cheon looking at incredulously, while Ak Yeon-Ho stared down at the fallen Heo Il like he was a disgusting bug.
I think Ive heard everything I wanted to hear from the people here, so we should be leaving now. Madam Son, please remain here until we return.
We left the pale-faced Madam Son behind and walked out of the Scarlet Palace.
Between clenched teeth, Ak Yeon-Ho growled, How could a child say that about his father?
Its all about the money.
Most of the problems humans face in life were, after all, related to money. So parents would sell their children for money, and so children would kill their parents for money. Even couples who had sworn to love each other forever could beco sworn enemies and tear each other apart over money.
The only way for one to escape from the prison of money, is to have a lot of money.
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What makes you think that? You could choose to marry a girl who doesnt care about money.
Youre such a child. No woman like that exists!
They exist! Im sure of it!
Yeah, good luck looking for one, then.
Anyway, my first step to earning loads of money was to pass the entrance exam for the Azure Dragon Academy. To do that, I needed to catch the culprit of this murder case and score myself so bonus interview points.
Hoo I sighed, strolling down the dark streets of the city. Before I knew it, dusk had fallen.
Lets go see the last suspect.
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