A Modern Man Who Got Transmigrated Into the Murim World

**Chapter 58**

The fact that Gu Cheon-gi, the leader of the Wihyeol Group, was both the leader of the Open Group and known by the alias ‘Chwiseonggae’ was an open secret even among the new members of the group.

Additionally, there was no separate headquarters for the Open Group in Hunan; the person himself, Gu Cheon-gi, symbolized the headquarters, which was another matter the members kept discreet.

For this reason, Gu Cheon-gi, despite his alias ‘Chwiseonggae,’ was known for his extremely meticulous and difficult temperament. No matter how busy he was, he always made sure to review each report that came to him. If the new members missed even the smallest piece of information, that day would become a day of punishment, with the infamous “Tagubong” (the staff used for punishment) dancing.

Whenever the new members were beaten mercilessly, their apologies would be something like, “Ah, leader! We made a mistake!” and that would be the end of it. The term “leader” was one that Gu Cheon-gi hated most, especially when disguised as the leader of the Wihyeol Group.

This time, Wang Eung, a new member of the group, stood before Chwiseonggae’s door, trying to compose himself as he had made up his mind not to make the same mistake again.

Why had Gu Cheon-gi, who had been away for nearly a month, returned now? The new members had speculated that Gu Cheon-gi was displeased with the intelligence reports, so he had decided to go directly to the field himself.

Wang Eung, fully aware of the bad mood Gu Cheon-gi would be in, wondered what would happen to the first person who would run into him. The answer was simple—he would die.

He knew well enough that he didn’t want to be the first person. After taking a deep breath, Wang Eung finally knocked.

“Y-yes, it’s me, Wang Eung,” he stammered.

He slapped his own cheek in an attempt to calm himself. He had to be more focused.

“Come in.”

Wang Eung swallowed nervously. After a moment of hesitation, he opened the door to the office, but as soon as he stepped inside, a staff was sent flying at his head.

*Crack!*

“Ah!” Wang Eung instinctively blocked the attack but found himself in a dilemma as the staff curved and hit him in the side, and then another strike was coming for his head. He tried to protect his head and torso, but in doing so, he exposed his back. The staff struck with precision, landing on his back and causing him intense pain.

*Crack, crack, crack!*

“Ahhh! Ahhh! I-I’m sorry, Leader!” Wang Eung cried out, but before he could finish, hundreds of strikes seemed to appear out of nowhere, and he froze in place.

Could it be that this was the infamous “Tagubong” technique, which was known to be so deadly that it was said no one could escape it?

But to think that such a technique was used on a subordinate?

Even though the strikes lacked the full strength of internal energy, they were still devastating. Gu Cheon-gi’s skill, known as *Cheonhamugu*, was formidable.

Wang Eung, realizing the severity of the situation, crawled forward and grabbed the hem of Chwiseonggae’s robes.

“P-please spare me! I’ll bring gifts next time!” Wang Eung begged desperately.

Gu Cheon-gi, or rather Chwiseonggae, looked down at him with a strange expression, full of a twisted excitement. The strange combination of techniques used to punish Wang Eung was oddly satisfying to him.

This technique, although not as powerful as the famed sword techniques of the Sword God or the Demon God, gave him a peculiar sense of satisfaction.

It was the most primal form of martial art: simply striking.

It was no wonder that legendary beggars had obsessively practiced this technique.

Chwiseonggae, his expression turning cold, spoke in a serious tone.

“You come empty-handed, don’t you?”

“W-what?” Wang Eung was stunned as he looked at his hands.

At that moment, his face fell in realization, and he slumped to the floor in despair.

His mistake was glaring—he had come to visit without bringing wine. That was an unforgivable blunder.

Wang Eung fell prostrate.

“I-I’ve committed a grave mistake! Next time I’ll bring the finest wine!”

Chwiseonggae, his mood lightening, nodded in approval.

“At least you understand. Bring some *Yeohahong* next time.”

“Of course! Yes, yes!”

Finally satisfied, Chwiseonggae withdrew his staff and took his seat.

“Now then, what’s the matter?”

Wang Eung, after struggling to regain his composure, presented a letter to Chwiseonggae.

“Please take a look at this. The situation in Zhengzhou is critical.”

“Critical?”

“Yes. Nearly all of the businesses under the Manggumsangdan are being sold or taken over.”

Chwiseonggae’s expression grew solemn as he processed the information. The Manggumsangdan was a group that had once controlled vast wealth in the martial world. However, Chwiseonggae was not surprised. This had been expected.

“I understand. You may leave now.”

“Yes?”

Wang Eung was confused. Chwiseonggae seemed strangely indifferent to this sudden upheaval in the martial world.

How could he be so calm when such a major shift was happening in the upper circles of the martial world? The Manggumsangdan was a force that controlled vast resources.

“Shouldn’t we investigate further?” Wang Eung asked.

“It’s not necessary,” Chwiseonggae replied nonchalantly. “Those who once ruled with wealth will soon forget that taste for power. They’ll likely reappear under a different name. When that happens, that’s when we will act.”

Chwiseonggae was unconcerned with chasing down those who had disappeared.

With his vast experience, he knew that trying to uncover their whereabouts would be futile. The true power of these groups would not be revealed so easily. Even if all the martial world’s strength were used, it would be meaningless against the true players behind these moves.

“I’ll pass your message on to the new members. You may go now.”

“Yes… I understand.”

With a shudder and a quick shake of his body, Wang Eung hurriedly exited the office.

Then, without much care, Jo Hwi leaned back into his chair, seemingly bored.

*“Damn, when is that woman going to show up?”*

The person Jo Hwi had been waiting for three days and nights was Chun Seon.

She was the only one who could help him scatter flowers on his path to infiltrating the Bi Gong Ilmaek (Secret Sect).

According to what Chwi Seon Gae had told him, Chun Seon had no fixed residence or routine. Sometimes she would appear every few days to give Chwi Seon Gae new missions, but there were times she would disappear for months without a trace.

In the current situation, where Bi Gong Ilmaek was poised to extend its reach over Jo Gadae Sanghoe, the merchant group, Jo Hwi wondered how much longer he would have to wait for her, playing the role of Chwi Seon Gae.

If she didn’t show up within the next month, Jo Hwi would have no choice but to return to Jo Gadae Sanghoe and prepare for the coming malice of Bi Gong Ilmaek.

Just then, two shadows appeared in the darkness where the candlelight did not reach, swaying before suddenly rising.

Naturally, Jo Hwi was startled, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Currently, he was disguised as Chwi Seon Gae.

Although he was still fully in control of his intentions, his perceptive abilities had naturally been limited in this form.

The newcomers were a man and a woman, both cloaked in dark garments.

Jo Hwi, unable to gauge when they had infiltrated the room due to his impaired senses, was immediately filled with dread.

One of the two, the woman, was someone Jo Hwi recognized immediately. He had memorized Chwi Seon Gae’s description of Chun Seon countless times.

*“Chun… Seon…!”*

A voice full of regret, almost squeezing his heart, came from Chwi Seon Gae (who was in disguise as Jo Hwi). Upon hearing this, Chun Seon lightly furrowed her brows.

“It seems you’ve grown to hate me quite naturally.”

She appeared to be a woman past her forties, yet her beauty was at its peak. Had she been younger, she could have rivaled Han Seol Hyeon in terms of stunning beauty.

Jo Hwi suppressed a painful groan, then shifted his gaze to the man beside her. This man must be the Dark Ghost Wolf (Eumhaek Gwirang), whose martial arts were said to be incomprehensible even by Chwi Seon Gae, the head of Gaebang.

Though Jo Hwi felt frustrated that he couldn’t show his true martial prowess, he understood that it wasn’t yet the right time, so he could only glare silently.

He then asked in an indifferent tone, “What is it this time?”

Unexpectedly, Chun Seon answered, *“Gaebang is planning something with Yeajeop.”*

*“Yeajeop? Planning something?”*

Jo Hwi’s confusion was evident in his face.

A murderous aura began to manifest on Chun Seon’s face.

“It would be ideal if Bi Gong Ilmaek can take action, but if it’s not possible, we can simply annihilate them.”

Jo Hwi frowned.

“Gaebang is a sect under the influence of the Murim Alliance. Do you think they would stand idly by if we made such a move?”

Yeajeop (Night Butterfly), the world’s premier information organization, was firmly on the side of righteousness and evil. Even though Gaebang dealt with more information, its quality was considered inferior to Yeajeop’s.

In such a situation, if Gaebang attempted to meddle with Yeajeop, it would likely lead to a struggle over influence, which would surely be noticed by the Alliance.

“The backlash from the Alliance is inevitable, but it’s something that must be done,” Chun Seon said.

Jo Hwi’s face grew even more serious.

“Even I, as the head of Gaebang, have been part of Bi Gong Ilmaek’s covert operations for over ten years. Don’t you think it’s time that you stopped asking why and simply followed my orders?”

Chun Seon’s expression became strange.

“Are you questioning the actions of Bi Gong Ilmaek?”

Jo Hwi’s voice hardened.

“Gaebang’s very survival is at stake. If Gaebang is expelled from the Alliance, can you take full responsibility for that?”

Chun Seon bit her lip, anger flashing in her eyes. She couldn’t afford to disregard Chwi Seon Gae’s protest any longer, and reluctantly began to reveal some information.

“Yeajeop has become too deeply connected with Jo Gadae Sanghoe. So Geom Sin (Little Sword God) is someone who skillfully manipulates their intelligence.”

“Geom Sin?”

Jo Hwi was taken aback by this unexpected response.

“He has become an enemy of Bi Gong Ilmaek. This is part of the plan to deal with him, so you must follow my orders.”

“Hmm…”

Jo Hwi’s face darkened as he processed the situation, and a mysterious smile began to form. He then brushed his fingers over his mustache.

*“Ugh, this is so frustrating. I can’t take it anymore.”*

As he spoke, Chwi Seon Gae (disguised as Jo Hwi) suddenly plucked at his own mustache and smiled mischievously, which threw Chun Seon off guard.

*“What… What is this?!”*

In a hurry, Chun Seon rummaged through her clothes and took out a small vial containing Blood Huang Gu (a type of poison). She shook it in a panic, waiting for Chwi Seon Gae’s response.

But strangely, Chwi Seon Gae showed no signs of distress, only smiling in a way that irritated Chun Seon.

At that moment, Jo Hwi’s eyes began to glow with a strange light—one eye glowing white, the other purple.

The Dark Ghost Wolf, sensing something unusual, tried to retreat, but he was immediately frozen by an overwhelming force of mental energy.

Around Chun Seon and the Dark Ghost Wolf, countless spots began to manifest, gradually merging together into a horrifying and bizarre scene.

The spots pressed down on a steel vault, crushing it as if it were a mere piece of paper before turning into a small marble.

Chun Seon could only stand frozen in shock, unable to speak.

Just then, the door to the office was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

It was none other than Baek Hwa Rin, who had been selling vegetables at a nearby stall.

The moment Jo Hwi revealed his mental power, it served as a signal.

Baek Hwa Rin sniffed her hands, which smelled of garlic, and glared at Chun Seon.

*“Is this her?”*

A shabby, vegetable-selling woman suddenly kicked open the door and barged in, immediately calling someone “that woman” with disdain, which caused Chunseon to seethe with anger even amidst the chaos.

“How dare you, you filthy—!”

*Slap!*

With a searing pain, Chunseon’s head was swiftly snapped to the side. The slap from Cheonbyeonhyeolhu, the master of slapping, was beyond human endurance, causing unimaginable agony.

“Ahhh!”

Chunseon collapsed to the floor, clutching her swollen cheek as if to protect herself from the excruciating pain.

Then, a formidable point, hovering near her lower body, grew closer, and in horror, she fell backward, stumbling away in shock.

Trembling.

The monstrous figure of Chwisun-gye, with its eerie control over points in the air, and the speed with which the vegetable seller slapped her, were signs that the woman was no ordinary martial artist.

Finally, Chunseon began to realize that she was in a situation beyond her capabilities.

Her subordinate, the shadowy figure known as Amdogwilang, also shared her sense of dread.

“W-what… who are you people…?” Chunseon stammered in shock.

To this, Jo Hwi, reclining indifferently in his chair, replied, “With such limited vision, what could you possibly know about the underground dealings?”

“…”

It was then that Chunseon suddenly grimaced in realization.

The ability to manipulate the many pressure points in the air—she had only heard of one person who could do such a thing.

“S-Sogyeomshin (Little Sword God)?”

At the mention of the name, Jo Hwi’s face suddenly shifted, returning to his original, calm demeanor.

“Ah, that vicious woman. The way she stirred up loneliness and grief as soon as things went awry—I’m shaking even though I wasn’t involved. How pitiful is her mindset? Even if it was ordered by the higher-ups, shouldn’t she have respected the ties of marriage, the natural order?”

“…”

The secret, the hidden shame of Bigoongilmaek, where the master of the famed martial sect, the head of Gyeobang, was seduced into betrayal by a woman—it was the greatest secret in the martial world, and it was now being exposed.

Yet, Sogyeomshin spoke with the tone of one who knew everything.

Chunseon’s eyes widened with realization.

“He… He betrayed us…?” she asked in shock.

“Is that so? Do you have the right to talk about betrayal?” Jo Hwi said, collecting his sword and dissolving the pressure points in the air.

“Make one wrong move and you’ll die. You’d better cooperate,” Jo Hwi said, his eyes narrowed dangerously. “Start now!”

With a disgruntled look, still sniffing the garlic scent on her hands, Baek Hwaryeon, the notorious Cheonbyeonhyeolhu, slowly walked over and began to untie Chunseon’s clothes without warning.

“What are you doing!” Chunseon cried out in protest.

“Stupid woman, do you think you’re going to get away with this just by looking?” Baek Hwaryeon sneered.

Then, she pulled out a dagger and pressed it between her lips. “If you don’t stay still, you’ll die.”

Suddenly, Baek Hwaryeon began stripping Chunseon of her clothes, causing Jo Hwi to panic.

“Hey, what are you doing!?”

Baek Hwaryeon glanced at Jo Hwi and scoffed.

“Can’t you tell? She’s the kind of woman who made it by using her looks and body! Her body is a weapon!”

“But…?” Jo Hwi started, confused.

Baek Hwaryeon clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Tch. They told me to disguise myself as this woman and infiltrate that dangerous place, but what am I supposed to do now? Use one night with the leader to expose my identity?”

“Ah…”

Without hesitation, after undressing Chunseon, Baek Hwaryeon herself began to strip off her own clothes.

Jo Hwi, frozen in shock, could not tear his eyes away from the scene. While martial artists in the martial world were known for their freedom, this was an extreme level of boldness.

But for Baek Hwaryeon, who had lived as Cheonbyeonhyeolhu, the outer appearance and bodily covering were as disposable as any outfit. To her, physical appearance meant little.

At that moment, as their naked forms were revealed, even the demon was stirred with extreme interest.

Jo Hwi was reminded of the images drawn in the Buddhist Devil Cave by that strange artist, with its eerily delicate depictions of women. The bodies of Chunseon and Baek Hwaryeon would not be out of place in his paintings.

Baek Hwaryeon carefully inspected Chunseon’s body, taking out tools to replicate the unique marks and points of Chunseon’s skin, even her body hair, with remarkable attention to detail.

The transformation she was undergoing was a true masterpiece.

As Baek Hwaryeon’s gaze lingered on Chunseon’s chest, comparing it to her own, she muttered, “Tch.”

Jo Hwi, grinning, teased, “So, what are you going to do about that?”

Baek Hwaryeon, with a dark expression of humiliation, searched through her bag.

She pulled out a small glass bottle containing a glowing liquid, and, after glancing briefly at Jo Hwi, said, “This stuff is extremely expensive. I’ll charge you for it later.”

Jo Hwi looked at her curiously as she carefully opened the bottle and applied a small amount of liquid to her palm, rubbing it into her chest.

“What?” Jo Hwi exclaimed, his face filled with disbelief.

Her chest began to swell, a phenomenon that left Jo Hwi stunned.

“Wow, is this some kind of scam?” he asked in amazement.

“This is poison,” Baek Hwaryeon replied. “Do you know how dangerous this is? If you don’t constantly regulate your inner energy, you’ll die!”

After completing the process, Baek Hwaryeon began to dress herself in Chunseon’s clothes, while Jo Hwi remained motionless, watching.

Baek Hwaryeon, her gaze now sharp and filled with malice, turned her attention back to Chunseon.

“Groan.”

“What—what did you say?” Jo Hwi stammered.

*Slap!*

Based on their own talents and strengths, they must redefine their martial arts skills and, through countless training and real battles, finally stand tall as true warriors.

If one has short arms and is talented in agile movements, they will be advantageous in the rapid sword-drawing and swift sword techniques, which are suited to the sword styles of the Kunlun Sword School and the Hainan Sword School.

One who possesses extraordinary vision and can instinctively pinpoint the moment to unleash their inner strength is advantageous in finger techniques and flying knife techniques, making them suitable for the martial arts of the Four Thousand Hall.

A person with good patience, steadfast character, and exceptional lower body strength was suited for the Shaolin martial arts.

If one were to analyze the basics with a sharp mind and excel in martial arts, they would have no shortage of being under the tutelage of the extreme volcanic sword techniques of the Illusionary Sword and the Transforming Initial.

Thus, since martial arts bloom according to each individual’s talent, there are so many martial arts schools scattered throughout the martial world.

The reason why Jo Hwi’s Heavenly Sword Technique, the Heavenly Demon Three Swords, appeared to be completely different from the martial arts of his masters was precisely because of that.

However, the assassins, having erased all their own strengths and characteristics, were solely obsessed with the art of the one-hit kill, making it very difficult to reach a high level of mastery.

Originally, martial arts that force a lack of individuality find it difficult to reach the realm of ascension.

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However, there was one who completely shattered such common sense of the assassin world, and that was the legendary assassin of the assassin world, Ilgeomcheonsal Jo Ryong.

He had long arms.

And by nature, he was dull and his movements were clumsy.

Moreover, his character was gentle, and he lacked the patience that was essential for an assassin.

When he first entered the world of assassins, everyone laughed at him.

Truly, it is a level of skill that is utterly unbefitting of an assassin, or rather, even the very notion of it being unbefitting is an understatement.

From physical traits to the inherent nature of a person, even down to a gentle appearance, all these aspects made it seem that he had no chance at all.

A person utterly unsuitable for assassination techniques.

However, Joryong scoffed at all the evaluations of those assassins and finally became a legend.

Just one second.

A sword with no grandiose maneuvers or flashy techniques, just an extremely fast thrust in a straight line.

People often marvel at incredible speeds, exclaiming, “It’s as fast as light.”

But that’s just talk; it probably isn’t actually faster than light.

However, Jo-ryong’s swift sword was truly faster than light.

While he was smiling gently, suddenly, the moment his arm blurred, everyone was pierced through the forehead and died.

If you examine the bodies of the dead with him, you won’t find a single one with a look of horror or agitation.

A scene of everyday life where they just stop, smiling and chatting.

Contrary to the assassins’ concerns, his gentle disposition and likable appearance have instead become Jo-ryong’s greatest weapons.

Finally, the assassins began to whisper that with his single sword, he could even kill the heavens.

One Sword, Heaven’s Kill.

There were countless famous assassins who left their mark on the world of assassins, but none had ever perfectly achieved the one-hit kill like he did.

Naturally, the assassins searched the entire martial world to learn his great assassination techniques, but at some point, he suddenly disappeared from the world of assassins.

If it weren’t for the prevailing attitude in the martial world that looked down on assassins, he would have been praised as a god rather than a heavenly being, and he would have rightfully been called the God of Killing.

However, the legendary martial arts of the assassin sect have re-emerged in Jo Hwi’s hands after hundreds of years.

I clearly saw the Dark Demon with my own two eyes.

It is an unattainable dream for all assassins.

A straight line that burned as red as blood.

It was undoubtedly the extreme of the will to control the qi, the Sword Qi Thread.

The difficulty of that swordsmanship is the highest level of swordsmanship comparable to the Sword of Victory.

“Could it be… that you intend to pass on the great killing technique to me…?”

In the voice of the extremely trembling Dark Demon, Chunseon was staring at him with wide eyes.

The Dark Demon Lord, who never lost his composure in any situation.

How could someone who seemed like a model of indifference and coldness be so shaken?

“Is there any reason it wouldn’t work?”

Gulp.

The two eyes of the dark demon were soon filled with desperate desire.

“……What should I do?”

Seeing this, Chunseon, in a state of panic, let out a sharp scream.

“Hey, you ear!”

Screeeech!

Baek Hwa-rin, who had mercilessly slapped Chun-seon, fixed Chun-seon’s body again with fire in her eyes.

“Whore!” Can’t you just stay still? “Can’t you see that I’m currently shaping your chest?”

A little while ago, Baek Hwa-rin took off her clothes again and was adjusting her chest because she didn’t like how it looked.

For her, this is the most important moment.

The chest swollen by the poison soon hardens in that shape for several days.

If we don’t quickly get things in order before that, it would be like wasting that expensive poison.

Moreover, as the pain gradually intensified due to the addiction, her irritation was beyond measure.

“If you move one more time, I’ll cut out your heart.”

Even without that, the deep sense of defeat (?) Because of the discomfort, Baek Hwa-rin’s fierce expression was nothing short of terrifying.

Clearly, without a moment’s hesitation, she would cut out her own heart.

Soon, when Chunsun, with a pale face, firmly closed her mouth, Jo Hwi shook his head vigorously and then looked at the Dark Ghost again.

“Well, isn’t it obvious what I want?” We become employees of the Central Committee of the Workers’ Party. You will become a subordinate who absolutely obeys the orders of this minor deity.

“…….”

In response to Jo Hwi’s answer, the Dark Demon clearly showed signs of anguish.

Chunseon glanced at him and ended up feeling a sense of futility.

The fact that that tough man is in anguish is already evidence that his heart is swayed.

After pondering for a long time, he finally opened his heavy mouth.

“An advance payment is not important to me.” What matters to me is the salary.

Jo Hwi’s expression brightened for a moment, but he quickly erased that demeanor and returned to being a merchant.

“How much do you want?”

The Dark Demon had no hesitation in answering.

“It is enough to sustain a small village for a month.”

“Small village?”

“About a hundred households.”

If it’s a hundred, no matter how small you catch it, it’s four hundred.

Crazy bastard. Is that a small village?

He could roughly guess why he had lived so obsessed with money.

Even if we can’t know the exact story behind it, there’s no doubt that he is shouldering the entire livelihood of the village.

Jo Hwi pondered for a moment and then furrowed his brow.

“It’s too much to handle within the monthly salary range, isn’t it?” You’re asking for at least the living expenses of five hundred people, right?

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“I will leave the judgment to you.” If you don’t see enough value in this dark spirit, then there’s nothing I can do about it, is there?

It was the attitude of someone who fully knows their own worth.

The 비공일맥, who dominate the underground world, and the, who have guarded such dangerous and secretive individuals for a lifetime, would have incredible information just from what they’ve overheard.

Nevertheless, the amount he proposed was too much for one person’s monthly salary to handle.

Jo Hwi frowned.

“Just tell me the amount.”

“One hundred nyang in gold coins.”

“Wow.”

Definitely too strong.

If the monthly salary is a hundred nyang of gold, it means they are receiving more than the founding meritorious subjects of the Jo family.

To demand a higher monthly salary than Vice President Jegal Un or Executive Director Jang Il-ryong!

Well, it wasn’t a huge burden for Jo Hwi, but it definitely had the potential to become a problem later on.

For any organization to last long, equity and fairness are essential.

In other words, if you are to pay the Dark Spirit a monthly salary of one hundred gold coins, you must treat all the employees of similar rank equally.

This issue was not merely a matter of losing a hundred nyang in monthly wages for Jo Hwi.

“Who do you think you are to raise the salaries of all positions above manager at once?”

“Annual salary? What is that?” What is that?

“Sigh…….”

Jo Hwi, with a vacant expression, gazes at the distant mountain.

In the sight of Jo Hwi, who seemed to value money more than handing over the legendary assassin’s technique of the assassin world, the three gods who were watching were truly astonished.

-Huh…….

-You bastard! Is spending money more precious than giving up martial arts?

Only a hundred nyang in gold?

Is the value of Ilgeomcheonhong really only worth a hundred nyang?

Even if it were sold for a hundred thousand nyang or a million nyang, there would be countless people in the world who would come carrying bags of gold coins.

Indeed, Jo Hwi is a person who is more suited to being a merchant than a martial artist.

However, in a situation like this where you can’t just kill the opponent, nothing could proceed without obtaining him.

In the end, Jo Hwi furrowed his brow roughly and ground his teeth.

“Alright.” A hundred nyang a month… I’ll treat you like that. “But you should be prepared.”

Given the circumstances, there was nothing I could do.

I will grind him up!

I will take even the soul!

Armed with such a thorough owner’s mindset, Jo Hwi rolled up his sleeves as if he were about to be deployed to the site immediately.

Soon, Jo Hwi glanced at Baek Hwa-rin with a look full of annoyance.

“Hey, haven’t you finished yet?”

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“Fuck, stop whining.”

Looking at Baek Hwa-rin, who was meticulously applying makeup to match her skin tone, as if she couldn’t afford to miss even the smallest detail, Jo Hwi clicked his tongue at her thoroughness.

She is truly a person who watches over her life as if she were a ghost.

“Ah, damn it!” Why the hell do you have a gap-toothed smile at a time like this?

Baek Hwa-rin, after flipping Chun-seon’s lips to check her teeth, soon became despairingly rigid.

Jo Hwi’s head tilted sideways in confusion.

“Can’t we just attach the gae?”

The method of attaching the kai made of ivory was none other than the method she had passed on to Jo-hwi.

“Are your eyes cross-eyed?” Look at this! This bitch’s buck teeth are not your ordinary buck teeth! It really looks like shit, damn it! Shit!

“Ah…”

Indeed, that shape was unusual.

At this point, it has come to the point where we need to specially request a technician to process the gaia.

At that moment, an amazing thing happened.

Puff!

“Ahhh!”

The Dark Demon struck Chun-sun’s face with the scabbard and then walked steadily towards her, who was lying far away.

“Hey, you!” Are you crazy?

When Chunseon found herself in a situation she had never even imagined before, she was clutching her bloodied face while still cursing fiercely.

However, the Dark Demon showed not a hint of hesitation.

“What, what are you doing…!”

His rough and large hand restrains her head.

Then the dark spirit pulls out her fang entirely.

“Ahhhhh!”

Suddenly, as the situation unfolded, even Jo Hwi was blankly blinking his eyes.

Soon, the Dark Demon handed Chunseon’s blood-soaked fangs to Baek Hwa-rin with a sly grin.

“Is there anything more certain than the real thing?”

“Wow, wow, damn!” You’re incredibly smart!

Even in the midst of the absurdity, Jo Hwi faced him and gave a partner’s (?) smile.Gave a smile.

“Isn’t the change in attitude too sudden?”

The dark demon glanced at Chunseon, who was huddled in the corner, trembling in fear.

“If it weren’t for the money, I would have killed her a long time ago.” “Honestly, she was a woman who was annoyingly unlucky.”

“Really?”

Jo Hwi, whose faint smile never fades.

Only then did he feel a little relieved.

With the Dark Demon.

He was a man who always did his part, commensurate with the treatment he received.