Upon hearing his subordinateâs report, Ju Seolpung raised his head.
âWhich area was he assigned to?â
âThe western slum district. Itâs commonly known as Dog Road.â
âDog RoadâŠâ
Ju Seolpung stroked his chin with his hand.
Dog Road was literally a street where stray dogs roamed, a derogatory term used to refer to impoverished residents.
It was the dirtiest and most disgusting place in the slums.
Gu Changhae, a martial artist working for the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group, went there to investigate.
Ordinary people usually avoided approaching Dog Road, but since Gu Changhae was born and raised in the alleyways, he had no reservations about entering and investigating the said place.
âWhat about the others?â
âThey have all returned. Only Gu Changhae hasnât come back.â
âThen itâs clear that he went missing in Dog Road.â
Ju Seolpungâs face hardened.
Gu Changhae was not only his subordinate but also someone he cherished.
Although he went missing while carrying out his great-grandmotherâs orders, it was still Ju Seolpung who was responsible for his well-being.
âGather the Shadow Strike Squad.â2
âThe Shadow Strike Squad?â
The subordinate looked up in surprise.
The Shadow Strike Squad was one of the strongest forces of the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group.
It was a division in charge of guarding the groupâs caravans in remote areas and retrieving lost goods. Because of this, it was rare for them to be mobilized unless there was a very big problem.
The subordinateâs surprise was not unwarranted. However, Ju Seolpung was resolute.
âSummon them quickly. We will go to Dog Road right away.â
âAh, understood!â
The subordinate hurriedly left the room.
Ju Seolpung grabbed his own sword from the wall and walked out, heading towards the training ground.
As soon as he arrived, several men appeared, each of them emitting an extraordinary aura.
They were the members of the Shadow Strike Squad.
An elderly man in his early sixties approached Ju Seolpung.
He was the commander of the Shadow Strike Squad.
âI heard you summoned us, Young Master!â
âGu Changhae has gone missing in Dog Road.â
âMissing? Heâs likely dead at this point.â
âThe longer we wait, the lower the chances of finding his body and clues.â
âI understand. We shall go quickly!â
The commander of the Shadow Strike Squad nodded and started walking.
The entire Shadow Strike Squad was well-versed in the geography around Poyang Lake. They swiftly displayed their qinggong skills and headed towards Dog Road.
The sight of Ju Seolpung and the Shadow Strike Squad running together left the onlookers in a tense atmosphere.
âIsnât he the Young Master of the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group?â
âSomething must have happened for him to be traveling with a lot of warriors.â
âSomeone must have provoked the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group. Tsk!â
Although they were not as well-known as the powerful factions like the Two Factions, Three Sects, and Three Clans, the people living in this area knew the strength of the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group.
To them, the group was like a hidden giant. Therefore, witnessing the group move in earnest instilled a strong sense of crisis.
Ju Seolpung and the Shadow Strike Squad quickly arrived at Dog Road.
âEek!â
âUgh!â
At the sight of them, the poor people living in the slums instinctively hide.
The commander of the Shadow Strike Squad gave orders to his subordinates.
âSpread out and search for any trace of Gu Changhae. Donât miss even the slightest clue.â
âYes!â
âLeave it to us!â
With their response, the members of the Shadow Strike Squad scattered in all directions.
Ju Seolpung watched in silence.
There was nothing for him to do now.
He had faith in the Shadow Strike Squad.
They might not be the most powerful group in the world, but at least in this region, they exert absolute power.
They were familiar with the area and knew how to efficiently find people and objects.
All Ju Seolpung had to do was wait for the Shadow Strike Squad to return with good results.
His patience was soon rewarded.
âWe found him.â
A member of the Shadow Strike Squad appeared, bringing the news Ju Seolpung wanted to hear.
âHow is he?â
âNot in a good state.â
âIf itâs not goodââ
âWe found only a part of his body in the sewage canal. It seems that those who killed him dismembered him.â
Ju Seolpungâs face hardened.
He had expected Gu Changhae to be killed, but he hadnât expected his body to be mutilated in such a brutal manner.
âI will see for myself.â
âI advise against itââ
âHe is one of my men. Since such a thing happened to him while carrying out my orders, even if only traces of him remain, I have the responsibility to witness it with my own eyes.â
âWell thenâŠâ
In the end, the Shadow Strike Squad member led Ju Seolpung to the location where Gu Changhaeâs body was.
In the sewage canal where all the filth from the slums accumulated, there was a pair of legs believed to belong to Gu Changhae. The leg, which had been cut off below the knee, had a pair of shoes that were usually worn by members of the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group.
Perhaps in their haste, they had forgotten to remove the shoes.
With Gu Changhaeâs legs in his embrace, Ju Seolpung commanded the commander of the Shadow Strike Squad,
âFind the people responsible for making Gu Changhae this way. Thereâs a high chance they are the ones we were looking for.â
âUnderstood.â
The commander of the Shadow Strike Squad gestured to his subordinates. Then, they scattered in all directions once again.
âAHH!â
âW-Why are you doing this?â
After a while, cries of agony began to erupt from various places in the slums.
* * *
âSo youâre saying that the man who was tracking the group we have been hiding is a member of the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group?â
âThatâs correct.â
âJust my luckâŠâ
Deung Chol-ungâs expression contorted at Oh Shin-pyeongâs report.
Even though Deung Chol-ung was someone who feared nothing in the world, he still had reservations about the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group.
âWhat about the body?â
âIt was disposed of in a hurry.â
âAre you sure?â
âWe had dismembered the body and scattered the pieces everywhere so his identity couldnât be determined.â
âDamn it!â
Deung Chol-ung let out a snort of frustration.
He trusted Oh Shin-pyeong to handle things meticulously, but given that they were dealing with the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group, he couldnât help but feel uneasy. He knew how persistent and relentless they could be.
It was then.
âMa, Master! Something big has happened.â
One of his subordinates burst in, calling him loudly.
Deung Chol-ung felt his heart sink. And his intuition was proven right.
âThe Imperial Yuan Merchant Group has discovered the body of the person we killed in Dog Road!â
âSon of a bitch!â
âTheyâre currently turning Dog Road upside down. It wonât be long before they find out what weâve done.â
The Blood Ant Gang had only suppressed the slums by force and reigned through fear. The slum dwellers have no sense of loyalty to the Blood Ant Gang.
For now, they were keeping their mouths shut, aware of the Blood Ant Gangâs watchful eyes. But if the Imperial Yuan Merchant Group comes after them like this, it was only a matter of time before they expose and confess everything.
Deung Chol-ung said to Oh Shin-pyeong,
âTell everyone to stop what they are doing and lay low. They may be causing havoc right now, but it wonât last long. Once their anger subsides, weâll resume our activities.â
âUnderstood.â
âAnd get in touch with them.â
âThem?â
âThe ones who caused this mess. You said youâd be here for a few more days. Theyâre the ones who made the mess. Theyâre the ones who have to clean it up.â
âThe ones responsible for this mess. They said they would stay here for a few more days. They should be the ones to clean up the mess they made.â
* * *
Pyo-wol sat on a large rock, gazing at Poyang Lake.
The spot where he sat was a famous place with a clear view of Poyang Lake. Though it was late at night, numerous boats floated on the lake. On the boats, men and women could be seen having a good time, drinking together.
The red lanterns hanging from the boats cast a crimson hue on the surface of Poyang Lake. The reddish reflection on the water was so beautiful that it evoked admiration.
SssâŠ
A small red snake wriggled between Pyo-wolâs fingers. Gwiya seemed to consider Pyo-wolâs fingers as a playground.
Pyo-wol didnât mind Gwiya, who playfully toyed with his fingers.
Gwiya was a good companion to pass some free time.
Pyo-wol wiggled his fingers, synchronizing with Gwiyaâs movements.
And so, the two spent some time alone together like that. However, their peace didnât last long.
A boat that had been floating on Poyang Lake drifted towards Pyo-wolâs location.
Gwiya flicked its red tongue a few times, seemingly displeased with the situation, before returning to rest on Pyo-wolâs forearm.
Pyo-wol looked up and gazed at the approaching boat.
A figure appeared above the boat adorned with red lanterns.
âBy any chance, are you the famous Master Pyo?â
The man who revealed himself was none other than Yong Hasang.
Pyo-wol slightly furrowed his brow and answered,
âThatâs right.â
âHaha! It was so dark so I wasnât sure, but my eyes werenât wrong after all.â
Yong Hasang burst into hearty laughter.
His upper garment was partially open, exposing his chest, and courtesans clung to his sides, wrapping their arms around him.
He must have been frolicking with the courtesans for a while when he spotted Pyo-wol and approached.
âWho is this gentleman?â
âOh my! Look at his face!â
âMy word!â
The courtesans exclaimed in excitement as they looked at Pyo-wolâs face.
Besides the courtesans accompanying Yong Hasang on the boat, there were four more courtesans aboard.
Each of them was as beautiful as a fairy.
Yong Hasang had swept away the courtesans famous for their beauty in Poyang Lake and brought them aboard his boat.
This caused dissatisfaction among the other patrons, but both the brothel and courtesans did not mind.
Yong Hasang was a good-looking man with a dignified appearance. He was very generous with his money too, so much so that the courtesans eagerly competed for a place on his boat.
As a result, his boat was always filled with the laughter of courtesans.
Yong Hasang said to Pyo-wol,
âIf you donât mind, why donât you join me? I want to treat you generously today.â
Yong Hasangâs gaze was very intense as he looked at Pyo-wol.
Pyo-wol nodded his head in response to Yong Hasangâs eyes, which showed no signs of intoxication.
âSure.â
âHaha! As expected of Master Pyo, I knew you wouldnât refuse my offer. Come on up.â
Pyo-wol lightly kicked the rock.
Though there was still quite a distance between him and the boat, Pyo-wol effortlessly leaped aboard.
As Pyo-wol landed on the boat, the courtesans let out sighs of admiration.
âHow could he be so handsomeâŠâ
âLook at his skin, itâs better than mine.â
The courtesans looked at Pyo-wol with ecstatic expressions.
Though they had encountered numerous men before, they have never seen a man as beautiful as Pyo-wol.
They realized for the first time today that they could be ecstatic just by looking at him.
The courtesans argued amongst themselves on who would get to sit next to Pyo-wol.
âIâll be the one to serve him.â
âBig sister, please give way to me today.â
âIâve found the love of my life.â
Witnessing this scene, Yong Hasang couldnât help but be dumbfounded.
Just a moment ago, the courtesans had been arguing amongst themselves about who would serve him. But as soon as Pyo-wol appeared, they changed their expressions as if it had always been that way, eagerly vying for Pyo-wolâs attention instead.
Yong Hasang couldnât help but laugh at how plastic and ridiculous the situation was.
Yong Hasang offered Pyo-wol the seat opposite him.
âPlease have a seat here.â
âOkay.â
As Pyo-wol took his seat, the courtesans, who had been eagerly waiting for an opportunity, quickly sat on either side of him.
âHo-ho! Let me serve you.â
âIâm Weolhyang.â
The courtesans sat on either side of Pyo-wol, trembling in excitement.
Pyo-wol paid no attention to the courtesans and instead looked at Yong Hasang.
Yong Hasang personally poured liquor from a bottle into the glass in front of Pyo-wol and spoke,
âAs a gesture of apology for my previous rudeness, I will pour the liquor first.â
Clink!
With a swift motion, Pyo-wolâs glass was filled to the brim with liquor.
Pyo-wol silently stared at the glass. Then Yong Hasang smirked and said,
âI already know that Master Pyo doesnât drink. This is just my way of apologizing. You donât have to drink if you donât want to. I just want to drop everything and have a heart-to-heart talk with you today. Isnât this how men get to know each other?â
Yong Hasangâs gaze shone more intensely than ever before.
SoundlessWind21âs notes:
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Dog Road. Raws: ëłêČŹëĄ(äŸżçŹè·Ż).äŸż biĂ n â plain / informal / suitable / convenient / opportune / to urinate or defecate / equivalentÂ çŹ quÇn â dogè·Ż lĂč â road / journey / routeShadow Strike Division. Raws: ì ìë(ććœ±é).ć qiÄ â to cut / to slice / tangent (math)ćœ± yÇng â picture / image / film / movie / photograph / reflection / shadow / traceé duĂŹ â squadron / team / group