Chapter 115: Gyeon's Ten Rounds (4)
The Hairless Tiger Wu Yi.
He was watching his older brother Wu Yil’s reaction.
Wu Yil was a giant a head taller than Wu Yi, a strongman rumored to have no match in strength in this region.
For the past nine years, he had won as many as nine oxen as prizes in the wrestling tournaments hosted by the town magistrate, which said it all.
Such Wu Yil and Wu Yi brothers were shouting loudly in front of the undertaker He Jiushu’s house.
“You bastard He! Get out here right now!”
“If you don’t pay your debt right away, not only your wife and two daughters but even your widowed mother will be dragged away and sold to a brothel!”
Actually, originally, Wu Yil and Wu Yi were not of the rank to come to such a remote place to collect chump change.
However, it was an unavoidable situation.
Because Ximen Qing, who was recently the leader of the gang, announced his retirement and took a hefty retirement payout, the organization’s funds were dried up.
Thus, as a last resort, they had no choice but to scrape together even such chump change to fill the empty treasury.
“Sigh, Brother Ximen is really something. What is the point of retiring so suddenly like this?”
“Since he is going to play in a bigger pond, we should send him off with a glad heart. Is the position of an instructor at the Ascending Heaven Academy that easy to get?”
“But Big Brother. They say not all Ascending Heaven Academy instructors are the same. I heard Brother Ximen is going as a non-full-time instructor? Apparently a full-time instructor was dismissed recently, and they are hiring many temporary positions to fill the vacancy…… Who was it? Bi Mu-gi? No, did they say Bi Mu-geuk? Anyway, because that person died.”
“Hmm. So, to put it another way, it is an assistant position to a regular instructor? Still, how great is that. Is it not the Ascending Heaven Academy directly under the Martial Alliance? It is a dream position for those of us from the back alleys.”
Wu Yil and Wu Yi muttered, seemingly envious of Ximen Qing’s situation.
Was that why? Their own situation of collecting chump change in front of their eyes right now felt even more pitiful and miserable.
Naturally, they had no choice but to put force into their voices calling for He Jiushu the undertaker.
“Hey—you bastard He! If you don’t come out, I’ll set fire to your house! Come out quickly!”
As Wu Yi committed his outrages, a reaction soon came from inside.
He Jiushu the undertaker. He rushed out, his face turned deathly pale.
“Oh dear, lords! How did you come all the way to such a humble place!”
“Right. Do you know your crime in daring to make us come all the way to this humble place?”
Wu Yi strode over and suddenly slapped He Jiushu across the cheek.
Slap!
He Jiushu flew to the side and rolled.
Whether his mouth had burst, blood was flowing copiously outside his lips.
Wu Yi stood before him, resting his weight on one leg.
“Now, you got hit once, so you must have snapped out of it? Pay your debt quickly.”
“Oh dear lords. I have never borrowed money, so how could……”
“If the protection fee is overdue, that is a debt, you brat.”
Wu Yi, who looked about ten years younger, patted He Jiushu’s head.
The dozen or so scoundrels next to him giggled.
“Interest is added to the protection fee as well. You know that, right?”
“If you can’t pay, just say so. If we take your wife and sell her to the red-light district, that should cover ten months of protection fees?”
“You also have your daughters. Two of them, at that. Even though they are still young, we can get a pretty good sum.”
“If you want, just say so. I don’t mind your mother either. If we take her and sell her to an island, that will cover a month’s worth of protection fees.”
At those words, He Jiushu closed his eyes tight and bowed his head.
“Please let it slide just for today, lords. I will surely prepare the money. Somehow or other.”
“How is an undertaker going to prepare money? Are you going to kill someone? Then you can just kill us here. Wouldn’t that be a direct delivery from the source?”
At Wu Yil’s joke, the scoundrels burst into boisterous laughter.
Wu Yi grabbed He Jiushu’s hair and lifted him up.
“Enough, tell your daughters to come out quickly. I will only take one daughter today. Out of consideration for you, the less pretty of the two.”
“Oh dear lords. Please, please…… they are kids only nine and ten years old. Please…….”
“Nine years old is perfect. I happen to like kids of that age.”
Wu Yi grinned.
“Father-in-law. Bring your daughters quickly. Otherwise, I will rip out your tongue?”
“Aigo…… aigo…….”
“Look at that, as expected of an undertaker, I tried to pull out his tongue but a wailing sound is being pulled out instead. Muhahaha—”
Hearing Wu Yi’s threat, Wu Yil was also giggling in the back.
Right at that moment.
“Hahaha—”
From beyond the room, a strange voice drifted over.
“Hahahahaha—”
From the darkness, a man was walking out, swaying like a ghost.
Instantly.
Freeze—
Wu Yi’s expression changed.
“Huh!? B-Big Brother! It’s that guy! The one who beat me in the afternoon……!”
“……?”
Wu Yil raised his head with a puzzled expression.
Gyeon Sul. He was seen looking over here with a smiling face.
A thick line of blood was drawn vertically beneath his eyes.
“Welcome. You guys, do you know Ximen Qing?”
“What? What is your relationship with Brother Ximen?”
Wu Yil frowned.
This was because if they accidentally got entangled with someone higher up in the hierarchy, things could become troublesome.
However, Wu Yil was relieved by Gyeon Sul’s subsequent words.
“No relationship.”
“I wondered what it was. A nobody is making people nervous. Hey, you come over here too. If you are a friend of that bastard He, you can share and pay back the debt too, right?”
Yet despite Wu Yil’s pointing finger, Gyeon Sul was calm.
Suddenly, Gyeon Sul turned his head and looked down at He Jiushu, who was prostrate on the floor.
“Hey, Jiushu. You said you are an undertaker, right?”
“HNuh? Y-Yeah…….”
As He Jiushu nodded his head with a bewildered expression, Gyeon Sul’s question followed once again.
“How much do you get per funeral?”
“Huh?”
“I asked how much you earn. Including the coffin, burial preparation, and incense.”
“About…… that, I receive one silver tael?”
He Jiushu replied, nodding his head.
At that, Gyeon Sul spoke with a smiling face.
“Let’s see. One tael, two taels, three taels, four taels, five taels, six taels, seven taels, eight taels, nine taels, ten taels, eleven taels, twelve taels, thirteen taels, fifteen taels…….”
Gyeon Sul raised his finger and pointed one by one at the scoundrels, including the Wu Yil and Wu Yi brothers in front of him.
And then, he continued speaking.
“First, that will be thirty silver taels. Keep it ready.”
“……?”
The moment He Jiushu tilted his head.
Crack!
Gyeon Sul’s palm flew.
Just as it seemed the head of Wu Yi, who was snorting breath hotly in front of him, spun around violently.
…Crack-crack-crack-crunch! Snap!
After spinning at high speed about ten times on the spot, his neck was pulled out from between his shoulders.
Spuuuuuurt!
An immense fountain of blood erupted, staining the entire room red.
“……?”
“……?”
“……?”
The scoundrels, including Wu Yil, had not yet perceived the situation that had occurred just now.
From their perspective, they had only blinked their eyes once, and suddenly their entire field of vision had simply turned red.
However, Gyeon Sul did not let them understand the situation.
“Because my body is too hot.”
Gyeon Sul reached out his hand and grabbed the face of one of the scoundrels next to him.
“I need to cool it down with something.”
By the grip strength of Gyeon Sul who clenched his hand, the skin of the scoundrel’s face was torn off entirely.
Riiiiip! Splat!
His skull shattered, and the blood and brain matter inside burst out, showering over Gyeon Sul’s body.
Ssssssssssssh……
The blood showered on Gyeon Sul’s red-hot body seemed to boil up in an instant, but soon turned into red steam and dispersed.
“……! ……! ……!”
Only then did the scoundrels’ eyes fly wide.
“W-what is this bastard!?”
“Get your weapons out! Kill him!”
“Aaaaargh!”
The scoundrels who drew their swords rushed headlong toward Gyeon Sul.
However, Gyeon Sul did not draw his Dog-Head Guillotine.
Whack!
A fist extending in a straight line pierced through the faces of the two guys in front and blew out even the backs of their heads.
Flesh shattering like tofu, skulls scattering like grains of sand.
“It is frustrating. Come a bit closer here.”
Gyeon Sul’s eyes, smiling while covered in blood, were clearly visible even in the darkness.
The scoundrels froze and could not move a muscle.
“……. ……. …….”
Overwhelming power. And terror.
The loaches who had been swaggering in the narrow world of back alley muddy water until now had met the ‘real deal.’
The massive shark that stirred up the entire vast Yangtze River.
“Aren’t you coming?”
Gyeon Sul spread his arms wide.
“Then I will go.”
And then, he leaped as if pouncing on the scoundrels in front of him.
Crack!
A palm chop descended upon a person’s head, making a sound as if chopping firewood with an axe.
As Gyeon Sul slashed his hand blade from top to bottom, one scoundrel’s body was torn into two pieces.
“A-aaaaaargh!”
Wu Yil screamed.
A giant man so large that the crown of his head touched the ceiling charged with all his might.
…Boom!
Wu Yil’s fist struck Gyeon Sul’s face.
However.
“What. Did you just hit me?”
Gyeon Sul received Wu Yil’s fist directly without even closing his eyes.
Rather, the shape of Wu Yil’s fist that struck Gyeon Sul’s forehead became strange.
“Gyaaaaaak!?”
Wu Yil shrieked as he looked at his finger bones shattered into pieces.
Grab—
Gyeon Sul grabbed Wu Yil’s broken pinky finger, and.
Crackle!
He plucked it right out.
Skin was torn, and bone fragments and fresh blood were splattered.
“Aaargh! Aaaaah! P-please spare me! Please spare me, Great Man!”
Wu Yil lay flat on the blood-soaked floor and began to beg.
The other scoundrels also lay flat following Wu Yil.
Gyeon Sul spoke while blocking the exit door.
“Your younger brother is dead, yet you ask to be spared?”
“P-please. Please, at least my life…….”
“Ah, that won’t do. If you had lunged at me prepared to die as your brother’s avenger, I would have at least killed you a bit more comfortably…… but a guy begging for his life to the one who killed his brother will be killed even more painfully out of pure spite. Hahaha—”
“Y-you bastard!”
Although Wu Yil, who was called the Vajra Strongman of this town, rammed Gyeon Sul with his shoulder using all his strength.
Thud!
Gyeon Sul was not pushed back in the slightest.
Stamp!
Gyeon Sul raised his foot high and stamped directly on Wu Yil’s instep.
Wu Yil’s instep burst like a dumpling struck by a hammer swung with full force.
“Aaaaaaargh! P-please! Please! You bastard!”
Wu Yil rolled on the floor, holding his foot that had flown away without a trace.
Gyeon Sul grabbed Wu Yil’s fingers and.
…Crack! …Crack! …Crack! Riiiiip!
Tore Wu Yil’s entire hand vertically like shredding dried squid.
“Hiiiiieek! He is a fiend! A ghost!”
A few surviving scoundrels tried to rush out of the house, but.
Thud- thud- thud-
They instantly died, struck by iron spikes popping out right next to the door.
Before long, Chui, who was standing outside, was wiping the blood off the spikes with a cloth.
“Do not kill them all. We have something to ask.”
For some reason, Chui was cooperative with Gyeon Sul’s business.
However, Gyeon Sul did not have the leeway to feel any strangeness in that.
“Ah, that is right. I did have something to ask.”
Gyeon Sul’s eyes became even more heavily bloodshot.
Soon, Gyeon Sul squatted in front of Wu Yil.
It was the exact same structure as when Wu Yil had squatted in front of He Jiushu earlier.
“Ugh…… Uuuugh…… I will tell you, I will tell you. I will tell you, so…… please kill me…… please stop…….”
Wu Yil, who was begging to be spared until just now, now sobbed to be killed.
Gyeon Sul’s expression finally settled down only now.
“Where is Ximen Qing?”
“E-East! He is at the top of the Mandarin Duck Pavilion on the eastern street! He must be having a farewell party in celebration of his retirement right now! Only the high-ranking executives gathered separately!”
“Understood. Then die now.”
“Thank you! Than……!”
How painful must it have been for him to offer thanks for being killed.
Wu Yil’s end was that wretched.
Gyeon Sul raised his palm.
…Splat!
And striking down as if killing a bug, he crushed Wu Yil’s skull.
“…….”
“…….”
An awkward silence hung inside the house.
Gyeon Sul, who raised his head stealthily, and Chui met each other’s eyes.
“Wow, it ends up like this in the end. Is this what they call the Heavenly Fiend Star? Did my fate catch it from being next to you?”
“Do not make excuses using me. It was your choice.”
“How cold.”
Gyeon Sul giggled as he looked at Chui.
Soon, he brushed himself off and stood up.
And he spoke to He Jiushu, who was leaning against the wall with a blank expression.
“From now on, there is no need to give money to these bastards, and first find a new house with the silver in that pouch.”
“H-huh? Still, shouldn’t that be submitted to the government office as evidence……”
“We won’t go by the law anyway. I’ll just take the thought. My friend.”
Gyeon Sul patted He Jiushu’s shoulder with his bloodied hand.
And he asked as if suddenly remembering.
“Ah, by the way. How many dogs are gathered at that Mandarin Duck Pavilion or whatever, besides Ximen Qing?”
“W-well. The number of Western Gang members is incredibly large…… so wouldn’t there be about a hundred people?”
He Jiushu inwardly hoped Gyeon Sul would give up on what he was thinking.
Whatever it was that he was thinking.
“Hey Sul…… please avoid going there if possible. Their numbers are large, and above all, the guys there have all learned martial arts. They are absolutely, absolutely not push-overs. You seem to have learned martial arts somewhere as well…… but the guys there are real martial artists! They are on a different level from the guys you just killed!”
The feeling of not wanting to lose a friend met after a long time was desperately felt.
However, Gyeon Sul simply chuckled.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Did you say a hundred?”
“Y-yes.”
Gyeon Sul reached out his hand and tapped He Jiushu’s shoulder.
And then, leaving only a short sentence, he vanished into the darkness outside the house.
“Coffins. Prepare a hundred silver taels’ worth.”
The scent of blood in the middle of the night was just beginning to drift.
Tonight will be a long night.
Unrivaled Spear Ghost