Reaper of the Drifting Moon Chapter 48

There were men who opened the door of the guest house and entered. They immediately approached the seat where Zhang Mu-ryang was sitting.

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“Danju! What? Ranju is already here.”

“You bear cub! That's why I told you to hurry.”

“Shit!”

The two of them quarreled and approached Zhang Mu-ryang. Both appeared to be in their early to mid thirties. One was overweight and the other had a cold appearance.

Heo Ran-ju looked at the two and snorted.

“Hong! If Danju said to assemble, of course I would immediately come.”

“You're so noisy. It seems that the old fern water has risen more.”

A man with a large body looked at Heo Ran-ju up and down. Heo Ran-ju flaunted her chest even more by squeezing it between her arms thus making her breasts stand out.

“Pretty, right?”

“Will you give me a shot?”

“Heh! You perverted bastard. You won't eat it even if I give it to you.”

Despite Heo Ran-ju's insulting remarks, the large man didn't make a single distasteful expression, but rather smirked.

“Is that my fault? What should I do if I just don't feel the desire towards girls?”

“So you're only coveting guys like you?”

“Heh heh heh!”

Heo Ran-ju shook her head when the large man gave a sinister laugh.

The name of the man with the large body was Oh Yuk-pyo. Oh Yuk-pyo was a man whose hobby was sodomy. Heo Ran-ju looked at the man who had come with Oh Yuk-pyo.

The name of the man who was now sitting next to Zhang Mu-ryang was Yang Woo-jung. He was in the same position as Heo Ran-ju.

If Heo Ran-ju leads the atmosphere of the Black Cloud Mercenary Group with her unique charm, Yang Woo-jung holds the discipline of the Black Cloud Mercenary Group using his sharp reasoning and relentless demeanor.

Zhang Mu-ryang opened his mouth.

“You worked hard to come a long way. What about the other guys?”

“They are all dispersed and staying in different guest houses.”

“Good job. Listen to me from now on. This is important for the future.”

Everyone remained silent at Zhang Mu-ryang's words. Usually, the Black Cloud Mercenary Group had a free atmosphere, but when they entered work mode, they oasted a discipline stronger than any other group.

“Go Dosa.”

“Tell me, Danju.”

“First, gather information in Sichuan. We need to find out which sects belonged to the Emei faction and which sects followed the Qingcheng faction.”

“Understood.”

Go Dosa nodded.

Zhang Mu-ryang's gaze turned to Yang Woo-jung.

“The head of Yang, takes a few children to the Qingcheng sect. Poke to see if there is room for negotiation, and negotiate how much you can get.”

“Alright.”

“Ranju!”

“Yep!”

“You go to the Emei sect. You know what to know without me saying anything, right?”

“Of course.”

“If you can't understand the atmosphere, you can't even eat porridge or rice.”

“Don't worry, I know it well.”

“Okay! Five pieces.”

“Yes! Captain.”

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“You keep a good eye on Ranju. If anything happens, report it immediately.”

“Why do I have to be with this girl…”

“It's an order.”

“Understood.”

Oh Yuk-pyo replied with a look of not being able to do anything. Heo Ran-ju raised a brow and looked at Zhang Mu-ryang.

“Can't I rather move together with Hyeol Seung?”

“Hyeol Seung has to do something else. Don't complain too much, and move with Oh Yuk-pyo.”

“Shit! Okay.”

It was impossible for the members of the Black Cloud Mercenary Group to disobey Zhang Mu-ryang's orders.No matter how selfish she was, Heo Ran-ju could not disobey Zhang Mu-ryang's public order.

Zhang Mu-ryang, who gave each one a task, smiled and said,

“Nothing happened while you're on the way here, right? Has anyone seen any unusual trends or people who could be a variable?”

“I don't know about the variables, but I've seen an unusual guy.”

“Who is that?”

At the words of Go Dosa, Zhang Mu-ryang showed curiosity.

“There was a man named Pyo-wol who looked even prettier than Ranju.”

“Ho! Was there such a person?”

“He's a guy who didn't fall for the seduction of Ranju.”

“Hong! What do you mean? I was deliberately being less seductive.”

Heo Ran-ju intervened in the middle, but Go Dosa ignored it and continued,

“Anyway, he had a very striking appearance, and his martial arts look pretty strong.”

“Have you ever seen him perform martial arts?”

“Not really, but there was no change in his expression when he saw Hyeol Seung in action. Seeing Hyeol Seung run wild on a rural place, anyone would turn their heads away but he looked at him insensitively as if he was looking at a stone rolling on the floor. If he's not a martial artist, then he'll never have those kinds of eyes.”

“Hmm! Have you figured out his background?”

“No! Ranju stuck to him like glue and flirted with him, but she still couldn't figure out anything.”

“He seems hard to crack. Ranju's temperament might be dogshit, but with her looks alone, anyone can be tempted.”

“Hey! What do you mean by dogshit?”

Heo Ran-ju protested, but Zhang Mu-ryang and Go Dosa ignored her and continued their conversation.

“Did he also come to Chengdu”

“He will come in today or tomorrow.”

“Okay. I'll see and judge him for myself later.”

“Yes.”

Go Dosa laughed.

He completely trusted Zhang Mu-ryang's abilities. It was entirely the work of Zhang Mu-ryang that the Black Cloud Mercenary Group could grow and maintain their influence this much.

At that time, Oh Yuk-pyo opened his mouth.

“Is the boy really pretty?”

His eyes were already red and bloodshot. No one in their group would not know what it meant. Heo Ran-ju got up from her seat.

“You crazy bastard! I saw him first!”

“Hehehe! Whoever gets him first.”

“You want to try it?”

“What can't you do?”

Oh Yuk-pyo also got up from his seat and looked at Heo Ran-ju. At the untimely confrontation between the two, Go Dosa and Hyeol Seung sighed. But they didn't look too worried.

Zhang Mu-ryang asked Go Dosa.

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“What did you say his name was?”

“I told you, it's Pyo-wol.”

By the time the sun rose, Pyo-wol came down to the first floor of the guest house. The Gujin Pyo-guk had already departed, so the inside of the guest house was empty.

When Pyo-wol appeared, the owner of the guest house was extremely nervous. The uproar last night was because of Pyo-wol.

The head of Gujin Pyo-guk, who lost his face, had a soulless expression.

One of their members became a blind person, while the rest of the members were also injured, both large and small, that left them unable to act out and do missions for some time.

The only reason why he didn't rush to get his revenge was because he knew how to grasp the overall situation. Even though the strongest members of the Gujin Pyo-guk united and rushed, they still ended up in that shape.

The fact that he would receive even more damage if he rushed to get revenge made him restrain himself. Furthermore, the members of the Gujin Pyo-guk were also against the idea. So even if he wanted to, he couldn't do anything.

So, he gave up on revenge and left with the rest of the members. Jang Woo-rak couldn't do anything about it, but it was best to take the rest of the members to the doctor as soon as possible to treat their wounds.

Pyo-wol approached the owner of the guest house.

“I, I–!”

The owner of the guest house looked at Pyo-wol with a look of terror. The fear he felt was immense, as he had seen firsthand the cruel nature that lies behind his beautiful appearance.

Pyo-wol asked the owner of the guest house.

“Who is the person who knows the most about the situation inside of Sichuan here?”

“What kind of information?”

“It's about the situation among the sects.”

“Ah! Then, please visit workshop1 street.”

“A workshop street?”

“After leaving the guest house, go straight to the left and you will see workshop street. There is a sign board which says Fire Dragon Building2 at the innermost part of workshop street, so you can go there.”

“Fire Dragon Building?”

“It is a clan made by the craftsmen from Sichuan Province long ago. They have been doing business with sect members in Sichuan for a long time, so no one knows the inner situation better than them. If you buy a suitable weapon and ask them a question, they will answer well.”

Pyo-wol walked to the workshop street as the owner of the guest house had told him.

Kkangkkang!

It was early in the morning, but the street was noisy with the sound of hammers coming from the workshops.

It was the first time in his life that he had seen such a sight, so Pyo-wol stood in the middle of the street and listened to the sound of hammering.

The sound of hammering coming from some of the workshops were dull, while in others the sound was too light. Countless noises were mixed, but Pyo-wol's sensitive hearing was able to discern all the sounds one by one.

Bang! Bang!

Among them, there was a place where there was a particularly clear metal sound.

Pyo-wol looked around in search of the source of the sound. It didn't take long before he was able to find the place where the clear metal sound was flowing.

It was the Fire Dragon Building.

Pyo-wol soon entered the Fire Dragon Building.

As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he could feel the heat. The heat emanating from the furnace is filling the inside of the room.

In front of the brazier, a young man in his early twenties was pounding a hot iron metal. He was concentrating on hammering, unaware that Pyo-wol had arrived. Pyo-wol looked at the man with his arms crossed.

Kang! Kang!

The man's hammering was heavy. Each time he struck the iron, it changed shape.

That was then.

Inside the workshop, a man with a goatee opened the door and came out. He saw a young man hammering, turned his eyes, and rushed in.

“Hey, you bastard! What are you doing? Who told you to hold the hammer as you please?”

He just kicked the young man. The young man fell to the floor without even screaming.

“You bastard! I told you. Never hold a hammer in the workshop. Just go and do the errands.”

He trampled the young man mercilessly. But the young man endured the violence without screaming. The young man's eyes, covering his head with both hands, were full of poison.

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“Hyuk-huh! You damn bastard! Still not saying you're in the wrong.”

In the end, the man with the goatee was the first one to get exhausted. At that moment, the young man ripped off his clothes and stood up.

“You are banned from entering this place for the time being. You're doing chores inside until I call you again.”

The young man nodded at the man with the goatee and went inside.

“That burns! What did I do to get such a bastard– Huh?”

The man with the goatee, who was cursing the young man, noticed that there was another person in the workshop.

“Hehe! I didn't even know that a customer was here, so I showed an ugly sight. What did you come here to buy?”

“What did he do wrong?”

“That? Oh, you're talking about Sochu.”

“Sochu?”

“Yeah! His name is Tang Sochu. I heard that he was a descendant of the Tang family, but he keeps on trying to grab the hammer without permission.”

“Can't the descendants of the Tang family hold the hammer?”

“You seem to be new to Sichuan?”

“In a way.”

“Then, that explains it. Did you know why the Tang family was destroyed? Isn't it because they were on the side of the demon sect in the old days? Because of that, they were sealed off by the first person of all time and age, and after that, the three rapidly shrunk and collapsed? The Tang family of Sichuan was a traitor who betrayed Jianghu. After that, no workshop has passed on the secret to the people associated with the Tang family. They are afraid that the same situation in the past will happen again.”

Even using the surname of the Tang family without any relation to the party was penalized. The existence of the Fire Dragon Building itself would be in jeopardy if they teach a person who was rumored to be a descendant of the Tang family.

But it was not known whether Tang Sochu was really the descendant of the Tang family.

This was because it has already been over two hundred years since the Tang family went extinct. There was no guarantee that the bloodline of that time still remained, and even if it did, there was no way to trace and reveal his personal history.

The goatee man was Buntaju5.

It was only in anger that he trampled on Tang Sochu.

He went to a gambling house last night and lost a lot of money. He released his anger on Tang Sochu. In Sichuan Province, there was still a perception that the descendants of the Tang Dynasty could still be alive.

“The descendants live with the original sins of their ancestors long ago.”

“Who told them to stand on the side of the demon sect? It's the price that the Tang family chose for themselves. Oh, but what were you interested in buying this morning?”

“A small dagger.4“

“Hic! If it's a small dagger, it must be for throwing. Please follow me. All the weapons made in the workshop are on display inside.” '

Buntaju was a very talkative person. He spoke non stop as he made his way to the display of weapons.

“Many clans from Sichuan province order weapons from our Fire Dragon Building. Among them, my work is famous for its high quality. You probably won't regret it.”

“Doesn't it look like there are a lot of orders these days?”

“Hehe! The amount of orders has doubled since the Emei sect and Qingcheng sect started fighting in earnest. The atmosphere in Sichuan Province has become ferocious, but on the contrary, we are enjoying the booming business. Even now, all the craftsmen in the workshop are crazy about making weapons ordered from each door.”

Buntaju continued to chatter and talked about how great this place is.

Pyo-wol listened attentively to his words.

Buntaju was proud of his work, and his words contained enough information about the situation of Jianghu in Sichuan.

Which among the sects are associated with the Emei sect, and which sects support the Qingcheng sect.

All of this were the information that Pyo-wol wanted.

“All kinds of throwing knives are here. Pick one.”

There were different kinds of throwing knives placed on the shelves pointed to by the Buntaju. Pyo-wol looked closely at all the weapons. But there was nothing he really liked.

In fact, he didn't need the weapons. Buying a throwing knife was just a ceremonial act to get information from the Fire Dragon Building.

Pyo-wol bought two of the most well-made throwing knives and went out.

Perhaps because of the name of the Fire Dragon Building, the throwing knife was very expensive. However, Pyo-wol, who did not know the price of weapons, paid the amount he wanted.

After Pyo-wol went out, Buntaju liked that he caught a pushover.

“But for a pushover, he's really handsome. I want to live with a face like that for just one day.”

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Workshop. Other translation: Gongbang, 공방. Fire Dragon Building. Other translation: Hwaryongbang, 화룡방(火龍房) 火 fire, flame, burn 龍 dragon 房 house, building Dang Sochu. Raws: 당소추라고 Dagger. Other translations: Throwing knife, Bigum, Non-sword, 비검(飛剣). 飛 fly, go quickly, dart 剣 sword, dagger, saber Buntaju. Raws: 부분타주는, 부분타주가.

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