< Episode 36 Cancer (4) >
Jonggwan building a confidential special office for cancer.
In a well-soundproofed room the Minister of Foreign Affairs pointed to Jeon Seo-gu which was written in code.
“Rong run. This time it seems clear. “They are just as they seem and the imperial palace doesn’t want to completely uproot ‘them’ right?”
“Hmm. That’s right. However the place where I was detained happened to be the underground gold mine of the imperial palace… This has become quite a headache.”
Amjongju stroked his chin as if he was embarrassed.
I had planted ganja all over the central plains and was monitoring its circulation but of all the places I couldn’t believe it was the underground gold mine of the imperial palace.
I found it in the most annoying place.
“What should I do? Shouldn’t we report it to the head of the association first? “There is a thing called amjong’s face and the first thing to look for in the direct unit under the Hoeju is….”
“no. “Not yet.”
“You keep telling me one thing….”
“If the information is misunderstood or intentionally exposed like last time it may actually make the shareholders feel uncomfortable.”
“….”
What the cancer leader was worried about was certainty.
First of all looking at the information that has come in there seems to be a 70% chance.
However in order to report and put it into operation you need more than 90% confidence.
“And even if it becomes clear there is no way to get into the golden palace underground right now.”
Next to the inner palace where the emperor and his relatives resided the underground Geumok was the place with the highest security.
It was difficult for even those who had been employed in the imperial palace for a long time to enter this place.
The Minister of Foreign Affairs pondered over these cancerous words and then opened his mouth.
“Or how about injecting Ganja into the Geumui Committee?”
“It’s a golden throne….”
Those who guard the gold jade under the imperial palace are the Gold Guards a special agency.
Unlike other imperial palace warriors Geumuiwi had many martial arts experts.
That is why it was difficult to break into the underground Geumok.
“Didn’t the Gold Council ask for more than ten years ago to send young late-stage leaders to this committee including the Justice Alliance saying they were going to reorganize and reform?”
“It’s a request…”
Yes that happened.
However the case was canceled due to lack of approval from the head of the association.
‘But now is a very good time.’
What is the reason?
This was because the interior of the imperial palace had been in disarray due to the emperor’s chronic illness.
As the emperor’s chronic illness deepens signs of civil war appear.
According to information it seemed that sending later exponents from the Justice League was not simply to establish good relationships with the government.
‘Are you trying to intervene in the next Bowie?’
Depending on who becomes the emperor it affects the relationship between government and martial arts.
Perhaps what the Justice League is aiming for is to enthrone an emperor who is friendly to the political faction.
If we take this into account and calculate the Heaven and Earth Association also took advantage of this opportunity to intervene…
-Thump thump!
Then someone knocked on the door.
– Run all the way!
Hearing a voice that seemed urgent the head of the female clan opened the door and went out.
There were not many people who had the authority to enter the jonggwan.
“I apologize for being rude during the meeting.”
The person who knocked on the door was none other than one of the warriors guarding the indoor training room exclusively for the clan.
“What’s going on?”
“I think you should go to the indoor training room right now.”
‘!?’
* * *
-Sigh!
A sharp anticipation passes by your wrist.
With that something familiar fell to the floor.
-thud!
That’s right….
“Kwaaaaaaaaaa! “My arm my arm!”
Hwan Yun-myeong the first semi-disciple of the Master of the Am Sect screamed as he looked at his severed arm.
It was incredible but he really didn’t know that Mok Kyung-un would cut off his arm.
He was not the only one surprised by this sight.
‘This is crazy…’
Myeong Tak the second junior disciple also could not hide his embarrassment at Hwan Yun-myeong’s severed arm.
When his youngest son Yongsu broke his arm he thought it might be.
However for a warrior his right arm was his life.
“What is this!”
Myeong Tak shouted at Mok Gyeong-un.
Mok Kyung-un tilted his head and said.
“What are you doing? “I helped you take your hand off the sword.”
Mok Gyeong-un’s face responded with an expressionless face as if he had no emotion at all.
When Myeong Tak saw this a shiver ran down his spine.
What on earth is this kid?
As he was doing this Mo Kyung-yun grabbed Hwan Yun-myeong’s severed arm which was still writhing on the floor and lifted it up.
“It’s very fresh. “You can see them moving like this even though they are separated.”
“Off… you! you!”
Hwan Yunmyeong who was holding on to his severed arm gritted his teeth and glared at Mok Gyeong-un.
The pain of having my arm cut off was a pain that cannot be described in words.
However what was more painful than the pain was that he had cut off his own right arm.
-Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-tak!
Hwan Yun-myeong took a blood clot on the upper part of the severed arm and stopped the bleeding.
And the moment the pain eases
‘I’ll kill you!’
In his vengeance he tried to attack Mok Gyeong-un.
-Sigh!
Before I knew it I couldn’t move as the blade of the evil sword was touching my neck.
The anticipation felt at the tip of the sword seemed ready to separate the body and head at any moment.
‘…I couldn’t see it.’
I’m looking at it right in front of his nose but it’s so fast that I can lose track of it with my own two eyes.
Even if this guy’s arm was fine there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
Mok Kyung-un said with a grin.
“Do you think you want to lose your head too?”
“You… what are you? “How can you be a hostage to a political faction…”
Is it this strong?
I know that those who have passed the gate of Sihyeolgok are much stronger and better than their peers.
Hana himself was a disciple of a direct official who was not affiliated with the Cheonjihoe.
But how can this be?
-Wow!
I am so angry at my shattered pride.
In response Hwan Yun-myeong gritted his teeth and spoke as if he was vowing revenge.
“Haa…haa… Enjoy it to your heart’s content now. Although he lost his right arm….”
-puck!
“Oops!”
The moment he was about to say something Mo Kyung-un kicked Hwan Yun-myeong’s chin.
The kick was so strong that it seemed as if his tooth had broken. Hwan Yun-myeong spit it out and continued to squeak and spit out blood.
Mok Gyeong-un spoke to him as if he was annoyed by this.
“That’s so corny.”
“Turn it off.”
“I wish you would just keep your mouth shut like that. and….”
Mok Gyeong-un turned his head and spoke to Yong-su who was holding his broken arm and Myeong-tak who was at a loss.
“Have you two figured out the situation?”
“what?”
“After listening to what the person named Grand Master here said in detail it seems like I as an official disciple have a higher rank than you don’t you think?”
‘!?’
The two people’s expressions hardened at those words.
They were angry at the fact that they gave him the evil sword instead of the death penalty and that he was accepted as a disciple even though he was not castrated as a hostage by the political faction so they tried to show an example.
However strictly speaking Mok Gyeong-un was an official disciple of the Lord Amjong and was higher in rank than them.
However my pride did not allow me to submit to its power and admit the fact that I did not want to admit.
Yongsu who was holding his broken arm suppressed his anger and spoke to Mok Gyeongun.
“…Don’t be ridiculous! Do you think we will recognize someone who was a hostage to a political faction as an official disciple?”
“Hmm?”
“Rather than that worry about yourself. “No matter what I cut off the great brother’s arm but Master will just overlook it…”
-Sureuk!
At that moment Mok Gyeong-un disappeared from Yong-su’s sight.
‘no?’
Where did they go? As he was doing this he suddenly felt someone’s hand on his back.
-widely!
-Shudder!
Surprised Yongsu tried to shake off the hand that clasped his shoulder.
-Aaaah!
“Huh!”
I couldn’t move because of the crushing grip on his shoulders.
Mok Gyeong-un was holding his left shoulder but the pain was so intense that he fell to his knees before he knew it.
-thud!
But it didn’t end here.
-Wood clack!
The sound of something breaking was heard from his shoulder.
Not only was his right elbow broken but his left shoulder blade was shattered. The pain made Yongsu frown and try to scream.
however
“Turn it off!”
“fizzle. “It’s noisy.”
He couldn’t scream because Mok Kyung-un covered his mouth.
Mok Gyeong-un chuckled and said to him who was suffering.
“Aren’t they going to come rushing in and say we’re hostage to political factions or something? “I guess you’ve already forgotten what I told you to give me the sword.”
“Turn it off.”
“And your thoughts are very short-lived. If I were you Master I would say that I did a good job of punishing you who treated your official disciples so poorly. Don’t you think?”
“…..”
Yongsu could not deny Mokgyeongun’s words.
Out of anger he said he couldn’t admit it but he was already an official disciple accepted by the teacher.
On the other hand they were semi-disciples who refused castration.
‘Damn it.’
They were foolish for not becoming official disciples until now.
Mok Gyeong-un said to him.
“Hmm. Since I was no different from an alumnus I thought I’d end it in moderation but now that it’s come to this should I just make you a disabled person with no use of your limbs? Sounds fun. “I wonder how he will survive if we cut off all his limbs.”
– Creepy!
Mok Gyeong-woon laughs and says creepy things without thinking.
At his words Yongsu’s face turned white and thoughtful.
I don’t know about other people but this guy really seemed like he would do it.
It was right then.
-thud!
Myeong Tak the second junior disciple knelt down on one knee and put his hands together in obeisance.
Because the master was the highest position he was not allowed to bow down which was tantamount to an example to the master.
Myeong-tak knelt down like that and spoke in a earnest voice.
“Please forgive my rudeness.”
‘capital punishment!’
Yongsu was in pain and dumbfounded at the sudden change in execution.
However Myeong-tak was completely broken mentally when the two were attacked.
The thought of making friends with Mok Gyeong-un had long since disappeared from his mind.
He just wanted to be forgiven somehow.
“We did something wrong so please…..”
It was at that time.
-Kkeeeeeek! thud!
The closed iron door of the indoor practice room opened revealing Amjongju and Oejonggwan.
It was as if a savior had appeared for them.
Mok Gyeong-un shrugged his shoulders and whispered.
“You’re lucky.”
Then he released his hand from Yongsu who was holding on to him.
Amjongju glanced at the scene unfolding inside and frowned.
‘This is so….’
He had come in a hurry because he was afraid that a disaster would occur after he heard that three of his junior disciples were so angry that they entered the indoor training center exclusively for running the race.
I was worried because all three I taught had reached the peak but the result was completely different from what I expected.
‘Even if you haven’t learned the main body of the text you can’t be a match for this.’
Regardless of the circumstances I was a little disappointed.
But something unexpected happened here.
Hwan Yun-myeong who discovered Amjongju almost crawled on one arm approached him held on to his legs and begged in tears.
“Master Sa… I want to be castrated. Please castrate me.”
“…what?”
But that wasn’t the only thing.
Yongsu and Myeongtak also fell flat on their faces and begged in unison.
“Master please castrate me!”
What on earth is going on?
< Episode 36 Cancer (4) > end
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