Episode 1017 What did you say just now? (2)
Grumble.
The immaculately clear liquor stretched out like silk thread and fell into the glass.
Jang Il-so, who was staring at his drink, smiled strangely.
“…Can’t help come?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmm.”
Jang Il-so’s smile became a little deeper. However, Hu Jiaming astutely noticed that his smile contained an uncomfortable feeling inside.
“The reason is…”
“It’s done.”
Jang Il-so waved his hand as if he had nothing more to hear.
“I guess I was just saying things that didn’t even sound like words. “Isn’t that right?”
“That’s right.”
“joy.”
He snorted lightly and slowly sipped his drink. The strong and fragrant liquor slowly spread through my body, leaving a scent in my mouth. Jang Il-so, who was slowly appreciating this feeling, suddenly turned his head and looked at Jang Kang.
“okay. “How do you think things are going?”
“It seems like Hao Wen-ju is the one who shows the will to actively confront him.”
“…Hmm.”
Jang Il-so nodded slowly.
“I’m sure Godfather Mangeum will keep his mouth shut.”
“They don’t seem particularly cooperative, but they don’t appear hostile either. “If I had to define the situation, the most appropriate word would be ‘wait and see.’”
“It’s a wait and see…”
Jang Il-so laughed softly.
well. Can we call that a wait-and-see approach?
Of course, it would be an appropriate word to express Mangeum Daebu’s current position in that he is watching without stepping forward.
But if you look inside, the story is a little different.
By now, Mangeum Daebu is probably frantically calculating how his moves will benefit him.
“You must be busy bouncing on the abacus.”
The Yangtze River in the darkness just flowed and flowed, dark and black. Jang Il-so looked at the sheep quietly, lost in thought, and asked.
“What about the ditch?”
“Most of it has been sorted out. “It was easy because there was no one resisting.”
These were words that would make the Black Dragon King vomit blood with rage if he heard them, but the pseudonym was merely conveying the facts as they were.
“It is not that there is no dissatisfaction inside, but it seems that there is no one who can stand up on behalf of the Black Dragon King and unite the dissatisfied forces and resist.”
“I guess so.”
Jang Il-so sneered without taking his eyes off the Yangtze River.
“There is no way someone like the Black Dragon King would have tolerated this person.”
In Safa, whoever wins takes everything. It doesn’t matter what their origin or status is. A world where the strong win everything. That is the world that Sapa lives in.
However, this extreme structure was equally harsh on those who had everything. Anyone who has had everything taken from them cannot help but suffer from the fear that they too may one day have everything taken away from them.
That is why the leaders of Sapa do not tolerate anyone who could threaten their position in the first place. Because what they want is complete domination.
“It’s such a stupid thing to do.”
Jang Il-so’s gaze slowly sank.
The Namgung family lost a lot of things in the Yangtze River. The outstanding head of the family named Hwang Namgung, the elders who were the pillars of the family, and even the main force were cut off.
But the Namgung family does not fall. Now, they are trying to rebuild the sect in some way, centered around Namgung Do-wi, who can only be called a child.
On the other hand, Surochae has almost all of its power preserved, but it is in disarray because the water monster called the Black Dragon King has lost its power. Thanks to this, he was unable to even put up a proper resistance and ended up giving in to Jang Il-so.
“It’s a comedy.”
This is probably the biggest difference between the political faction and the sad faction.
Sometimes monsters that threaten the world appear in Sapa. The faction led by such people tramples on political factions and stains the world with blood.
But that’s it.
The stronger the leader, the bigger the gap becomes. The moment the influence of the absolute ruler disappears, the Safa fight among themselves again.
Therefore, although Shaolin with a thousand-year history exists, it is difficult to even find a Sapa with a hundred-year history.
“It’s not a bad comedy from my perspective, though.”
Jang Il-so laughed lowly.
Surochae, who lost his head and was called the Black Dragon King, was completely in his hands. Now all that’s left is Hao Wen and Black Ghost.
Of course, the Mara Blood Palace still remains, but from his perspective, the Mara Blood Palace is like Gyereuk. If you try to dominate them outside of the new world, the costs you will incur are greater than the benefits you will gain.
“I don’t know about Black Ghost, but it looks like we need to take control of Hao Mun quickly. In order to engage in a decisive battle with the political faction beyond the Yangtze River, Hao Wen’s intelligence power is absolutely necessary.”
Jang Il-so nodded slowly. He, too, had been thinking about the necessity for a long time.
This is not simply a problem north of the Yangtze River. Hao Wen’s information power is essential in order to effectively govern the bloated Sipai ryan.
Ho Ji-myeong took a quick look at Jang Il-so’s thoughts and sighed softly.
“I never thought that the Cheonmyeonsu would fight back so actively. “I thought you were someone who could read trends.”
“I do it because I know.”
“…yes?”
Jang Il-so had a wry smile on his face.
“It’s not because I don’t know, it’s because I know. “He knows me very well.”
“….”
“You know that once you bow your head, you will never be able to raise it again, so you try to rebel while you still have the strength left.”
“I understand that part, but… the situation is the situation. A person of that caliber would not know that now is the time to unite under the command of Lord Yeon and fight against the hypocrites of that political faction.”
“I know, but it’s probably meaningless.”
Jang Il-so laughed bitterly.
“Some people sacrifice their lives to fight against barbarians and protect their country, but others make their fortune by scavenging the bodies of the dead. “Safari’s victory won’t mean much, at least to the monk Cheonmyeon.”
Hu Jiaming slightly gritted his teeth.
Of course, I have no intention of denying that. Because Sapa’s physiology is like that. Isn’t it the nature of Safa to do whatever is beneficial?
But in everything in this world, there is a thing called timing. Now is not the time to fight among themselves…
“What are you going to do?”
“Hmm.”
Their pure white hands were interlocked and draped over their knees. The rings decorating the long fingers chattered and rubbed against each other.
“Let’s just leave it alone for a while, alias.”
Jang Il-so spoke in a slightly nasal voice.
“I think I would like to go there in person and help them understand my topic, but…”
For a moment, a deep sorrow appeared in Jang Il-so’s eyes. He was staring at the Yangtze River with eerie eyes just looking at it. He soon relaxed his body and shook his head.
“It can’t happen. “Don’t those middle-aged guys need me so much?”
His chuckling laughter spread throughout the quiet Yangtze River.
Ho Ga-myeong, who had been watching him for a moment, opened his mouth in a low voice.
“Ryeonju. “Can I ask you one thing?”
“huh?”
He lowered his posture and asked.
“I don’t know what your thoughts are. “Just because you are here, they will divide and fight against each other.”
In other words, it meant that Jang Il-so was making huge profits at this very moment just by guarding this place.
“But Lord Ryeonju. No matter how divided they are, if the SPA Alliance cannot stand properly, we cannot take advantage of that gap. “It is difficult to understand why Lord Ryeon leaves them alone, even though he told them to improve the country’s values.”
“Tsk tsk.”
Jang Il-so clicked his tongue, picked up the bottle, and filled his glass.
“A pseudonym, a pseudonym.”
“Yes, Lord Ryeon.”
“You look at that middle-aged guy too easily.”
“…yes?”
A twisted smile appeared on Jang Il-so’s lips.
“It is true that the author is being swayed here and there, but he is not an easy person. If that were the case, they would have already been eaten by the Hwasan Sword Association. Still, he is worthy of being named the master of Shaolin.”
“….”
“If we step back now and start cleaning up after ourselves, the author will also step back and start preparing for us. “Right now, tying up that guy’s feet is the top priority.”
“But even if the court doesn’t have to leave here, can’t it use the current situation to unite the old faction?”
“It’s possible.”
“Then shouldn’t we stop it?”
Jang Ilsoo smiled strangely and looked at Hu Jiaming.
“Do you really think we can stop them from coming together?”
“…yes?”
“A pseudonym. You see too easily the venom of those who have it. The reason they don’t band together now is because we are easy. If we are truly a threat, they will put aside all old resentment and unite. “Because they’ve always been like that.”
Hu Jiaming could only nod his head.
It certainly was. When the world was at peace, the people called ‘Gu-Fail-I-Bang’ fought among themselves for power, but when trouble came, they united as one and fought against the enemy like never before.
What guarantee is there that they won’t do something like that just because the other party is a member of a scam?
“We have nothing to gain by keeping them in a corner like this. “There is something else we really have to gain.”
“…May I ask what that is?”
Jang Il-so twisted the corner of his mouth.
“fear.”
“…yes?”
“fear. Yes, fear. But that…”
An evil smile appeared on Jang Il-so’s lips. But his eyes were dark and sunken.
“It is not a fear of us. “It’s a more trivial and insignificant fear than that.”
Hu Jiaming did not understand Jang Ilso’s words. But I couldn’t bring myself to drink water again. Even though the voice was not particularly filled with emotion, an inexplicable sense of intimidation was weighing down on the son-in-law.
“Do you know what the first thing a fearful person does?”
“….”
“Find my own way to live.”
Jang Il-so’s face was filled with curiosity.
“Throwing away the pretense of agreement or justice and finding my own way. “Isn’t that human nature?”
“…Lord Ryeon.”
“Let’s see.” “I wonder how much these great Buddhists can overcome my true nature.”
Jang Il-so slowly licked his alcohol-soaked lips.
‘It’s almost done. Almost everything.’
It’s visible in his eyes.
It is not an obvious rift between factions that appears on the outside. I could see a very small crack created by the wedge driven into the chest of the court.
The cracks that are carefully opened little by little will eventually produce meaningful results. The time was ripe.
‘Now just a little more…’
That was right then.
“Lord Ryeo!”
Someone ran to his feet and prostrated himself.
“There is no problem.”
“Hmm?”
Jang Il-so looked at him with sad eyes.
“What’s going on? “It’s unlikely that Haomun invaded.”
“That is…”
The person who uploaded the photo raised his pale face and began to quickly pour out words.
“…What did you say just now?”
After hearing the entire report, an unusually strong reaction came out of Hu Jiaming’s mouth.
“Is this absolutely true?”
“That’s right!”
Hu Jiaming was silent for a moment with a blank expression on his face. His face instantly became stained with despair.
“Why… at a moment like this…”
Even he, who had proven his abilities countless times as a soldier of the Ten Thousand Gangs, could only be lost in embarrassment at this moment. He urgently checked Jang Il-so’s expression.
Cararalalalak!
The rings tightly fitted on both of Jang Il-so’s hands made an uncomfortable metallic sound. Unlike the threatening hand gesture, Jang Il-so had a sincere smile on his lips.
“This is why…”
He slowly stood up.
“This is why life is so fun. “Because sometimes unimaginable variables arise.”
There was a glimmer of madness in both eyes. Jang Il-so’s pure white teeth were revealed. It was a smile full of deep anger and low-level pleasure.
