《Moorim West》


 Chapter 1

    New West


    [One thousand years have passed since China was unified into one. It means that more than a thousand years have passed since the reign of iron fist through the transcendent military power of successive emperors and the powerful imperial army. It was also a time when the descendants of heroes who stood up for the people and the world who were falling into chaos were not enough to be corrupted by power. The will of Gojo, who established a new empire to prevent the tyranny of the emperor, has already been tainted by the blood of the people and the disgusting greed of those who possessed it to the point that it is difficult to recognize.


    The absolute emperor who does not allow opposition and the imperial army who blindly follow his will have sucked up countless blood over a long period of time and have become a monster that cannot be seen with eves open.


    Unblocked roads and enlarged cities based on the powerful imperial power bring down the stars of the sky to the ground at night. It may have been natural for the people of the Empire who grew up hearing the myth of Gojo, who founded this empire, that many people who had not seen it, stood up with their swords as warriors, scoundrels, and wise men.


    However, among the countless slayers, none was able to broke the emperor or the imperial army.


    I didn¡¯t know that maybe it was normal.


    It is not easy defeat an emperor who has learned the martial arts with the full support of a country, and an emperor who has been raised as the strongest among everyone, to lose to those who have learned the old school martial arts alone and locked up themselves in a mountainous area.


    Even if they gathered the powerless people and raised an army to a million, they will be defeated by the 100,000 imperial troops came who swung their swords only ten times.


    They would be left with no choice but to be wiped out.


    In the end, it was a natural sequence that the purpose of learning martial arts for the clans in China was to


    become an imperial soldier, and to become a martial artist in order to stand out in front of the emperor. In the end, countless people in the Empire are exploited by merchants with large amounts of capital and greedy ducks greedy for power. In the end Empire became a place devoted to serving the stomachs of those who sit on top of it. So people spent the days of despair, wondering if this is another aspect of hell.


    Then one day¡­..


    A new land was discovered. It was a land that appeared when a giant sailing boat sailed for several days in the vast eastern sea.


    It was a huge land with vast meadows and forests, high mountains and deep valleys, indifferent wilderness and profane rivers. In addition, there were plants and animals that were very similar to those of China, and there were also monsters and people who were not very different. The current emperor, who had just ascended to the throne at the time, was surprised when the project that the previous emperor had endeavoured to fill his boredom was really successful.


    According to the records of the person present at the time, the emperor looked really dignified when he saw the flora and fauna of the new continent brought by the expedition, people a little different from the imperial people, gold and silver, etc. It was also a figure suitable for the iron-blooded emperor of an empire, which had been in good health for over a thousand years, and rather grew stronger as the days passed. However, perhaps his indifference was not his perfect intention.


    Many treasures and new sailing ships were bestowed upon those who explored the new continent.


    With the order to establish a stable sea route between the New World and the Empire.


    Although the Empire¡¯s all-out efforts were nothing more than a way to entertain the emperor, the expedition and shipbuilding industry supported by the expedition quickly completed the route and map. And a number of imperial people began to cross the sea on the created route in huge ships.


    Aboriginal peoples in the New World consisted of only a little over a hundred tribal groups at best. Moreover, they did not cultivate particularly large fields.


    Naturally, unoccupied lands abounded, and in the eyes of the subjects of the Empire, it was their only chance to escape the grip of the cruel greedy ducks and relentless denials and take possession of their own. In a situation where tens or millions of people had crossed the sea over the course of several decades, the emperor, instead of drying it, built a fleet under the imperial family to compete with the ships of other merchants and transported people. Moreover, he issued a decree that the land they had worked there with their own hands belonged them. In my opinion, the emperor expected that even if the people of the empire, which numbered hundreds of millions, crossed a handful of seas, there would be no problem. On the contrary, there is a possibility that they were happy inside that the people were plowing the fields on their own without the need to waste the power of the imperial family and cultivate new land.


    And then, decades later, at the end of his reign, or at the time of his son¡¯s generation, when the land was ripe, it was clear that he would send the ruthless imperial army to devour them all.


    However, there was something that even the Iron-Blood Emperor and the Imperial Army could not guess. That is, it was not only the helpless people who crossed the sea. The new dynasty where the scoundrels who struggled to keep their ties even in the shadows while avoiding the eyes of the emperor, the secretaries who saw opportunities hidden in the deep mountains and valleys, the families of the old dynasties who only thought they had died and disappeared, and those who had hidden themselves from the power of the emperor and built up their strength crossed the sea dreaming of a new world. Of course, it wasn¡¯t just those who were willing to cross the sea. Criminals who have sinned in the dark of the city, greedy gluttons hoping to win a share in the new continent, mad demons trained in evil magic tricks, and all kinds of evil and selfish people have crossed the sea.


    The educated people at the time feared that all those people would gather in one place and explode like water poured into boiling oil. It was assumed that such a catastrophe would result in the loss of lives of so many people. But it was only a one in a million scenario.


    In my opinion, there were many reasons for this to not happen, and among them the but the biggest one is that the new continent was very wide, and I think it was because there were very few people compared to the size of the new continent.


    Looking at the current situation, I know that many literate people are pouring out as many books and lines as the number of literate people. And on top of that, I want to weave a single stream of my humble thoughts. It means that the emperor¡¯s intention to devour this land will fail.


    This land, which will be overflowing with sorcerers and evil men, good men and demons, can be said to be a return to the ancient Moorim a thousand years ago, I dare say.


    Innumerable beliefs and intentions of each, selfishness, greed, and all martial arts in the world will fight to carry out each other¡¯s will. The sparks and sweat splashing there will become the new life force of the Moorim and will squirm, and will have a tough and hard atmosphere unlike the one the emperor thought. Without imperial oppression, the struggle for each belief will become the reality of the old romance and kindle a spark in their hearts. The fire of Moorim, which has rekindled after a thousand years, cannot be extinguished easily by the power of the emperor and the imperial army across the sea¡­)


    The contents of the back of the book were soaked in blood and could not be read.


    ¡°When is this story?¡±


    The man who was crouching and rummaging through the book fluttered it a couple of times without meaning in his hand and threw it to the floor. The book fell on the chest of the corpse that lay looking at the


    sky.


    Thanks to the large wound there, the rest of the book, which was still intact, was slowly soaked in blood.


    ¡°The human country, which was originally about five hundred years old, passed a thousand years is because of the Moorim and Mugong. Why are you looking for romance there?¡±


    The man, who had blown a stinky pint glass at the dead person, immediately lengthened his lip as if grimacing and turned his head away. And he frowned at the reddish sunset light that pierced his eyes. The sun was slanting over the wide plain that drew the elongated horizon, shed the last rays of the day. The soft clouds stretched widely over the plain and were clearly divided into those receiving the setting sun and those that did not, boasting their diversity.


    And it was the same with the bodies around the man. The corpses of about seven or eight, including men, women, and the elderly, were lying on their backs with large wounds on their bodies.


    The carriage with one of its wheels broken was lying on its back, and it looked as if it had been stolen from the fact that the luggage was cluttered and the carcass of the horse was missing.


    The crouched man stood up slowly, looking at the cooling bodies with his eyes as wide as a stray wagon.


    His eyes turned to the loose rags around the carriage. The man wondered if there was anything useful, and he searched, but in the end got nothing. But there were still some clothes that a small child could wear.


    There are no children among the corpses lying now, so the thieves must have taken them.


    They would raise them as thieves like them, or they would sell them at a cheap price.


    ¡°¡­I am so sorry.¡±


    The man who muttered to himself put the hat he was holding in his left hand on his head, spit lightly, and let out a few short whistles. Then his horse, Cao Cao, who was a little far away, approached.


    The man, who drew the sword from his waist, climbed into the saddle of his horse with an unstoppable motion, and tapped his horse in the waist with his foot placed in a stirrup. The horse Jojo understood the master¡¯s intentions from the movement, and started running out of the place with a bluish tantrum.


    The horse and he ran over the red plain.


    A dry wind mixed with sand blew under the man¡¯s clothes and hat, and the saddle swayed as the horse moved leaving behind the corpses that had been dead for less than half a day and ran towards the setting sun.


    It was late afternoon in the New World.

 Chapter 2 - High Noon

    High Noon


    The inside of the tavern was filled with a little noise.


    On the first floor of the two-story tavern, various people were seen, including people having dinner, men drinking alcohol, and people fiddling with cards at tables in the corner.


    In the meantime, a full-bodied middle-aged man who seemed to be the owner of the tavern was busy with bowls of noodles, wine bottles, and snacks.


    At that moment, a man wearing a hat opened the tavern door and entered.


    He was a foreigner.


    People who ate noodles and drank alcohol glanced at him. Considering he was wearing a sword, he must have been a Moorim ( Martial Artist).


    But in the New World, even if someone was holding a dog, cow, or spear they say they are Moorim, so it was nothing special about it.


    The man who walked in felt the gazes and stopped, and the owner of the tavern approached him.


    The owner went as he wiped his hands on the towel attached to his belt.


    ¡°You are a foreigner. Welcome, welcome.¡±


    The man gently pushed up the hat he was wearing with his finger and looked at the owner of the tavern.


    The owner of the tavern continued speaking, looking at the eyes of the man under the hat.


    ¡°Stay or Meals?¡±


    ¡°Meals.¡±


    The tavern owner nodded his head.


    ¡°It will be ten cents.¡±


    Without a word, the man pulled out ten coins from his pocket and held out to the tavern owner.


    The tavern owner took it and walked to the kitchen, saying:


    ¡°Sit comfortably. The noodles will be rolled up soon.¡±


    The man walked to one corner of the tavern pulled out the sword from his waist, set it on the side of the table, and took off his hat.


    As he didn¡¯t seem to cause any particular problems, the quiet room in the tavern began to roar again.


    The man, Jang Geon, sat in a comfortable position with both hands on the table and slowly looked around the people in the tavern.


    Most of the people in the tavern were villagers or nearby farmers.


    Of course, some dogs stood with swords or knives, but they were at most three.


    In cities and towns on the west coast, there were more Moorim and helpers than ordinary civilians, but this was an area that was a bit far from that.


    There were more farmers than swordsmen.


    So, at best, all the knives were seen only to the extent of a one prepared for self-defense.


    There were quite a few guests, but it seemed that the owner was the only person who worked for the guest.


    In the other taverns, there will be usually either one or two labourers for serving or at least the wife or children of the owner will be seen serving the guests.


    But here there was neither owner¡¯s wife or children nor labourers.


    Jang Geon felt that, it would take some time to roll up a bowl of noodles in such a situation.


    ¡°What a fraudster! you bastard! Are you cheating me?¡±


    ¡°What? fraud? I didn¡¯t even lift a finger, what¡¯s wrong with you?¡±


    At that time, voices rose among the men who were fiddling cards in the corner of the tavern.


    A man jumped up and started claiming fraud while starring at the man who was sitting with his back facing Jang.


    The two then jumped up from their seats and started arguing about killing each other.


    The people in the tavern drank with their heads shaking or giggling as if it was a common sight.


    Even the owner of the tavern, hearing the commotion, took his head out of the kitchen and looked at it, then smiled and went back inside.


    There was no one who looked nervous or anxious, so they ended up swearing at each other.


    But Jang¡¯s eyes were fixed on them.


    To be precise, it was from the moment he heard the voice of the man standing with his back facing him.


    ¡°Oh shit! So, does it make sense that you win and I lose all day!¡±


    ¡°No, well, it¡¯s your finger problem. Aside from you, everyone else won a lot, didn¡¯t they?¡±


    ¡°You punk¡­?¡±


    The man who was claiming fraud eventually pushed the other person with both hands, apparently unable to contain his anger.


    The one who ridiculed him faltered, put a step back, and then growled.


    ¡°what. Are you really going to do it?¡±


    ¡°Yeah, you bastard! Do you think I¡¯m wuss because I¡¯ve endured being bullied all this time?¡±


    In the end, the two grabbed each other by the neck, shook them violently, and shouted incomprehensible swear words.


    And Jang, who had been watching the commotion until then, was finally able to see the face of the man whose back was only visible all this time.


    A light smile appeared on his lips.


    ¡°That bastard was here.¡±


    Jang, who mumbled briefly, looked at the two of them arguing, then got up from his seat and walked towards them.


    Even as he approached them, the two men were spitting harsh words at each other¡¯s faces. The other people near the table just smiled, wondering as if they didn¡¯t want them to stop the show.


    ¡°Hey.¡±


    The two men, who were holding hands and making a fuss, heard Jang¡¯s voice and turned their heads.


    The person who claimed fraud looked at Jang and said,


    ¡°What do you want fu*ker?¡±


    But the other man was startled and turned pale.


    ¡°¡­ How?¡±


    Jang shook his head at the question of the man who was claiming fraud.


    ¡°Not you¡­. that one.¡±


    The man, whose face had turned pale, listened to Jang¡¯s words and rolled his eyes anxiously here and there, then opened his eyes and spoke.


    ¡°¡­ Brother Jang, did you come here see me ?¡±


    ¡°Oooo. It¡¯s been two months. How have you been?¡±


    The man took a step back, gently releasing the collar of the opponent he was holding onto.


    The other party also let go of his collar with a puzzled face.


    ¡°Well, how have you been? What are you up to these days, Brother Jang?¡±


    Jang shook his head with a smile.


    ¡°I didn¡¯t do well. What happened is that everyone in your group is saying that everything is going well.¡±


    ¡°¡­Did you meet other friends too?¡±


    ¡°Yes. You are the last.¡±


    The man took a step back and then once again took another step back.


    ¡°Well, thats¡­ Actually, I know I shouldnt¡¯t have done it right..? Does it make sense to rob a Moorim man with a sword in his back? If caught, I¡¯m sure they¡¯ll get hit with that sword¡­¡­ right?


    ¡°But still you did it in the end.¡±


    Hearing Jang¡¯s answer, the man looked at him blankly, and laughed, then suddenly turned around and tried to run away. But as he turned, he could feel a ghastly hand grabbing the back of his head.


    Then, with that hand, his head got slammed onto the table.


    ¡°Aww!¡±


    The man¡¯s forehead was slammed into the table, and the billboards and coins rattled.


    Everyone around him was startled and even flinched back.


    The man who had his face pierced tried to get out of Jang¡¯s grasp, struggling with his arms and legs because he had a headache and was in pain, but the hand that pressed the head didn¡¯t move as if it was a rock.


    ¡°I told them not to do it! And in the end, it was brother Jang who was sitting there until all the money was stolen: We didnt want to hold onto it. Really! Please take a look,¡±


    Without answering, Jang grabbed the man¡¯s left hand, placed it on the table, and pulled out the card hidden in his sleeve.


    Jang pushed the card to the man¡¯s face and whispered softly as he leaned close.


    ¡°Does that mean that cheating on the gambling board goes away? Don¡¯t be shy, Yang, where¡¯s my money?¡±


    The man named Yang Gong looked at Jang¡¯s twinkling eyes and swallowed his saliva and answered.


    ¡°That¡¯s¡­¡­I paid for the Moorim-bound bounty.¡±


    ¡°Really? You paid a bounty with that?¡±


    Yang Gong was terrified of Jang¡¯s grimacing face.


    ¡°Well then, there is a Moorim branch here right now, so what should I do? I don¡¯t want to come back and eat the noodle too¡­¡±


    Jang grabbed Yang Gong¡¯s head, which had been lying on the table, raised him up, and grabbed his neck.


    ¡°So you don¡¯t have a penny?¡±


    ¡°No, it¡¯s not that, there¡¯s something else here¡­ with that¡­¡±


    Yang Gong glanced at the coin lying on the table.


    Seeing that, Jang pushed Yang Gong, who he was holding, to the side, and approached the seat where he was sitting.


    And he started to collect the coins lying there.


    The man who was called Yang Gong was a fraudster.


    The people who gambled with him, and the guests in the tavern were all just staring at it with blank eyes.


    It seemed that Yang Gong was caught after cheating and running away from the gambling board before, but even considering the circumstances, Jang¡¯s actions now were relentless.


    ¡°Come on, wait. Stop for a second!¡±


    At that moment, the man who had been cursing Yang Gong came to his senses and shouted at Jang.


    ¡°Stop it! Its all money earned by cheating! Thats my money!¡±


    Jang glanced at the man who cried like that, then answered, taking the coins.


    ¡°That is not my responsibility. Take care of this guy later.¡±


    ¡°What, what the fuck?¡±


    Hearing Jang¡¯s answer, the man stretched out his hands again with a feverish face. It looked like he was going to push him away as he had pushed Yang Gong.


    But the moment the man tried to push Jang away, Jang grabbed the man¡¯s hand and pulled him out of the way.


    ¡°Ouch!¡±


    The man, who was suddenly dragged, slumped forward and rolled.


    Jang even smashed his face into the floor as if to see whether he had any mastered martial arts.


    Jang then went back to the table and started collecting Yang Gong¡¯s coin, whether it was parched or not.


    Jang quickly picked up all the coins in his seat, put them in his pocket, turned around and grabbed Yang Gong, who was sitting there, again by the collar.


    ¡°What, why, why are you like this, Jang!¡±


    ¡°Why? It¡¯s because it¡¯s not enough.¡±


    ¡°Well, that¡¯s¡­ I don¡¯t have anything anymore¡­¡±


    Yang Gong smirked and showed him his empty hands.


    It was as if he really didn¡¯t have anything anymore, and if he didn¡¯t believe him, he had to check all over his body.


    When Jang saw that, thought whether he should really take off this guy¡¯s clothes.


    ¡°You, you bastard!¡±


    A man who had fallen to the floor grabbed his nose and got up and looked at Jang.


    Blood was dripping from between the hands that was grabbing his nose.


    ¡°This m*ther fu*ker! you made my nose like this?


    Youre dead.¡±


    When Jang saw the ugly appearance, he smirked and said,


    ¡°I¡¯m sorry for hurting you. But it¡¯s not just one or two questions that I got from him¡­


    Jang Geon blurted out the end of his speech.


    It was because the man who seemed to be running at him any moment ran out of the tavern.


    Jang, who was staring blankly at the man¡¯s back, couldn¡¯t help but smiled and turned his eyes to Yang Gong again.


    ¡°He is such a fool¡­.huh?¡±


    ¡°That¡­that¡¯s¡­¡­. , that guy¡¯s name is Jin Yang seok¡­¡±


    Jang interrupted Yang Gong and shook his head.


    ¡°Never mind. What are you going to do?¡±


    ¡°Yes, yes? about that¡­¡­?¡±


    Power entered Jang¡¯s hand, which was holding the collar.


    ¡°Do you want to give me my money somehow, or do you want me destroy your power supply?¡±


    Yang Kyung¡¯s eyes and hands trembled at the words.


    ¡°How about forgiving me this one time Brother Jang?¡±


    Jang, unable to feel any sympathy for the pathetic trembling voice, without saying a word, took out his left fist, clenched it like a stone, in front of Yang Gon


    Yang Gong, who looked anxiously at the fist and Jang¡¯s eyes alternately, took a deep breath, then drooped down and lowered his eyes.


    ¡°¡­ Then, please let me go. I have an item with me.¡±


    When Jang released what he was holding, Yang Gong loosened his front hem a little, ripped open a corner of his chest, and pulled out a small piece of cloth that had been cleverly hidden inside.


    Then, slowly he unwrapped the cloth and pulled out a small jade ring and showed it.


    He looked at the jade ring and sighed once more and held it out to Jang.


    ¡°¡­ here, do you know what this is. ? I got it from Shinsacheon in the past. It¡¯s real jade, so if you find a suitable place to sell it, you¡¯ll get a good price.¡±


    Jang took it, looked around the ring, and put it in his fingers.


    Yang Gong looked into Zhang Geon¡¯s eyes and asked.


    ¡°What do you think?¡± That should be enough, right?¡±


    ¡°Yeah. This is good enough.¡±


    Jang said so and smiled.


    He looked at Yang Gong, who smiled clumsily following that laughter, then turned his head to look at the owner of the tavern who was standing outside the kitchen.


    And as if he didn¡¯t care about the absurd gazes from the guests, he asked the owner of the tavern with a bewildered face.


    ¡°When will my noodles come out?¡±

 Chapter 3

    Yang Gong sat in the front of Jang, who was eating the noodles, and spoke good-naturedly.


    Although he had been ripped off the money and jade ring he didn¡¯t seem to run away, instead he spoke to Jang with a serious expression on his face.


    ¡°Brother Jang, now is not the time to be eating noodles leisurely.¡±


    Jang ate noodles without answering Yang Gong.


    The appearance of filling his cheeks with a lot of noodles was appetizing even for Yang Gong, who wasn¡¯t even hungry.


    Yang Gong just gulped his saliva and continued.


    ¡± I¡¯m telling you this in the best interest of you. Even though many thing happened between us, I still think of you as a brother since we ate and fiddled cards once


    together.¡±


    Jang did not answer any of the words of Yang Gong.


    Rather, he lifted the bowl and drank the broth in the noodles.


    Then placed down the bowl and swallowed all the noodles and broth that was in his mouth.


    Then he reached out to the tea that was placed next to the bowl of noodles.


    He took a sip of the tea and looked slyly at Yang Gong in his eyes and opened his mouth.


    ¡°Why..?¡±


    ¡°Do you remember the guy who run away earlier.¡±


    ¡°Jin seok¡­..?¡±


    Yang Gong opened his eyes wide.


    ¡°You pretended not to be interested in other¡¯s business, but you do remember everything¡­¡­.. Well the thing is that guy is a little dangerous.¡±


    ¡°A guy who got scammed by the likes of you¡­..is dangerous.¡±


    At Jang¡¯s words Yang Gong coughed a little.


    ¡°You know that¡¯s offensive¡­ Right.?¡±


    ¡°If you don¡¯t like being called scammer, then shall I call you as thief.¡±


    ¡°Hey. Don¡¯t you remember what I just said? I paid all the country bound bounty.¡±


    ¡°Does the crime disappear if you give out the money.?¡±


    Yang Gong dropped his head down and shrugged.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t some of the bounties going out as compensation for those people I scammed.? then doesn¡¯t that mean never robbed them.¡±


    ¡°Ahhh¡­.what am I talking¡­.It¡¯s not time for that¡­.Brother Jang Do you know who is Hong Gildong?¡±


    ¡°Who is Hong Gildong?¡±


    Jang answered without showing any interest, while picking up the teacup again and bringing it to his mouth.


    ¡°The leader of the Bowbilli clan.¡±


    ¡°¡­Bowbilli?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t you know?¡±


    Yang Gong laughed sheepishly.


    ¡° You don¡¯t know because you don¡¯t have enough learning about the moorim country we live in.¡±


    Jang looked at Yang Gong without saying a word and after a moment of pause opened his mouth.


    ¡°Come to the point. What does that have to do with that prick being dangerous?¡±


    Yang Gong picked up a teacup from the corner of the table and filled it with tea.


    ¡°Jin seok is an ignorant man. He didn¡¯t learn martial arts, and he doesn¡¯t have a lot of wealth, but still he has one thing?¡±


    Yang Gong took a sip of the tea he poured.


    ¡°Its his brother ¨C a real powerhouse in Martial arts.¡±


    Hearing Yang Gong¡¯s words, Jang grinned and raised his chopsticks


    ¡°Well¡­..I also do some martial arts.¡±


    ¡°Oh, I know that. Is there anyone who doesn¡¯t know about the fist of our Brother Jang.? Since I personally saw I knew that Brother Jang¡¯s drawing of a sword is a piece of art itself.¡±


    At Yang Gang¡¯s words, Jang put down the hand holding the chopsticks again.


    ¡°Then what¡¯s the matter, kid? I told you to come to the


    point.¡±


    ¡°Of course the prick¡¯s brother is a problem, but the most problematic was the clan he belongs.¡±


    Jang slammed the teacup on the table and the leftover tea in the teacup jumped out of the cup and fell on the table.


    ¡°Why are you making a fuss about a clan in the countryside. Don¡¯t they have a Moorim Security Force branch here?¡±


    Yang Gong answered the question with a smile on his face.


    ¡°Are you curious now Brother.?¡±


    Jang laughed.


    He laughed in such a way that the laugh echoed throughout the restaurant.


    He then showed a clenched left fist.


    Yang Gong looked at his fist and his expression turned slightly pale.


    ¡°Okay¡­.okay¡­. I¡¯ll tell you, lower your fists¡­ Of course, they might be a small clan on the countryside. But the strangest thing is there is a link between the leader of the Bowbilli clan and the head of Moorim Security Force branch head.¡±


    ¡° So as long as nothing big happens, Moorim Security Force won¡¯t lay hand on the Bowbilli clan.¡±


    ¡° And Jin Cheong, the brother of the prick whose nose you broke just a little while ago, holds an important position in the Bowbilli clan.¡±


    ¡°And you stole from the brother of such a big-shot.?¡±


    Yang Gong laughed awkwardly.


    Jang slowly looked back at the table where Yang Gong had been sitting and understood the situation.


    The people who had gambled with Yang Gong before were now staring at him and Yang Gang as if to kill them.


    It must have been because of the cheating and provoking Jin seok.


    There were some residents who sneakily left the tavern, perhaps frightened.


    As Jang drank the remaining tea in the teacup, the owner of the tavern approached him.


    ¡°customer.¡±


    Jang looked up at the owner of the tavern.


    Upon closer inspection, the owner¡¯s face was not only stiff, but also trembling


    ¡°I will refund the price of noodles, so please get out of my tavern.¡±


    Yang Gong looked at him and said with a smile as if there was nothing he could do about it.


    ¡°Come on, let¡¯s get out of this place before Bowbilli clans henchmen comes. If they come it will be difficult even for Brother Jang to stay safe.¡±


    However, while listening to the two of them, Jang poured out tea to the empty teacup and after filling it, slowly took it to his mouth and started drinking.


    He drank all the tea in a single gulp and smacked the teacup on the table.


    Then he opened his mouth


    ¡°I think it will be fine.¡±


    ¡°What are you saying Jang¡­.even if it¡¯s you, you can¡¯t handle 20 henchmen of the strong Bowbilli clan. Let¡¯s get ou¡­¡­¡±


    ¡°If you had wanted to run away. you should have done it early. But now It¡¯s already too late.¡±


    As soon as Yang Gong heard the voice that cut off his words he got stiffened.


    The owner of the tavern and Yang Gong turned to the owner of the low, thick voice that was heard from behind.


    ¡°It¡¯s too late to run now.¡±


    As soon as they saw the silhouette of the person standing in the front of tavern, they felt a chill passing down the spine.


    At the same time, the main character of that voice entered the room.


    At a glance, the man, who looked sloppy, weighed quite a bit, and the wooden floor of the tavern made a rattling noise as he walked.


    The man who entered the tavern, passed through the frozen tavern owner and Yang Gong, and then stood in front of Jang.


    He looked at Jang, who was still drinking his tea with a calm face.


    He then turned around and asked.


    ¡°Is it them?¡±


    ¡°Uh, uh. That¡¯s right, brother. They tricked me into taking my money, and when I protested, they broke my nose into this shape. Please give me them a proper lesson.¡±


    ¡°¡­your money?¡±


    Jin Seok, who appeared from behind the man, made an ominous expression and added quickly.


    ¡°He was stealing people¡¯s money. My money¡­. that is¡­ only part of it.¡±


    The man with a bandage around his nose looked pathetically at Jin Seok, who stuttered, and then looked at Yang Gong and Jang again.


    ¡°Everyone out.¡±


    Jang knew that those words were not directed at him.


    All those who remained in the tavern rushed out and ran out.


    The owner of the tavern also followed after them, and before leaving stopped next to the man, and said cautiously.


    ¡°The thing is¡­.. it¡¯s not been long since I bought the new table¡­¡±


    The man just stared at the owner of the tavern without saying a word, and the owner was startled by those eyes and ran outside.


    Yang Gong, who had an anxious expression on his face, slowly got up, thinking of getting out along with the crowd.


    ¡°Sit down.¡±


    Hearing Jang¡¯s dry voice, he naturally sat back down and raised a teacup and answered.


    ¡°Well? I guess our next meeting will be in the hell.?¡±


    Jang who was making eye contact with the man, didn¡¯t answer but just smiled.


    At that time, when everyone in the tavern had left, seven or eight men rushed inside.


    They surrounded Jang and Yang Gong, who were sitting in the corner of the tavern, in a semicircle.


    The man who had been staring at Jang until then walked slowly and said,


    ¡°Nice to meet you, friends. I am Jin Cheong.


    ¡°It¡¯s a shame, but I¡¯m acting as a Sheriff in this town. After all, it is a peaceful place, so there wasn¡¯t much to do, so we were just playing and eating.¡±


    He stopped in front of the table where Jang and Yang Gong were sitting.


    ¡°By the way, it looks like I have something to solve here today.¡±


    Jang didn¡¯t answer.


    He just looked at Jin cheong with his sunken eyes and picked up the teacup and drank it.


    When Jin Cheong saw this, his eyebrows twitched.


    Yang Gong, who noticed that stood up, put his hands together, and spoke.


    ¡°Hahaha. There seems to be some misunderstanding about this..¡±


    ¡°By the way nice to meet you. My name is Yang Gong. I came to this village a few days ago, and even in that brief moment, I didn¡¯t hear just once or twice about the generous deeds of Brother Jin cheong.¡±


    ¡°It was stories about your prowess and manhood, so I wanted to meet you once. So how are business these days.?¡±


    ¡°But since we really met like this, isn¡¯t this some kind of a destiny? Oh, and by the way, he is Brother Jang and it¡¯s not been a while since he came to this town¡­¡±


    However, Yang Gong¡¯s words were suddenly cut off by the index finger of Jin cheong¡¯s right hand, which was pointing to him.


    That moment Yang Gong was stiffened by the sudden action, while Jin Cheong opened his mouth.


    ¡°Swindler.¡±


    ¡°Wha¡­ What? Me, a swindler?¡±


    The index finger moved as it was, and this time it pointed to


    Jang.


    ¡°bodyguard of swindler.¡±


    Jin Cheong lowered his hands and put both hands on his waist and said arrogantly.


    ¡°How can I respond to my brother¡¯s protest that suddenly appeared in this peaceful village about the criminals who eats the poor people¡¯s money with their fists?¡±


    ¡°As a follower of the justice, I can¡¯t just let this happen. Therfore, I will hereby arrest both of you and take you to the Moorim Security force branch. Resisting will only hurt you, so it would be better not to.¡±


    Yang Gong¡¯s face turned absurd at the words and confident attitude that confirmed the crime as if he were a judge, so he twisted his eyebrows and opened his mouth.


    When Jin Cheong finished speaking, the men who were besieging them approached each with thick clubs from their waists.


    Seeing this, Yang Gong¡¯s face became pale.


    Without realizing it, he muttered abusive language, saying,


    ¡°This shit¡­.¡±


    ¡°So, you are not going to kill me¡±


    The men who were nearing the table stopped at Jang¡¯s sudden words, who had been quiet.


    They looked at Jin Cheong without realizing.


    Jin Cheong looked at Jang with his eyes twisted as if he didn¡¯t like his look.


    ¡°How can I kill someone in the broad daylight in a tavern.¡±


    ¡°But it¡¯s okay to come and persecute like this?¡±


    Jin Cheong took one step closer to the table where Jang was


    sitting.


    ¡°This is to arrest the rascals who are disturbing the village, so all of our strong compatriots will understand the situation.¡±


    ¡°Aside from those gangsters here, where are the strong compatriots? Your self-awareness is bloated.¡±


    In response to Jang¡¯s sarcasm, Jin Cheong took one step closer and lowered his voice.


    ¡°This little bastard really wants to be tough. so he talks back and forth. If you don¡¯t come properly. I can tear your snout before handing you over to the Moorim Security Force.


    Jang laughed at the harsh words.


    ¡°So¡­..you aren¡¯t going to let me go?¡±


    ¡°You shouldn¡¯t have put that shitty hands on my brother¡¯s face and think about escaping from my village. At least I¡¯ll make you a one arm, one leg bastard. Well, if you beg me now, I¡¯ll consider leaving the one thing between those legs.¡±


    Jin Cheong¡¯s last words were funny, and the surrounding thugs laughed.


    Others giggled and tapped their thighs with clubs.


    Yang Gong, who saw this, unknowingly clasped his legs together and shrugged.


    And Jang looked at the thugs, Jin Cheong, and Jin seok, who were laughing as if they were pathetic, and said.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t you worried that this bastard here might have something if he is calm even in situations like this; maybe a martial arts? Aren¡¯t you worried that he might be an emperor or the wandering master?¡±


    Jin Cheong¡¯s complexion hardened upon hearing Jang¡¯s words.


    ¡°what? You¡­¡­ the Emperor?¡±


    Jang answered with a puzzled expression.


    ¡°Well¡­.why not..?¡±


    ¡°What a crazy bastard? are you kidding? Impersonating the Emperor just because you know some Martial ar¡­


    At that moment, Jang, who was sitting in his seat, jumped up from the chair without any preparatory movements, jumped over the table with his hands, and put a kick in Jin Cheong¡¯s face.


    The force of that single kick was so the huge that the bulky Jin cheog fell straight out to the entrance of the tavern.


    His two eyes started spinning, and his front teeth both up and down were broken, and huge amount of blood gushed out of his nose.


    The thugs and Yang Gong in the tavern looked dumbfounded alternating between the faces of Jin Cheong and Jang.


    Jang Geon, who got down with the recoil of kicking Jin cheong, looked at him with piercing eyes and said.


    ¡°I¡¯m the Emperor.¡±