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| CHAPTER 303 |
Yoo Cheol-gwang licked his thick lips like a catfish with his tongue. It was his habit when he saw something interesting.
Yoo Cheol-gwang's eyes were fixed on Pyo-wol.
With his black hair hanging down to his shoulders, skin whiter than a woman's, and lips as red as blood, he had a delicate appearance that couldn't be considered masculine.
The moment Yoo Cheol-gwang saw Pyo-wol, he felt a strong sexual desire.
Yoo Cheol-gwang was famous in Haemun for his military power.
He had a strong sexual desire for men, especially for those who were as beautiful as women. He would go to any lengths to pursue men he found attractive, even if it meant causing shame and death to those who rejected him. However, his privileged status as the third son of the owner of a communist party meeting place protected him from consequences.
The eldest and second eldest sons held important positions in the party, and their father was also highly respected. As a result, nobody dared to hold Yu Cheol-gwang accountable for his misbehavior, and he became more reckless as a result.
One day, he heard a rumor about a beautiful man who had arrived at the guesthouse. As soon as he heard the news, he led his followers to search every room in the guesthouse until he found this man named Pyo-Wol, who was more beautiful than any man or woman he had ever seen before.
Yu Cheol-gwang approached Pyo-Wol, feeling breathless and overwhelmed by his beauty.
"What's your name?" asked Yoo Cheol-gwang, abruptly.
Pyo Wol looked up at Yoo Cheol-gwang without saying a word.
He was so large that he had to lift his head for quite some time.
Yoo Cheol-gwang, revealing his impatience, asked again, "Why aren't you answering my question about your name?"
"Why are you asking?" Pyo-Wol asked.
"Damn it! If an elder asks you something, you should answer respectfully. Why are you asking why?"
Yoo Cheol-gwang glared with his yellowed eyes.
Pyo-Wol just looked at him in silence.
Just by looking at Yoo Cheol-gwang's bloodshot pupils, it seemed that he knew what Yoo Cheol-gwang was thinking.
It was bewildering.
There were some who harbored futile desires for themselves, but they all secretly revealed their desires. They didn't openly display them like iron and steel. Although those who live in Kangho have a more open-minded attitude than the general public, not everything is permissible.
Especially those who have risen to high positions in Kangho were more concerned about other people's opinions due to their dignity. However, Yoo Cheol-gwang seemed to have no intention of hiding his sexual identity.
Bang!
Yoo Cheol-gwang slammed the table with his huge hand like a lid of a pot. As a result, the food on the table splattered in all directions.
Food also splattered on Tarha and Yura-yeon's clothes. The two's expressions involuntarily became sour, but Yoo Cheol-gwang didn't even glance at them.
Yoo Cheol-gwang looked at Pyo-wol and said, "You, come with me."
"...."
"I do not tolerate rejection."
In an instant, his subordinates surrounded the table where Pyowol was sitting. They were all mercenaries who used their strength in battles.
They were not dock workers who carried cargo at the port, but mercenaries strategically trained for combat.
Yoo Cheol-gwang ordered some of the mercenaries to serve as his personal soldiers, which was not allowed in normal circumstances. However, no one in the mercenary guild could stop his tyranny at the moment.
As a result, Yoo Cheol-gwang became even more reckless and out of control.
At the sight of Pyowol's appearance, Yoo Cheol-gwang's mind went blank. All he could see was Pyowol's face, and he could not think clearly.
The only thing on his mind was to take Pyowol and go somewhere quiet.
That was when it happened.
"Hey, young friend!"
Suddenly, Tarha intervened between Yoo Cheol-gwang and Pyowol.
"What do you want now, Tarha?" Yoo Cheol-gwang glared at Tarha, and he replied in a cold voice.
"What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do? Ugh!"
"Because of you, food got on my granddaughter's clothes. What should we do about this?"
"Gosh! Is this crazy old man out of his mind? What should we do? Just clean it up yourself. Ugh!"
"You caused this to happen, so you should compensate for it."
"Really! This crazy old man is so clueless and speaks recklessly. Do you want to die, old man?"
"No, if possible, I want to live a long life."
"Then just shut up and wither away. You can live until you poop on the wall."
"I don't want to live until I poop on the wall. I'll be satisfied as long as I can resolve my problems. So I hope you pay for dirtying my clothes."
Tarha's words made Yoo Cheol-gwang's face distort into a grimace.
He was infuriated by Tarha, who couldn't read the atmosphere and kept going on about his own words.
"This damn old man is really trying to push his luck."
Eventually, Yoo Cheol-gwang couldn't hold back his anger and swung his fist at Tarha.
It was a huge fist that could make anyone shiver just by looking at it. Moreover, if he hit the old man properly with his trained fist, his bones would break like a twig.
Thunk!
However, Yoo Cheol-gwang's swinging fist stopped in the middle.
Unbelievably, Tarha's wrinkled hand had stopped his fist in midair.
"What, what is this?"
Yoo Cheol-gwang opened his eyes wide. Then Tarha spoke with a cold tone.
"Are you trying to punch me? Didn't your parents teach you not to use your strength recklessly?"
"How dare you insult me?"
"I'm not insulting you, I'm criticizing your parents for not giving you proper education."
"This crazy old man...."
With a loud scream, Yoo Cheol-kwang swung his fist towards the opposite side, but missed. This time, his fist was strengthened by his inner energy and was harder than a rock.
If it had landed a proper hit, it would have shattered the opponent's skull instantly. It was a cruel method to use on an old man who had done nothing wrong.
At that moment, Pyo-wol noticed a glint in Tarha's eyes.
Tarha's hand that had grabbed Yoo Cheol-kwang's fist rotated to the right. In the same moment, Yoo Cheol-kwang's restrained hand twisted along with it.
Crack!
"Kraaaack!"
Yoo Cheol-kwang didn't just scream, he screamed in agony.
His scream was so heart-wrenching that it sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the tavern.
"Oh no! Young Master!"
"This can't be happening!"
The members of the Red Banner Group were astonished.
Yoo Cheol-kwang's arm had twisted in a way that went beyond simply rotating. His muscles were torn and snapped, and his bones shattered like a twig.
It was a gruesome sight that one couldn't even imagine.
His muscles and bones had been crushed to the point of no return. No matter how great of a healer one was, it was impossible to restore Yoo Cheol-kwang's hand to its original state.
Finally, the soldiers at the enemy meeting realized that the old man in front of them was a fearsome master.
"Kraaak! This dog-like old man!"
In unbearable pain, Yoo Cheol-kwang screamed and went into a frenzy, attempting to attack Tarha.
"No, stop!"
"Damn it!"
The soldiers rushed to restrain Yoo Cheol-kwang.
"Tsk, I think he understands now."
Thump!
Tarha slammed his palm on the table and dishes and utensils on it floated in the air.
Tap, tap, tap!
At an invisible speed, Tarha flicked the dishes and utensils towards the soldiers.
The plates and chopsticks hit the bodies of the soldiers, causing screams to erupt.
Blood flowed from their wounds.
In the midst of the horrifying scene, Yoo Cheol-kwang finally regained his senses.
He grabbed Tarha's twisted arm and asked, "W-who are you?"
"Tsk! You should have asked that before. Do you even know who you have offended?"
Tarha smiled mockingly.
"I may tolerate someone screaming like a mad dog, but that kind of attitude can be a threat to someone. It's a matter of manners not to harm others, even if they have no significance to you. That's the lesson you need to learn."
"Shut up! Do you think I'll just stand still? I'll..."
"If you don't stay still?"
Tarha's pupils sank deep in an instant.
At the moment he saw Tarha's eyes, Yoo Cheol-gwang felt an indescribable terror.
"Ah!"
As if an earthquake had occurred, Tarha's huge body shook wildly.
Tarha asked again.
"If you don't stay still?"
"Well, well..."
"What will you do?"
"Well..."
Suddenly, foam flowed out of Yoo Cheol-gwang's mouth.
His complexion turned as pale as a sheet of paper, and his eyes rolled back, showing only the whites.
He had inflicted serious harm on the other person just by living.
Thump!
Finally, Yoo Cheol-gwang fell to his knees and vomited blood.
It was black blood that oozed out thickly.
Yoo Cheol-gwang trembled and looked up at Tarha.
His eyes were completely bloodshot and congested, turning red.
Even though Yoo Cheol-gwang had lived recklessly without knowing how scary the world could be, he could tell that the old man sitting in front of him was truly a fearsome master.
"Get lost!"
Yu Cheol-gwang couldn't retort Tarha's cold words and left the guesthouse. His huge body swayed back and forth like a drunken person, looking precarious.
The wounded Juk-geonhoe men followed him.
"...."
Silence filled the guesthouse.
The faces of the customers who were staying on the first floor restaurant showed a subtle sense of fear.
Most of the customers were people who lived by trading with the outside world. They had seen and heard a lot.
Among them, there were many experts in martial arts. However, none of them showed as frightening skills as Tarha did.
That's why people only paid attention to Tarha's mood. But Tarha, the one who should have been the center of attention, was looking calmly at Pyowol.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't stand someone dirtying my granddaughter's clothes."
"You came to collect the debt, didn't you?"
"That's right!"
"It's going to be noisy around here."
"It might be. But I prefer to solve it quietly. By the way, it seems like you unnecessarily caused a commotion."
Tarha looked closely at Pyowol's face.
There was certainly an excessive side to his actions.
Tarha's martial arts were destructive, and therefore always brought terrible results.
In Tarha's hometown, Seoyeok, he was called a deity and feared.
However, Pyowol showed no change in his expression even after seeing Tarha's martial arts.
Whether it was because he was skilled at hiding his emotions or because he was arrogant, it was clear that he did not waver even after seeing Tarha's martial arts.
There were only two possibilities in Tarha's understanding of this situation. Either the person had no knowledge of the world, or they had enough confidence in their own abilities.
He didn't sense the former, so it had to be the latter. The handsome man in front of him was a master who had confidence in his own skills. The problem was that Tarha couldn't even begin to guess the extent of his martial arts skills.
At Tarha's level of expertise, it was easy to see the opponent's level like the back of one's hand, but that was not the case for Pyowol.
The man was either a higher level master than Tarha, or he had learned a specialized martial art that concealed his level of expertise. Tarha thought that the latter was more likely, as he believed it was impossible for someone Pyowol's age to learn a martial art at a higher level than his own.
"A martial art that can deceive my eyes..."
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