Chapter 824: 824
Coming down the cliff, the Mangeum godfather stared at Jang Nilso.
'Loss…'
There are two reasons why he accepted Jang Nilso's proposal.
The first is a sense of crisis.
It was because of the sense of crisis that if we stay like this, we might not be able to use our hands and be defeated individually. Too much force must be directed to the outside, and the best target for the outside force is Safi.
And secondly…….
It was calculated that there would be no harm in using and throwing it away.’
This made it clear.
His second calculation was completely wrong.
For the most part, I was proud to understand Jang Nilso, but the real Jang Nilso was not in his calculations. Just since he came to them, no flow has escaped Jang Nilso's grasp.
You're saying I was the one who was used to it?’
I got chills down my spine.
Perhaps it was those factions who fought under him, not those factions, that feared Jang Nilso the most in this lava-burning war.
I feel like my heart is tightening just by playing the Mangeum Loan, and I'm sure other people would have felt that way.
"Anyway……."
The mangeum godfather hid his innermost thoughts and opened his mouth nonchalantly.
"You've done a business that'”
"Remaining business?"
The face of King Black Dragon was distorted.
"That's your position. Zhang Gang only lost money! Most of all, half of the black dragon's bow was cut out, which is irreparable damage!"
The Black Dragon King glared at Jang Nilso with life in his eyes.
"Jang Nilso! I'm sure you said you'd benefit the intestines! Did you fool me?"
"You… Tsk tsk tsk."
Cheonmyon Susa kicked her tongue.
"I know it's ignorant, but I don't know the case. Watch your mouth, Black Dragon King. It's a love affair that just started. If the dignity of the Ryanist is compromised, it is not good for us either."
"Shut up, you rat! You didn't cheat on me by squeezing it with Jang Nilso?"
When King Black Dragon burst into aging, Cheonmyon Susa's eyes quickly cooled.
"LOL."
But then Jang Nilso smiled softly and opened his mouth softly.
"You don't have to be so angry. Because I've brought a definite gain to the Janggang.”
"…benefit? Did you say gain?"
"Now no one will stop you from doing anything in the Zhang River. For the next three years."
The Black Dragon King opened his eyes slightly suspiciously.
"One coffin……".”
"It's also hard to deal with watercolors alone. They've always been supported by the Old File Room and the Great Sega. If they can't come forward, the coffin will turn a blind eye."
"Well."
"If that's the case, it's not a job to repair this damage, is it? Rather, the channel will be stronger.”
King Black Dragon stared at Jang Nilso without saying a word and coughed loudly.
"I'm sure that's what you're saying, Ryeonju?"
"Of course I do."
"I'll fool you this time."
When King Black Dragon stepped down, Cheonmyon Susa asked, holding a complaint.
"Will they keep their promise, Lyeonju?"
"I have no choice but to protect it. No, you'll keep it.”
Jang Nilso twisted the corners of his mouth.
"There's no one better to play with than those who are bound by justification and decency. I don't mind that."
"Well, I'll trust the lord."
The Mangeum godfather also spoke.
"Well, now the important thing is to stabilize the Saparias as quickly as possible.”
"That's right."
"……then we'll go back this way and clean up the door and prepare for a new regime.""I guess so."
"But it takes one.”
The Mangeum godfather tilted his head slightly and asked. His eyes were dim.
"If we had blood ties, it wouldn't have been so hard to wipe them all out of there. Besides, Shaolin, Shaman, and Namgoong would have been worth the damage.”
"Value……."
Jang Nilso rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"What I want is not to win a battle, but to win a war. My opponent is…No, our opponents are not Shaolin or shamans, but the whole of the midfield."
“…….”
"Do you know why people fear ghosts?"
"…isn't it because it's hard to deal with?"
"No."
Jang Nilso shook his head.
"Because I know what ghosts are."
“…….”
"A child who doesn't know ghosts is not afraid to see them. But adults who have heard so many times about what it is and why it's scary are afraid of ghosts."
The face of the Mangeum godfather has hardened slightly.
"Soon everyone in the world will be afraid of me and the name of Sapaeryon. From then on, things will be a little easier."
The Mangeum godfather shook his head.
The same was true when I came here. The author seems to tell everything, but in the end, he doesn't tell anything.
But one thing is for sure.
"It was a good decision to make a love affair.”
"Hahaha."
Jang Nilso laughed softly.
"If you think so, don't stick to the name Black Gwi Bo. I'll abandon the name of the whole room, too.
"…I see. I'll see you soon. There's a lot to discuss."
The Mangeum godfather turned away as if his business was over.
Then King Heukryong turned around with a satisfied smile. Last but not least, Cheonmyon Susa grinned at Jang Nilso.
"The hard way is open, Lyeonju."
"You have to live with it.”
"I look forward to your kind cooperation. Just know that I don't doubt the power of ryanism."
"Of course."
"Loud. Sounds fun. It's going to be fun."
Cheonmyon Susa walked away with a unique smile. As everyone moved away, the cold life that Jang Nilso had endured in his eyes soon poured out.
"…You sneaky snakes.”
Behind Jang Nilso, who turned around, was a white wagon with eight horses. Hoga Myong, who was quietly waiting behind the wagon, greeted Jang Nilso with a cotton cloth.
"You've done a great job. Ark, no…….Leon lord."
"You don't look good. What a disgrace. Yeah."
Jang Nilso made a groan. Hoga Myong grinned bitterly and held out the wet cloth.
"I guess I should have brought the fighters."
"It's not like I don't have any hands, it's fine."
Jang Nilso, who took the cotton cloth, wiped the blood off his body.
"Everything went according to the Lord of Lyeon."
"It's just the beginning.
Jang Nilso answered lightly and polished his upper body by changing the cotton cloth several times. Hoga Myong pulled a white white tarp out of the wagon and hung it up. Organized neatly, Jang Nilso frowned at the broken accessories.
"Tsk."
Wood-deuk.
He sighed as he pulled the broken accessories out of his body without regret, turning his hair back.
"There's no way those snakes will follow me. Once the urgent fire has been extinguished, they will try to devour Sapaeryon from now on."
"I'm sure it'll come out like that."
"Yeah, that's what Sapa does. They're the ones who pull knives to eat a bean right in front of each other, rather than a big feed far away. They're more of a problem than the factions."If Jang Nilso has completely sorted out Shaolin and Shudang here, it is obvious what will happen after that.
They will recognize Jang Nilso as an enemy, not the remaining factions. They must have joined forces behind them to get rid of Jang Nilso and everyone and share Gangnam.
This is a testament to the history of the Sapa, which has been repeated countless times.
"But…… now we can't do that.”
Jang Nilso pulled up the corners of his mouth. A unique smile bloomed on his face.
"Safae-ryeon should not have power in itself. Only the love of love that I control should have meaning. What I've gained in this war is not such a treaty. That's me, Jang Nilso, spreading out into the world."
Jang Nilso brushed my lips with his index finger.
"Fame is nothing but useless rubbish, but sometimes it's more powerful than any other violence."
Hoga Myong's eyes glanced with admiration.
Since when has Jang Nilso been painting this?
Ever since you brought in the heads of Sinjuopae?
Or since Hwasan came into the intestines?
He's either, or he's green?
No, it's not.
At least you saw this when you met Dangga-ju.’
So when Hoga Myong tried to deal with the Hawasan Myron, he would have stopped it.
It's not just a step ahead. Jang Nilso is a man who plays with the world on his hands.
"Now we're gonna have to fight for a while. It's not going to be easy to get those snakes out of their gills."
"But the Lord will do it well."
"Tsk tsk. Alias, aliases. You have a way of overestimating me. I'm already in trouble."
Jang Nilso shook his head and climbed into the wagon. Hoga Myong followed him up, closed the wagon door, took out the alcohol he had prepared in advance, and offered politely.
"I've got it ready."
"Have I ever told you that this is why I like you?"
Jang Nilso grinned.
"It's a long way to go, but we can have a toast today. Isn't that so?"
"Of course, my lord."
"Hahaha!"
It was just the moment Jang Nilso tried to pour a glass of alcohol.
"Hm?"
Hoga Myong's head headed toward the carriage's door. Because there was a commotion outside.
What's going on?
I'm sure the battle's already over.
Jang Nilso frowned and Hoga Myong said straight away.
"I'll go out and…….”
But the moment he tried to get up from his seat.
Crack!
Something sharp popped in through the wall of the carriage.
For a moment, Hoga Myong broke out in a cold sweat.
A sword that is so sharp that it seems to cut itself with just that story is stopped in front of half of his face, which stands up.
“…….”
If only one more sword had entered, he wouldn't have been alive.
"Tsk."
Jang Nilso, who blocked the sword that burst through the wagon wall, kicked his tongue.
"It's because they're short-tempered. Yeah."
Then he sighed and stood up holding two bottles of alcohol.
When I opened the door and went out of the carriage, the warriors of the bay were gathered to protect the carriage.And across from it stood a man.
"Get back."Many people, who were about to rush into the man, looked back at Jang Nilso in surprise.
"Get back."
"Yes!"
The panhandlers quickly rolled back from side to side to clear the way. After getting off the wagon, Jang Nilso pulled out the sword that had been embedded.
"……this black parting gift?"
"Bring it. It's expensive."
"Tsk. That's good."
Jang Nilso threw a sword in his hand at the man with a sad look on his face. Chung-Myung, who accepted a black plum sword with a green thread, pushed the sword into the sword and stared at Jang Nilso.
Jang Nilso sighed lightly.
"This wagon is expensive, too.….”
"If you come to the island, I'll buy you a new one."
"Instead of giving me a neck?"
"Don't you have to live with that?”
"Hahaha."
Jang Nilso threw a bottle in his hand at Chung-Myung this time. Chung-Myung, who took the bottle, took it to his mouth without saying a word and tilted it.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
Jang Nilso smiled as he watched Chung-Myung drinking without hesitation.
"It tastes like alcohol.”
Then he started drinking from the bottle, too.
Hoga Myong stared blankly at the scene.
Chung-Myung, who dashes into a wagon where the people of all walks of life camped and throws a sword at Jang Nilso's wagon, or Jang Nilso, who offers alcohol to Chung-Myung.
He couldn't understand their world.
The two men, who took the bottle off their mouths, faced each other.
Jang Nilso's mouth was smirked with an earful smile. Revealing his teeth, he recited quietly like a beast threatening his prey.
"Yes……."
The growling voice was infested with living and hostility.
"Why did you come back to me after saving my life?" I wouldn't be begging you to kill me.”
Then Chung-Myung's eyes were filled with deep flesh.
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