In the neighborhood where all the people have escaped.
"……Turn it off."
Sweat dripped down Jong Pal's face.
But sweat isn't exactly a problem.
What's the big deal compared to a swollen face like a steamed bun and a sore bone?
Above all, I can't do anything about my hair. My hair.
That lunatic was trying to smudge a person to see if he had any obsession with his head, but he kept grinding his head.
'The crazy guy...' Why are you doing this to me?'
Oh, my god.
How the Hwasan Divine has a grudge against him.
What kind of thunderstorm is this?
"Go down your back, huh?"
Jong Pal quickly straightened his knees and lifted his hips.
In fact, it's nothing to put your head on the floor and put your hands behind your back.
However, the story is a bit different when the body that has been beaten more than a few times and the presence of a person sitting on his waist are combined.
"You're pretending to be hard. Because you're crazy?"
Chung-Myung slapped his back above him, supporting his body only with his head and toes.
"Don't you put yourself in the right position?"
"Sorry, I'm sorry."
"Tsk. I've lost a lot of temper, too."
"If it were before, you wouldn't be able to open your eyes now. I would have just dislocated the whole body bone. Tsk, I've become too nice. Oh, I've become nice."
"I wish I'd let it go, but why my head...…. Oh, I'm getting angry again."
Chung-Myung jumped off the top of Jong Pal. Then he kicked him right in the ribs.
Jong Pal went out with a grotesque scream.
"The more I think about it, the angrier I get! How dare you!"
Chung-Myung began to step on the fallen Jong Pal mercilessly.
"Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! There! Not there...….Argh!"
"The young beggar was beaten like a dog and fell down. Hey, you son of a b*tc*! I've never had a bloody nose before in my life!"
Oh, except Heavenly Demon, of course.
He wasn't a human being.
"Don't! I'm gonna tie you two up and throw you off the cliff!"
I was so excited to step on Jong Pal.
And Gu Chil, who was watching the delightful(?) scene, had no choice but to stare in front of this incredible reality.
'Wangcho gets beaten up?'
Who is Jong Pal?
The strongest beggar among young beggars is Jong Pal. Hasn't the room already acknowledged the talent?
If a rotten personality is left out of the discussion, it is a talent that stands out in openness.
But that Jong Pal is being beaten like a dog without even using his hands.
If that Chosam is really Hwasan's Hwasan Sinryong, the result will be no different from the cost of the Jeong Pal devision, not the Jong Pal.
Is that really the Hwasan Divine?'
What the hell happened in the meantime?
A young beggar who left his hut in a fit of rage after being beaten by Wangcho appears to be the Hwasan Divine Dragon in just three years?
Does this make any sense?
Gu Chil rubbed his eyes again just in case. However, the view before us has not changed at all.
"Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh! Save me! Argh!
"Daehyeop, Daehyeop, Daehyeop, Daehyeop. I'm Master Malko, you son of a b*tc*! The Great Hyup is frozen to death! I'm not going to make a big deal!""Dojang! Dojang! Save me!""
"It's Malcolm, you son of a b*tc*!"
"Hey, Malcolm! Help me!"
"Is this crazy? Where do you call a man, Malko?"
"Oh, what do you want?"
Jong Pal jumped up like a seizure, but was laid back finely by his face's stuck feet.
He foamed and flipped his eyes.
"Ha, he's making a fuss again. You're now……."
It was that moment.
Someone put a hand on Chung-Myung's shoulder.
Chung-Myung turned around and Baek Cheon shook his head with caution.
"Why? Stop what?"
"I don't know what happened, but I don't hit people like that. If he's the Mundo of Hwasan, I understand, but he's not the Mundo of openness."
"If you hit more than this, there will be a problem between opening and Hwasan. No, there could already be a problem. So just leave it at that."
At that point, Chung-Myung stepped off Jong Pal's face and stepped back slightly. His face was full of melancholy, but he seemed to have intended to stop for now.
"Go, thank you, Daehyeop."
Perhaps it didn't have to be more right now, but Jong Pal bowed his head toward Yeonsin Baek Cheon in tears.
Baek Cheon frowned at the sight. His face is not swollen, so it is ridiculous.
"What the hell is happening to you that you beat people up like this? You're a little thoughtless, impulsive, bad-tempered, dirty-tempered, and you're a complete freak who doesn't know what's up or down.…."
"How far are you going to go?"
"……, but I wouldn't beat people up without a hitch. Tell me, what the hell is going on?"
Chung-Myung replied with a sour voice.
"It's not that great."
"When I was still a beggar, so before I came to Hwasan."
"I've been hit by that bastard once."
"…is that right?
"I was weak back then."
What are you talking about, man?
As soon as you're born, you're the one who's going to hit a tiger.
"……I was, but then that bastard clubbed my head properly."
Chung-Myung shook his head.
"It's such an intense experience that I can't forget. Maybe that's why I'm obsessed with the head."
Baek Cheon grinned at Chung-Myung.
"Uh. Ha, I was beaten to death then. This is not enough to make me feel better.…."
But Chung-Myung's words didn't last much longer.
It's because Baek Cheon stopped listening and turned to Jong Pal.
In those eyes, Jong Pal flinched as he saw a young life.
"Is it you?"
Baek Cheon's heel hit the top of Jong Pal's head again.
With a loud sound, Jong Pal collapsed. Then Baek Cheon got on top of him and started swinging his fist.
"You son of a b*tc*! Because of you! Huh? You're the only one who left the victim in Hwasan...…! You son of a b*tc*!"
Yoon-Jong, Jo-Gol, and Baek Sang also turned their eyes and jumped at Jong Pal.
"Because of you!"
"Argh! Enemy! Unfair enemy!"
"I'll kill you!"
Hwasan's disciples began to step on Jong Pal, no matter what.
Yoo-Esul, even sitting next to Jong Pal's head, squatted down and pounded Jong Pal's head with a sword cut."Head. Head. Head. Head."
Jong Pal screamed and twisted his body. But the smacking continued.
"This is for the white porcelain boat! This is for the celadon ship! It's up to Namgung Dowi!"
Baek Cheon's fist excitedly turned Jong Pal's chin.
While the stars were flashing in front of him to be beaten, Jong Pal thought.
Why on earth does the Hawasanian Baek Cheon even take Namung Dowi's share?
But now there was no time to broach that question.
Then Chung-Myung, who was looking at the scene, reached out unknowingly.
"And I'm going to die.…."
"Get out of here!"
Everyone flipped their eyes and beat them mercilessly.
"You're making my head almost explode, aren't you?"
"Let's take him to Hwasan!"
Reason has disappeared from the eyes of the Hwasan disciples.
Have their heads had a prosperous day in the last three years?
You get hit because you don't train properly, you get hit because you're bored, you get hit because you're slow.
But thinking that all those long and tough days were caused by this beggar, I could breathe fire out of my mouth.
"Why did you rip her head off? You son of a b*tc*!"
"If you didn't beat him, you're saying he didn't come to Hwasan!"
"Die! Die! Die! Die!"
Chung-Myung looked at the scene with a sour face.
"No, I'm supposed to beat him.…."
Why do they look so angry?
It was just then.
The door opened violently as if it were going to break, and beggars in rags rushed in.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, my God!"
"How dare you touch an open disciple! You guys are out of your mind!"
Hawsan's disciples turned their heads in surprise.
Dozens of open hoguls with batches in one hand were entering the base.
Judging from his face full of aging, he already knew what was going on here.
"Oh, my God!"
"How can you beat a man like that?"
The beggar standing in front distorted his face when he saw Jong Pal lying on the floor.
"…What the hell is this?"
Baek Cheon crept up and stepped aside. Other Hwasan's disciples also retreated, keeping their mouths shut, as if they had figured out the atmosphere.
"You seem to be Hwasan's disciples. Is that right?"
Baek Cheon sighed and stepped forward.
"I'm Baek Cheon from Hwasan."
He seized the gun, but his opponent refused to accept it. This means that they will not set an example.
"Explain. What the hell happened to Hwasan's disciples beating open disciples in groups. Without a convincing explanation, Hwasan would have to deal with the anger of openness."
Baek Cheon's face is slightly stiff.
And just as he was about to open his mouth.
"Oh, get out of my way! Why are you blocking the way?"
A loud noise came from behind.
Then, the beggars who were blocking the entrance opened the way in perfect order.
Is this a big shot coming?'
Baek Cheon looked at the entrance with a nervous face. Lee Do Yukkeulgae in front of him now. The status is never low in openness.
But if there's a bigger one, at least the Chil-kul-gae...….
His disciples tilted their heads when they saw the giant beggar coming in swinging.
I think I've seen it somewhere."Where did the big guys dare touch our beggar cubs? I'm afraid of beggars.….Hwasan The Dragon?"
The new Chilgyulgae.
So Hong Dae Kwang, the opening chord batter, tilted his head and looked at Chung-Myung.
"Why are you here?"
Hong Dae Kwang alternately looked at Jong Pal and Chung-Myung lying on the floor. And I asked again as if I was wondering.
"What's going on here? That's Jong Pal."
"I was told to bring it, so I took it. What is this……. First, explain what's going on."
Baek Cheon and Gu Chil gave us a rough explanation.
After a while, Hong Dae Kwang stared at Chung-Myung with heavy eyes.
"That beggar beat you up a long time ago?"
"So now you're the one who beat me up?"
Hong Dae Kwang's eyes trembled.
A tremendous amount of aging sprang out of his face.
"No, you're gonna let that beggar open up and ruin it?""
At a surprising pace, Park Chan-hong Dae Kwang rushed to the ground at that speed and kicked Jong Pal's chin, who had only just woken up.
Unknowingly, the beaten man fell back to the ground.
Hong Dae Kwang grumbled and screamed.
"Hey, you son of a b*tc*! I'd rather set the coffin on fire! What? Who do you beat? Come on, you son of a b*tc*! You're a spy from the school to ruin your openness!"
"Ah! Buntaju! No...…not at all right!
"What do you mean no? If I say so, it is, you son of a b*tc*!"
Hong Dae Kwang flipped his eyes and stepped on Jong Pal.
Hwasan's students, who had been cautious, also joined Hong Dae Kwang and started stepping on the Jong Pal again.
In a flash, there was a joint venture between Hwasan and Open.
The open-air islands, which had been crowded with energy, were forced to become honey-mouthed mittered by the strange sight.
What the hell is going on?'
I don't know.'
'Something's... something's going on.'
A beaten tooth.
A round tooth.
And the one who watches.
In that strange coexistence, Chung-Myung opened his mouth.
Stop beating, guys.
……and then I'll die.
Revenge of the superior is not too late for ten years.