Chapter - 365 365th episode. Then what should I do? (5)



Nam Jamyong glared at Baek Cheon with cold eyes.



"What do you mean?"



"I asked you what you're doing right now."



Nam Jamyong smirks at Baek Cheon.



"Hey, stamp."



"Yes."



"Is there any reason for me to answer that?"



"……."



The brazen reply left Baek Cheon speechless.



Then Nam Jamyong smiled bitterly and slowly opened his mouth.



"Ha ha. Maybe it's because they've only been in the mountains. You can't tell the difference between when to step up and when to step down."



Baek Cheon's eyes narrowed slightly.



"Does anyone's involvement in the unilateral exercise of force also have to be considered qualifications and circumstances?"



"No way. If you're discussing the so-called consultation, of course you can't sit still."



"How can you say that?"



Nam Jamyong rolled up the corners of his mouth at Baek Cheon's words.



"So the seal is still young."



"……."



"Don't you know that what the seal is saying now means that I may be committing evil?"



"It's……."



Baek Cheon closed his mouth.



"I'm Munju of Seowolmun, a descendant of Jongnam. How could I ever get out of the way of the West Bank?"



Nam Jamyong's eyes curved as thin as the moon.



"Or maybe...…."



Nam Jamyong smiles and looks at Hwasan's disciples.



"Hwasan's disciples said I looked like I was persecuting both people here? That's a disappointment."



Baek Cheon bit his lips gently.



'This guy...'



If you answer back here, you will give the villagers of Jongnam in the West Bank a justification to openly antagonize Hwayeongmun.



Nam Jamyong, a representative of Jongnam's inner circle in the West Bank, may seem to be driving him into a bandit committing evil in broad daylight.



So be careful with every word you say...….



"But."



Oh, my God!



Baek Cheon looked back in surprise.



Chung-Myung was creeping forward with a sulky expression.



"What are you doing?"



Baek Cheon desperately winked at Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol, but the two were equally embarrassing.



'How can I stop you when you have eyes to look at?'



"But I'm gonna stop him!'



But before they could do anything about it, Nam Jamyong opened his mouth.



"Ho, it's an honor for the Hwasan Divine Dragon to speak to me directly. Do you think there's something to brag about in future generations?"



It was an exaggerated sarcasm. A man would have hardened his face immediately after hearing this.



But Chung-Myung's response was nothing like he expected.



"Hehe. You don't have to do that. It makes me shy."



"……."



Nam Jamyong looked blankly at Chung-Myung.



Don't you know sarcasm?'



No, you can't do that.



There can be a strong idiot. But there is no such thing as an idiot. In order to master a certain level of martial arts, a high level of understanding must be accompanied.



The fact that Hwasan Sinryong, who has a reputation for his strong reputation, is stupid is no different from the fact that a scholar with a scholarship system is stupid.



But…….



No, I think you really like it.'



He double-checked the face of the Hwasan Divine Dragon, fearing that it might have been a face-to-face twist.



But by any stretch of the imagination that's not acting. If the expression mixed with humbleness and pride were acting, it would drive the audience like a cloud even if he ran as an opera actor right away."…hahaha."



I don't understand him.



Nam Jamyong coughed in vain and covered his face.



"So, what do you want to know about the Hwasan Divine Dragon?"



"Well, I understand that there is no way that the good Jong-nam's inner man Mun-ju would do anything against the agreement. But you can tell us what's going on right now."



But his facial expression was overshadowed, and his brows were wrinkled again.



"As I said earlier, is there any reason I should explain it to you?"



"There's no reason not to explain."



"Huh?"



Chung-Myung shrugged.



"There's nothing you can't tell me if it's right, so I don't know why you don't want to tell me. And……."



And I looked around while I was talking.



People gathered little by little and watched it grow like clouds.



"I don't think we're the only ones wondering what's going on here."



Nam Jamyong crept an eyebrow at the words.



Each of them looked at him and his fallen teeth alternately, expressing dismay. It was a situation where bad rumors could have been circulated if it was vaguely evasive.



Normally, I wouldn't really care about that, but things aren't good right now. At a time like this, you shouldn't throw a good role at those Hwasan disciples.



Nam Jamyong hardened his mind and nodded at the man who was lying down.



"This is the man who borrowed a lot of money from our West Gate."



"…money?"



At Nam Jamyong's words, Baek Cheon frowned unknowingly.



I thought there would be a great story, but the reason was that it was too low and blatant.



"So…… you've been pushing for debt or something like that?"



"That's right."



"…...that's so radical? A man as good as a gatekeeper of Seowolmun is persecuting people for money like a pack of low-lying Heukdo."



"Hahaha."



But the lonely Nam Jamyong laughed his head off.



Back Cheon frowned at the blatant laugh.



"Why are you laughing?"



"Isn't that funny?"



"What do you mean?"



Nam Jamyong's face was full of derision.



"Isn't it funny that people who came all the way to the West Bank to make that little money and demonstrated swordsmanship that they wouldn't do in their dreams?"



Baek Cheon's face turned slightly red at Nam Jamyong's words.



Certainly Nam Jamyong was right on this point.



"I don't know what it sounds like to the ears of the doers who are cleaning up the high mountains, but money is a pretty big deal for those who live in the world. Of course you're sensitive, aren't you?"



Nam Jamyong's slick remarks left Baek Cheon biting his lips.



"But this is...…!"



"Well, that's true."



Then Chung-Myung interrupted Baek Cheon and spoke in a simple tone.



"But I do think it's a bit radical for someone who came for money. Unless Seo Wol-moonju was playing with money, they wouldn't have seen each other for a day or two."



"Oh, that's a lot sharper than you look."



Nam Jamyong looks at Chung-Myung with a distinct eye.



'You're a total stranger.'



The world seemed so stupid earlier, but now it's easy to get to the point. Thanks to you, I saved the trouble of beating around the bush.



"Of course I know this guy very well. So why didn't I lend him the money?""But seeing that you're so heartless, you haven't paid me back in a long time."



"No, I'm not."



"What?"



Nam Jamyong looked shrugged.



"It's been a while since I've paid back the money I borrowed, but it's not enough time to lose my patience. I'm quite a kinder person than you think."



"Then why?"



"Why don't you hear the reason from the author?"



Nam Jamyong pointed to the fallen tooth with his chin.



Yoo-Esul, who had already gone to his side, was supporting his fallen tooth. However, his body was already limp as if he had lost his mind.



"Oh!"



And at that moment, Yoon-Jong's mouth burst into exclamations of surprise.



"Why?"



"Well, that guy...…."



Yoon-Jong's face, which raises his finger, is all distorted.



"……He came to introduce his child to Hwagyeong."



"Hm?"



Chung-Myung and Baek Cheon's faces hardened at the same time.



It was an immediate understanding of what was going on.



Baek Cheon glared at Nam Jamyong with an angry face. Then he smiled nonchalantly.



"Why? Are you going to blame me?"



Nam Jamyong shook his head and said pitifully.



"Look, I'm not that hard-hearted either. That's why I lent him grain and money. Don't you think so?"



"……."



"This is the man who broke the law."



Cold and cold eyes turned to the person who raised his body.



"Blessed by the grace of Jongnam's inner family, my son introduced himself to Hwasan's inner family. Even animals know grace. Isn't what this guy did just as bad as an animal?"



Yoon-Jong bit his lips and asked.



"So how much is the money he borrowed?"



"Ho? You're going to pay that money back at Hwasan?"



Nam Jamyong chuckled as if he was having fun.



"Good. That's not bad either. But are you sure you don't worry."



His voice smeared with laughter.



"How many people in the West Bank do you think are in debt to Jongnam?"



"……."



"And how many people are likely to be indebted to Jongnam, not to the shorthand?" I've heard that Hwasan's been touching some money lately, but can you all handle it?"



"This……."



"I am the representative of Jongnam's inner family in the West Bank, and now I intend to collect their debts on behalf of one Jongnam."



"In this way?"



"What's wrong with this?"



Back Cheon's face hardened when the brazen response came back.



"If there's a money problem, it's right for the government office to solve it. How can a man who leads a village in Jongnam settle things in this way over national laws?"



"Hahahaha, that's why all the money we used to clean in the mountains...…."



"…What did you just say?"



Nam Jamyong stared at Baek Cheon, kicking his tongue out of pity.



"Do you think this is the end if they're taken to government offices?"



"……."



"The moment they are taken to government offices, they will be put to death, and they will have to give up all their possessions. I think you've seen a lot of stories about Mokmingwan, which puts people first in the book, but the world is not that easy."



He glanced down at the unconscious.



"If I'm wrong, he'll run to Guan as soon as he wakes up. But think again. Do you think he would?"



When Baek Cheon angrily tried to stand up, Chung-Myung lifted his hand and blocked him.



"Chung-Myung아."



Baek Cheon called Chung-Myung's name in a low voice of anger. Instead of backing down, Chung-Myung rolled up his lips and looked at Nam Jamyong."Do you think this will stop the English from happening?"



"Well, you don't know that."



Nam Jamyong grinned.



"And don't get me wrong. I'm not doing this just to stop the fire. It's just a discussion of human rights."



"It is the duty of man."



Chung-Myung's eyes have faded.



"I don't think it's going to come out of the mouth of someone who's doing this."



"Ha ha. That's your idea. Doesn't it differ from person to person?"



"That……."



"No need to say. I'm not even close enough to talk to you like this in the first place."



Nam Jamyong waved his hand as if he didn't even know it was worth talking to.



At the right time, he groaned and looked back at his consciousness.



"Jutae, I won't tell you much, so I'll pay you back everything you borrowed at Seowolmun by tomorrow. If you can't do that, you're going to get kicked."



"…Mu, Master Moon…….please……."



"I won't say it again."



The man, called Jutae, wriggled his immobile body and begged, but Nam Jamyong only looked down at him coldly.



Then he said to the Chung-Myung party.



"I wish you prosperity in English. I'm serious about this."



Finally, he turned away with a grin.



Mundos of Seowolmun, who had been waiting for him nearby, followed escorted. With their shoulders full of strength, as they began to walk, the crowd rushed to open the way.



Baek Cheon bit his lips.



"…That's a shame."



"Living quarters."



"Huh?"



Jo-Gol approached with a worried face and said,



"This is not normal."



"Huh?"



Everyone looked at his reaction, which seemed more serious than expected. Jo-Gol sighed heavily.



"People are basically afraid of fighters. Nevertheless, there is only one reason why we can live together. This is because they believe that they, the disciples of the prestigious people, never swing their fists at ordinary people without special circumstances."



"…That's right."



"But now Jongnam's inner circle has crossed that line. If this happens, the people of the West Bank will soon be terrified. Originally, if you cross the line in the inner family, the main mountain is supposed to solve it, but Jongnam is in Bongmun now, so it's hard."



"…That's right."



Surely this was no ordinary thing.



The most troubling thing is that money is involved in this. If it happens by force, it's enough to solve it by force. However, power alone does not solve the problem of money.



I'll have to discuss it with the elder for now.'



Determined, Baek Cheon looked back at Chung-Myung in a sudden sense of mischief.



But... he's strangely good at holding it in.'



Normally, Nam Jamyong's head would have been stabbed a hundred times before half of the conversation.



Strangely enough, Nam Jamyong walked back on two feet.



"Chung-Myung아. What do you think...…."



"Living quarters."



"……Huh?"



"Sasook, take the children first. I have a place to stop by."



"Where are you going?"



"Wait at the Arbor Shop. Go ahead."



"Arbor shop? Why all of a sudden...…."



Chung-Myung moved his feet quickly without answering questions. Baek Cheon's face quickly turned pale.



"Hey, grab that!"



In his cry, Hwasan's disciples pressed Chung-Myung without asking or arguing. Chung-Myung began to struggle hard."No! Let me go for a second! Why are you sticking to me when I say I'm going to the dry shop?"



"You're trying to make a mask again! No, man! That's not the way to deal with it!"



"Is there a way to solve this?" You can just go and peel it! If the guy who's causing the problem is gone, the problem is gone too!"



"Oh, well, no way!"



Baek Cheon jumped at the ferocious Chung-Myung and hung on to him.



"If Nam Moon-joo falls down now, who would people suspect? No! This is a no-no, no, no, no, no! Monk Hye Yeon! Don't just look at me and help me!"



"…Yes?"



"Come on!"



Hye Yeon, who was standing at a blank spot, rushed in and pressed Chung-Myung.



"Shi, Shi, calm down."



"Growl."



Chung-Myung glared at Nam Jamyong, who had already gone far away with a beastly sound. The sound of grinding of teeth leaked out.



"Yeah, you're gonna give it a try, right?"



Come on.



Let's see the end.