"It's noisy outside, is everything okay?"
Baek Cheon grinned at the question.
"Nothing's going on."
Hwasan's disciples glanced at the tightly closed window with suspicious eyes.
"It's chip particles!"
I didn't mean to hear them, but their trained hearing was able to accurately capture the sound of a person's words mixed with the blizzard.
Nothing's going on here!
Face-hardened Jo-Gol looked straight at Baek Cheon and said.
"Nothing's definitely going on.”
"Yes, I need to get some rest. I'm tired today."
"So am I."
It was the time when the two people looked at each other and laughed.
"Bring in the ice sword!"
"There! Don't miss it!"
I kept hearing urgent shouts from the outside.
But at that moment.
Hye Yeon stood up and quickly approached the place where she had gathered her things.
Then he took something out of the way and headed to the window.
"What are you doing, monk?….”
Everyone opened their mouths blankly looking at Hye Yeon. He was meticulously clogging between the windows with a cloth pulled out of his luggage.
"Amitabha, I have to go to sleep, but I shouldn't be so noisy."
Yoon-jong looked back at Baek Cheon. And I asked seriously.
"Should I turn off the lights?"
It was Baek Cheon who fully realized that they were Hwasan's disciples and their companions.
"Ooh! I'm so pissed off!"
Chung-Myung, who kicked the person who pulled out the sword and rushed at him, got angry.
It was cold, so I didn't check and came down a bit, and I was wondering if there was someone down there.
"What a rotten blizzard!”
It's a blizzard and the whole world is empty, but I can't even see the white guys walking around...….
Chung-Myung's eyes caused a momentary earthquake.
Wait. The whole world is white?
His gaze slipped down.
It's very dark.
This must be very noticeable.….
"There's that black guy! Get him!"
"It's hard for your hands and feet if you have a bad head."
I didn't think that was my head.
Of course you can see it when you're wearing dark clothes in a blizzard. No wonder all the bingos were wearing white clothes.
But no matter how fast you regret it, you'll be late.
Chung-Myung threw away the meaningless thoughts and looked around with his eyes fluttering.
I'm gonna have to get out of here for now.’
If Baek Cheon hadn't closed the window anyway, it would have been too much to go back to where it is now. So somehow running away quickly...….
It was then.
With a frightening noise, a blue sword flew toward Chung-Myung, cutting through the blizzard.
He's a bit of a pushover.….
"Oh, my sword!"
Chung-Myung, who had been searching his waist reflexively, rolled sideways in astonishment. I just remembered that I left my sword for infiltration.
"Is it too cold to forget? I keep forgetting."
Considering your age, you should worry about dementia rather than forgetfulness, but your body is young anyway.
'No, I'd rather be glad.’
If he used a sword reflexively, he might have been suspected. Anyway, he should never be caught coming from Hwasan.
" Surround yourself!"
Warriors of the Binggo surrounded Chung-Myung. The fiercely aimed swords clearly showed their determination not to miss it.
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue and twisted his neck left and right.I was surrounded, but I wasn't particularly embarrassed. In the past, it used to be a daily routine to cut dozens of people under siege. Rather, it felt like old memories were popping up.
'It was a wild ride back then.’
It felt like a 10-year-old body would go away if I count all those f*cking machinists.
Chung-Myung sighed deeply inside, reflecting on his memories. And he looked at those who surrounded him with weak eyes.
What did they do wrong?
You have to deal with him in moderation and get out of here...….
One, it was then.
"That black suit!"
One of the encircles, who appeared to be the head of the group, shouted, staring at Chung-Myung with sharp eyes.
"Is he from the school?"
"What the hell did you think of when a Christian broke into this place?"
Blood slowly began to rise in the eyes of the wide-eyed Chung-
Did you just call me a demon?
"No, but this bastard?"
Strange bone sounds echoed in Chung-Myung's fist. Those who heard the sound flinched reflexively at the mysterious creep.
Chung-Myung's voice leaked very slowly.
"You guys…… You don't seem to know much about…"….”
The eyes revealed between the masks began to turn upside down.
"There's something a person can say to a person, and there's something he can't say.”
But you said something you couldn't say.
You're all dead, you bastards.
Chung-Myung, who turned his eyes open, ran madly at the warriors of the bingo.
"…is this a foot?"
"I think I got it in my head."
"No. It's an elbow, an elbow. Elbow unconditionally."
Hwasan's disciples were inferring the situation with excitement, listening to the sound coming from outside the window.
Dang-Soso, who looked at the death penalty with mixed feelings, brought up words that no one could bring up.
"…is this really okay?”
Baek Cheon looked at the youngest with a smile on his face.
"It can't be okay."
A drop of sweat ran down Dang-Soso's cheek.
"Then... shouldn't we do something?"
"No matter what?"
Baek Cheon shook his head with a face that was all laid down.
"Why are you doing this when you know everything. How can anyone stop him from causing trouble?
Yoon-jong, who was listening next to him, nodded as if he was sympathetic to Baek Cheon's words. Baek Cheon said in a serious voice.
"This is a natural disaster. People can't stop typhoons."
"There's still a place to avoid typhoons."
"He does, too."
But Dang-Soso had no way to stop him from sweating.
A Sichundang native, she knew very well how a mess in another clique could lead to a great deal of work.
Imagine an unidentified man breaking into the Sichundang and beating a man in the middle. It was something that would remain even after the party turned upside down.
What the hell is Chung-Myung thinking about?’
No, does he have an idea in the first place?
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
"I'm on board."
"Oh, I don't want to imagine it."
Hawasan's disciples looked at the window, fed up with it.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Chung-Myung, who opened his eyes, climbed on the fallen snow field and punched both sides.
"Gyo? Gyo-oh?" Say it again, you son of a b*tc*!"
You think these bastards are they're crazy.
Masogyo?Hey, you bastards, if I were a demon, I would have broken through the grave with three turns in the air.
But what about me?
Oh, my dear.
Chung-Myung's eyes were completely turned over, leaving only white whites.
"I've never heard such a curse in my life! Hey, you son of a b*tc*! I'm also a person who lives with all sorts of swear words in my mouth, but I kept the minimum amount. How can a person swear so badly at a person!"
The force transmitted from the spinning waist was perfectly loaded into the fist. Chung-Myung, who completely delivered the power and turned the jaw of the fallen person, boldly fired a series of blows.
"Die! Die! You're dead, you son of a b*tc*!"
The head of the beaten person turned sharply from side to side.
"Well, that crazy guy!"
"What are you doing? Come on!"
The warriors of the bingo, who had forgotten that they had to attack because they were so embarrassed, suddenly came to their senses and rushed to Chung-Myung.
Then Chung-Myung saw those who rushed with their eyes wide open.
As he stood up, leaving his fallen tooth alone, he grabbed a sword flying toward him with his bare hands.
The cold chill poured into the fingertips, but it didn't matter a little to Chung-Myung, who was burning like lava.
The blade broke in one fell swoop.
When the sword full of history was broken, Musa opened her mouth wide with her eyes torn eyes.
You can't imagine holding a sword with your bare hands, even breaking it?
Does this make any sense?
But his ideas didn't last very long.
Oh, my god!
It's impossible to think of a man who has a regime in his chin. Chung-Myung, who blew a warrior with a single blow, looked around like a prey-seeking beast.
With the craziness in their eyes, the warriors of the Bingo took a numerical advantage and unwittingly flinched back.
"……Ma, is that a demon?"
No, but are these bastards real?
This is what the people in the middle know about, you bastards!
It doesn't look like that to me either.
"Oh, why are you coming out at times like this! Get in there!"
Screaming Chung-Myung rushed forward and began to knock out the warriors.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fighters, who were punched and kicked in the ribs, screamed and flew away through the swirling snowstorm.
"What the f*ck is he...…!”
The Bingo Warriors did their best, but Chung-Myung said why he was a Hwasan rabid dog...…. No, I was proving perfectly whether it was called the Hwasan Divine Dragon.
But it was just then.
"What the f*ck is he?"
The door of the tightly closed bingo opened wide. And the warriors began to stampede out.
Chung-Myung, who was driven to the tip of his head, turned his head in a frightening mood and confirmed the scene. The body, which had been on a rampage all along, flinched.
He smiled as he quickly swept through the people who came out.
The ones that are popping out now were different from the men patrolling outside. The real elite of the Bingo was flaming out like a flock of ants.
Come on, you can't do this.
I'll do it when I'm angry.
Let's go, rabbit!
This is enough of a mess, so we should get out of here before the problem gets bigger.
You can't die in this mess!
Quickly scouring the surroundings, he found a gap in the siege and rushed.
As soon as Chung-Myung rushed in, the warrior of the Bingo freaked out and stretched his sword reflexively.But Chung-Myung's hand moved gently. Then he lightly pushed the side of the sword that stretched toward him.
The sword bounced to the side as it flew. Digging into Musa's wide open chest, Chung-Myung rammed his shoulder right into his stomach.
The warrior's mouth opened wide.
Chung-Myung grabbed his shivering shoulder without breathing. Then he quickly turned, switched positions with him, and kicked his body.
Chung-Myung, who floated into Ho Gong with a kick kick, began to fly out of the Bingo in the wind.
"Good-bye, you bastards!"
Oh, of course I'm not really going.
It was the moment when Chung-Myung giggled and flew away.
Go, go, go.
A small sound of pogong grazed my ear. Chung-Myung looked back.
The white pillar-like tension was flying at a tremendous speed from the entrance of the bingo with a throbbing sound of a spinning spinning wheel.
Ice vaccine kidney?’
An athlete representing the North Sea Ice Palace, and an ice-bag kidney called the insidious craft of the sun.
The tension was now flying straight towards Chung-Myung. Even at a glance, the energy was not ordinary. It's too much to handle without any clothes on.
With his brows slightly frowned upon, Chung-Myung turned and instilled a history of both hands. But he soon flinched and quit.
"Oh, no! No!"
I tried to reflexively demonstrate every Hwasan number, which stands out to anyone.
There's a blizzard, and if the red petals fly there, you won't need to check it out.
'Oh, why did you make all this art work?'
Chung-Myung changed history with an irritating face.
Soon there was a turquoise in his hand. Instead of every Hwasan, he pushed up his history and hit the flying kidney.
"Oh, my God!"
As soon as he came out of the door, Solchon Sang, who blew the ice bag kidney, bit his lips with a single sound.
This is because the masked man, who collided with the Bingbaek kidney in Ho Gong, bounced off to Ho Gong like a pebble hit by a hammer.
"You've been shot in the kidney, and you won't get far! Come alive before you freeze to death!"
Warriors of the Bingo ran out with their eyes wide open.
Solchon Sang, who was watching the scene quietly, frowned quietly.
You're saying you ran away using my history?’
"He's got a swollen liver. I don't know what it's like."
There was a fishy smile around his mouth.
However, he also didn't know who the masked man was now flying away.
Unfortunately for him.
It's the first anniversary of the return of Hwasan.
I will continue to change my soul and life.