Chapter - 668 Episode 668. Why apologize when I'm the owner? (2)


Yang Kyung's body flinched, spouting blood from his nose like a fountain.

The minds of those who had been staring at the scene for a long time began to come back.

What did I see?’

'...Oh, my God.

an iron fence fence

Although it is not very famous throughout Kangho, it has its own reputation in Honam. The Cheongbaek faction, where he was a gatekeeper, was by no means negligible.


At once?

No, wait, you just kicked a person in the face, didn't you?’

"The iron fence is that easy?’

"Ee, is this okay?’

A man cannot dare to argue with his faults when he sees something so ridiculous.

The fact that Chung-Myung struck the iron fence and that he was the most famous master in Hwasan, but opened the door to the visitor of Hwasan Sinryong, blew away the absurdity of the viewers.

"Hey……, you crazy…"….”

Jo-Gol stuttered and opened his mouth as if he couldn't speak well.

Behind him, Hwasan's disciples couldn't say anything and looked at Chung-Myung, but his eyes shook.

"That crazy guy.’

'It's Chung-Myung. You really hit me without looking back.’

What the hell is he eating to make him like that?’

At least the other disciples could end in dismay, but only Jo-Gol couldn't.

"Oh, no...No, you crazy...….wow…...really…….”

Chung-Myung said nonchalantly, watching Jo-Gol suffocating.

"The death penalty."

"Huh? Huh?"

"Expel him now and sprinkle salt on him."


"Bad luck with the party. Tsk!"

Yes, Chung-Myung. I agree emotionally and completely.


"You can't kick someone out as a guest! You son of a b*tc*!"

"The guest is a b*tc*! I've never received anything like that as a guest!"

"No, you know what's going on and beat it! How come you always move your feet before your head, you son of a b*tc*?”

"I'm sure you've been talking rubbish. I'm listening to that crap, it hurts my ears."

That's right! That's what he did!

But that's...…. Wow…….

"Bba, apologize quickly!"


"If you beat up a customer, you owe him an apology! If you're the master, of course!"

Chung-Myung looked at Jo-Gol with a look of 'What's this new nonsense?'

"No, I'm the owner. Why are you apologizing?"

"They're here to celebrate the creation of the Heavenly Union!"

"No, so he's the one who came to celebrate, and I'm the owner, so why would I apologize?"


I had no idea where to start and how to explain it. In the end, Jo-Gol, who couldn't speak, just stood there blankly. Chung-Myung once again said calmly.

"You're a guest, you're a fool, you're a loser."

To be honest, Jo-Gol wanted to clap. It seems like a clear stream of Shimsan Yugok flows from inside my throat.

But isn't he the one to take care of the situation and not the one to enjoy it?

"Hey, you can't do that anymore!"


He said with a blue face.

"They're here to celebrate the formation of blindness! Then you have to treat him well and send him back.….”


Chung-Myung tilted his head as if it were really weird.

"Isn't the death penalty stupid?"


"We're the leaders, so why are we looking at each other?"

“…….”Chung-Myung distorted his face.

"No, I wouldn't have made a blind man if I were to be self-conscious. If that's the case, we'd better just do what we want in Hwasan! I'm stronger because I made a blind eye, so why should I be self-conscious? It's a blind man made to beat up all the guys you don't

What? Is that really why you made it?

No, even if you made it for that reason, you shouldn't have said it in front of so many people, you crazy!

"If you're in trouble, just kick it! Kill them all!"


I thought I already knew. No, I thought I knew enough.

But sometimes, quite often, I realize it.

'This guy's more crazy than I can imagine. It's very crazy.’

I couldn't tell if it was really thinking and moving or if it was thinking after moving. The problem is that it is scary to say either way.

"Turn it off... Turn it off...….”

At that time, the iron fence Yangkyung, who had been stuck on the floor, stood up shaking.

No matter how small and medium-sized the gatekeepers are, it does not make sense that the gatekeepers of Ilmun were kicked away by the three great disciples. But now not only his disciples, but not everyone, are surprised at the fact.

Hwasan Sinryong is the one who beats the shaman's elder in the first place.

"Ee…… profit!"

Yang Kyung groaned, clutching his bloody nose.

It was fortunate that he could not see his face. If you had seen a large footprint bruise on your face with your eyes, you might have fainted.

"You... you d*mn it!"

He stared at Chung-Myung with blood in his eyes. People around me swallowed dry saliva as if they were going to rush into it.

However, the person who received the look did not seem to think so.

"What's wrong with you? Don't you open your eyes pretty? Just!"

You're a primitive man. No matter how hard I look at it, he's not a master.

Please do something! Please!

Yang Kyung-eun clenched her teeth, suppressing her anger. Just by looking at his trembling fists, I could easily guess how much aging he is enduring now.


He shouted as if he were exasperated.

"Is this how Hwasan treats other clans? This?!"

Chung-Myung's eyes twinkled again at his cry.

"No, but is he really going to die?"

"Hang in there, Chung-Myung! No more!"

"You son of a b*tc*, if you beat me more here, there's no turning back!"

"Get him! Get him!"

The disciples rushed in and grabbed Chung-Myung and hung out.

"Let go of me! Let go of me! Come on!"

Hwasan the Dragon, who roars as if to run straight out, and his students hanging over him.

It's a normal routine in Hwasan, but everyone who's never seen anything like this before has no choice but to doubt their eyes.

Wasn't this a provincial family?’

'At this point, Tae-Sang-no is going to turn around, too.’

Wasan Shin-ryong had that personality?’

But why does a weasel hang on to a man?’

It was a moment when the reality of Hwasan, who is now the most famous Munpa in the world, and Hwasan Sinryong, who is expected to come to the world's most famous posthumous index, was revealed to the world.

"No, let it go. I won't. I won't!"

"And then you're gonna beat it!”

"When did I ever say I wouldn't beat you? Did I ever say that in one word?"So many, you son of a b*tc*!"

"Oh, yeah?"

Yang-kyung, who looked at the amount of the Hwasan disciples were doing, couldn't resist aging and shouted out loud.

"Are you playing games with me?"

With the thunderous voice, the disciples of Hwasan looked back at Yangkyung.

"I will deliver what I have today to my strong men! Wasan persecutes the powerless! I'm a warrior enough to persecute people who came to celebrate.”

Chung-Myung smirked.

"Do it."

"There's no point in regretting it! I will never accept an apology!"

"I told you so."

"I repeat, never...….”

"Oh, you don't understand me!"

Chung-Myung looked up.

"Do whatever you want, man! Who stopped you?”


Yang Kyung flinched and lost his horse. At this point, I thought I would fold it a little bit and come in, but I was embarrassed because I was talking loudly.

What the hell is this guy?

If you have any thoughts, you can't help but know how much trouble you've caused now. A person who makes a mistake with blood on his head is bound to realize the aftermath of what he has done and shrinks.

But isn't he getting even more angry at what he's done, instead of shrinking?

"Ee, can you handle the aftermath of this?"

"Why are you worried about that? It's up to me."


"He's a very kind person. Why are you worried about our work? And if you're going to be so nice, you should be nice! Why are you pretending to be nice now, abominably. I'll drain the blood out of your big head!"

My my.

Chung-Myung has gotten a lot nicer. I can't believe you're not waking up.

"It's done, so get out of here. Do whatever you want to do."

Things rarely went as planned, so Yang-kyung looked back for help. It was to gather public opinion from the people gathered here.

However, those who made eye contact with him turned a blind eye to him. Like I don't want to be involved anymore.

'Oh, no...' Why?

Aren't they the ones who raised their voices on his side a little while ago? But why do you look away like this now?

This was because Yang-kyung overlooked one fact.

Those who gathered here already felt the power of Hwasan. But the reason they were able to raise their voices a little while ago was because there was an assumption that Hwasan would never come out of force on them, even for face or events.

But the guess was a clean kick from Chung-Myung.

Hwasan is not already a small clique on the island.

In terms of force, it may not yet be as good as the old file room, but in terms of influence, most of the old file room's doors were incomparable.

What kind of clique in the world can make the two clans who dominate Sae-yeon bend their heads?


When the situation turned unusual, Yang Kyung-eun, who was cornered, clenched her teeth.

"Then, can I say that Hwasan is protecting those who are not the gatekeepers of the Middle East, but those who are not new?"”

Then he took out his secret weapon.

If you are a civil servant in the middle of the country, you will not be able to answer this easily. This can be fatal to Munpa's reputation if it starts to be said that Munpa in the Middle East protects those other than Saepa.

However, the answers that followed were completely out of line with the expectations of the two Koreas."So what are you gonna do?”


Yang Kyung's eyes trembled.

"So, now, Hwasan is...….”

"No, he's been asking me something clear for a while now. What have you done for us? Do I have to protect you from the bing and the beast?”


"What's the big deal? Tell me one more time in front of me that you're a barbarian. I'm going to peel the skin clean!"

"Yee, you're a piece of shit.….”

"What, no? Ha, that's a good word. Do you want me to show you what I've done?"

Hwasan's disciples, who had loosened up a little, were stunned again and stretched out holding Chung-Myung.

"Ah! Don't keep messing with him!"

"Ji, I can't see you're not supposed to do that now!"

"Run! Hurry!"

Hwasan's disciples, who understood that stopping Chung-Myung in the first place would not give an answer, shouted urgently at Yang Kyung.

It was at the time when Yang Kyung was confused, not knowing what to do.

"What's going on?"

With a low voice, the middle class quickly split from side to side. Then Hyun Jong walked out slowly along the road.