Chapter - 702 Episode 702. Who's the son of a volcano? (2)


Sang Man-hee, who had been thinking for a while, soon erased the ridiculous thoughts that came to mind.

Jongnam, freeze to death!

That lofty old file room disciple is crazy, he's gonna show up like that...…. Huh? It's a beggar, right? Well, do you happen to....

No, let's not open the door.


Sang Man-hee coughed loudly.

Jong-nam is now in a state of mourning. Of course, the news may not have been heard so far, even though it has been unsealed in that time. However, why would you come all the way to this far south window when you let go of the gate at most?

So it's never gonna be Jongnam.….

"Is it you?"

Then the monster asked with his eyes glistening. Sang Man-hee flinched and looked alternately at Jinyang Gon and him. Then, he clearly got a sense of whose side he should take and raised his voice.

"You punk!"

Of course, Jinyang Gon's face was also embarrassed. But who wouldn't be embarrassed by this situation?

It's frustrating to see such a strange man break through the gate. I'm sure you've moved on.

"How dare you make a fuss here! Who do you think is here?"

"I know."


"I know. I'm here. I mean, I heard there's a guy from the Hwasan tribe here.”

"Even though he knows that!"

Sang Man-hee shrieked red and blue.

"The guy who knows the Wasans doesn't know how scary they are?"


Then Chung-Myung's head slightly tilted.

"You know what the Wasans are like, don't you?”

"Of course!"

Sang Man-hee looked scary.

"What kind of place is Hassan? The gatekeeper who won that shaman's hand and sat on the throne of the great heaven and earth!"


Chung-Myung's lips twitched slightly.

"That's all! He defeated the armed forces of the wicked bayonets and defeated Jokssado Yoppyyong, the monster of the Sapa, and his hands and feet, the enemy."Why are you laughing?"

A little shaky Chung-Myung's hand turned toward his face.

Then he dragged down the corners of his mouth hanging below his ears with his fingertips.

"Hmm. Why does it keep...….Hahaha!"

Sang Man-hee looked at him with a disappointed face, thinking that he was a stranger than he thought.

"Stop it!"

"Protect the rich!"

At that time, soldiers of the Geumgeombu, who came over the low wall from the left and right sides of the inner gate, rushed like lightning and blocked between Sang Man-hee and Chung-Myung. 순식간에 수십의 검이 Chung-Myung을 겨누었다.


Chung-Myung은 그 꼴을 보고 혀를 찼다.

“하……. 나도 진짜 많이 착해졌다.”

옛날 같았으면 그의 앞에서 검을 뽑는 순간 정사마를 막론하고 염라 곁으로 보내 버렸을 것이다. The Great of the Underworld must have been saying, "Did he send you again?"

I can't believe the day has come when I see the swordsmen right in front of me.


Chung-Myung became so nice that he couldn't understand why everyone was so impatient.

Isn't that right, the death penalty?

Did you sell your conscience beforehand, you son of a b*tc*?

……Well, your mouth is getting rough.

Did you have a little argument with the new aristocrats in the lineage?….

"Phew. That's enough."

It was a moment when Chung-Myung tried to lift the sword while looking through the warriors of the gold inspection department.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

"It's not too late! I don't see blood yet!"

"Get him, get him for now!"

It was noisy in the back, but the same beggar, Hwasan Ogum, ran and stood surrounding Chung-Myung's everywhere.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

"No, why are there so many Mundos?"

"You scared me not to hurt me.""……I just opened it."

"I just stabbed myself."

Breathless Baek Cheon, Yoon-Jong, and Jo-Gol looked at Yoo-Esul and Dang-Soso.

The three shook their heads with a smile at the sight of the two men raising their chin proudly.

"Well, anyway...….”

Baek Cheon cleared his throat and stepped in front of Chung-Myung.

"Do you have the gold inspection department?”


"It's a pleasure to meet you. We're from Hwasan."


"Yes, I look a little ugly, but I've been rushing all the way from the island to here, so please excuse me."

Baek Cheon's voice was indeed serious and imposing.

"I heard that there was someone impersonating Hwasan's student here. Whatever the reason, it is impossible to call yourself a disciple of Hwasan without asking permission from the home. If you cooperate with the extradition of sinners, Hwasan will not forget this."

No one would doubt it if Baek Cheon had said this. You may have been mesmerized by the sweet and imposing spirit.

But unfortunately not now.


"That's right."



"With that look?"


Baek Cheon coughed little by little, covering his mouth with his fist.

"The appearance is just an appearance. We're just...….”

"Of course I agree with that. But……."

Sang Man-hee chinned back of Baek Cheon with a sullen face.

"As far as I know, Hwasan is a consultative fingerprint…….”

Baek Cheon's eyes followed Sang Man-hee toward the back.

Like a scarecrow that collapsed behind the broken door, I could see the golden swordsmen scattered all over the place. It was almost fifty, not one or two.

Baek Cheon, who was briefly speechless, opened his mouth awkwardly.

"……This needs a little explanation…"….”

"Oh, my God!"


"Which consultative fingerprint suddenly breaks into other people's gates, knocks down the Mundos, and calls for them to leave! The Wasans I know are not the people who would do this!"

Look... I don't know what the Hwasanites are like, but in the Hwasan I know, it's normal.….

"You bastards must have come to play tricks on those imitations!"

"Mimicry? Steel imitation?"

Sang Man-hee burst into anger and gritted his teeth.

"It's a trick to take your Hwasan disciple and stop him from asking for help! You think I don't know?"


Chung-Myung, who had been listening, unknowingly punched his palm.

"That's plausible."

"Hey, you son of a b*tc*! What's so plausible!"

"It's because you've been picking on me since the beginning!"

"You have to get in trouble!"

"Yes, you should be scolded!"

Sang Man-hee frowned at the beggars, who suddenly started flapping among themselves. It was then.

"My lord!"

Yoon-Jong, who was the only one who was into the fight, said, looking sideways at Sang Man-hee's poor wife.

"You're being fooled. The man in there is not a disciple of the Hwasanites! We're really Hwasan's disciples!"


"Yes, I am."

Sang Man-hee stared blankly at Yoon-jong and asked back.

"Let's put ourselves in a different position."


"If you were in my shoes, who would you consider to be Hwasan's disciple?"

At the end, Oh Gum all pulled his head out towards the inside and saw Jinyang Gon.

Wearing a neat white suit and a conduit, he looked like an orphaned monk.


Nodding their heads, they made eye contact with each other.

The eyes of the death penalty, which has been with him for a long time, conveyed his heart. Their faces were greeted with a bright and pleased smile.'Not this one.’

I'd be fooled, too.’

'Yes, even the writer is being fooled.’

This is a mistake in the first place.

Sang Man-hee kicked his tongue when he saw Hwasan's disciples laughing awkwardly.

Where the hell are these frivolous things...….’

Not only was Jinyang Gon a glimpse of the dignity of the master, but his dignity as a noble man was revealed in every act. On the other hand, these guys do as much as a backstreet lorry.

Even a three-year-old child wouldn't find it difficult to tell who was Hwasan's disciple.

"No need to say! I dare you to come into the Golden Discipline and pay for the disturbance! What are you doing?"

Then Chung-Myung grinned and spoke triumphantly toward the death penalty.

"See? I told you. It doesn't make sense.”

"It's because of you! You son of a b*tc*!"

"When did you say it? Say something like that for once! Please, Chung-Myung!"

With his shoulders shrugged, Chung-Myung looked at Jinyang Gon beyond Sang Man-hee.

"Stay there, you son of a b*tc*."

When Chung-Myung, who turned his neck loudly left and right, stretched his hands, Ogum naturally filled his left and right.

But his face was full of anxiety. He had to be ready to fight instinctively, but he couldn't erase the feeling of wiping off innocent people.

Yoon-jong asked Baek Cheon in a hurry.

"Is it okay to do this?”

Then Baek Cheon replied with a solemn face.

"Think about it, Yun-Jong."


"You've done it anyway. But if we miss that impersonator here, we'll have an accident, and we'll get nothing."


"If you're in trouble, you've got to get something. Let's get him first! We'll find a way to patch things up after that!"

Yoon-jong, who was speechless, felt skeptical for a moment.

Is it really okay for this man to be Hwasan's writer?

"What are you doing? Overpower him now and kneel before me!"


Mundos began to narrow the siege against the Chung-Myung group. Sang Man-hee kicked his tongue.

Although the outsiders were horribly beaten, they were foreign warriors to the extent. The real power of the gold inspection department comes from the internal warriors here now. In addition, the elders of the gold inspection department, who have been running late, are joining one after another.

Now it was clear that even if they were real Hwasan disciples, they would never win.

Sang Man-hee, who thought the results had already come out, turned his body around and went inside.

Jinyang Gon was waiting for him in the same pose as the first time. Seeing him sitting in a chair like the first time in this absurd situation, the word "true prince" came to mind automatically.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance."

"Ha... ha ha. Don't mention it, my lord."

"I'll deal with it soon, so please wait a moment."

"I feel like they've come to me, but I'm dealing with them myself...….”

"What do you mean! Do you need a cow's knife to catch a chicken? We'll take care of them, so don't worry."


Jinyang Gon glanced outside with a small smile. Then, Sang Man-hee quickly swallowed his saliva while his head turned slightly turned.

I'm going crazy.

What the hell are they doing, all of a sudden they're impersonators or crooks?

'We have to run as fast as we can.’

His plan has already gone awry. If they are obsessed and have to face-to-face situations, there could be a bigger setback."My lord."

"Yes, stamp."

Jinyang Gon smiled leisurely as he looked at Sang Man-hee full of trust.

"As it is most urgent to request reinforcements from Hwasan, I would like to move on."

"Oh, would you? But you don't have to confirm who they are.…?”

Jinyang Gon shook his head with a determined face.

"Paris is always twisted for those who gain fame. There's no end to dealing with one another."

"Oh, my God!"

He rose from his seat with a bunch of slips.

"If we put the communication in now, we'll get an answer within three days. Then let's talk again."

"Yes, well, I look forward to your kind cooperation…….”

It was then.



I thought I heard a scream that didn't sound human, but something empty flew in and was thrown into the table between Jinyang Gon and Sang Man-hee.


Datak literally smashed and scattered everywhere. At the same time, the expensive teas were also shattered and scattered.

"This…… This pathetic…"…. Huh? Four, three-Elders?

Sang Man-hee, who was about to lose his temper by throwing beggars here, was stunned at the sight of a man who collapsed with a bubble in his mouth.

Samjang-ro, a master who is recognized by the gold inspection team, was wiggling with his eyes open. My legs trembled as if they had become very rigid, and it was a truly horrifying sight.

"…The Three Elders…….”

Sang Man-hee, who realized that the situation was going wrong, raised his head. And…….



Finally, Chung-Myung stepped into the wreckage.

"Here we go, you son of a b*tc*. reinforcements from HWASAN!"

His lips, which smirked like hell ears, leaked fresh white steam.