Jinyang Gon was by no means stupid. Rather, he was on the very clever side. If he were stupid, he wouldn't dare to cheat against the gold inspection department.
And he knew exactly what he was in throughout the run.
There is little way to escape safely.
It was a fluke right now, but considering their tracking skills and martial arts, they have no choice but to be caught before half a day even if they run until their power outage bursts.
There would be a way to give up running away and wait in the right place, but this would also be just a fluke in the end.
Fortune never comes many times.
I've already re-attached my neck that had fallen due to one stroke of luck, but you're aiming for another? That's not something even a fool would do.
After all this thought, Jinyang Gon eventually gave up running away. Instead, he found the only way he could survive and put it into practice.
Hong Moil Island, the ark owner of the iron imitation room, looked at the bundle of vouchers on the table with strange eyes.
"I mean…… take this and protect you?”
"Yes, my lord."
"Hahahaha, you rat."
Bansong burst into laughter and soon rose from his seat.
"Those who don't know who they are are are destroying the golden sword and chasing you, so you want us to protect you from death? You've been playing tricks on me at the gold inspection department a while ago?"
Jinyang Gon said, swallowing dry saliva. I stuttered a little because I was nervous.
"Uh, yesterday's enemy could be today's companion, right? If the benefits are mutual, it shouldn't be...… wouldn't there be!"
"Benefit? Benefit? Yeah, that's true."
said Bansong, twisting his lips.
"But I think we've already benefited enough. Why do I have to protect you when the money is here? I'll just take this money and give it to you."
Jinyang Gon looked at the song with trembling eyes.
The Sapa bastards, you're going to ruin."
But he was also expecting this to happen.
"Drag it out!"
"This money isn't everything!"
The iron-mimic turned his head and looked at Jinyang Gon again, as if he had lost interest.
"Ee, this money is only a part of it! If you protect me, I'll tell you where I hid my money."
"How dare this con man negotiate with me? Didn't you think I could find the place by turning your back on it?”
"Do you really, really need to?"
Jinyang Gon said, wiping the sweat off his face.
"They'll be there soon. If you defeat them, I'll definitely tell you where the money is. It would be faster for them to arrive than for me to be tortured and open my mouth, so do you really need to go to such trouble?"
Bansong burst into a blank smile as if he was dumbfounded.
"You seem to have your own head in your head, but you only know one thing and you two don't. I can beat them and peel your skin off. How dare you think you can negotiate in the same position as me?"
"No, my lord!"
Jinyang Gon quickly lay flat on the spot.
"How dare I try to negotiate with the ark! It's just that the little guy begs for a life-line.""Well."
Bansong still frowned at something as if he didn't like it.
"Go ahead, ark."
Another voice interrupted from the side. The lightning immediately turned and asked.
"Do you have anything to say?"
"He's a bungler. I don't care what he does, but...…I'm interested in those who are after him."
"You mean them? But this place is...….”
"It doesn't make sense."
One of the people sitting at the luxurious table grinned.
"But they don't always make sense. Especially in that area of activity. There's nothing strange about where it suddenly appears, whether it's the south or the north of the Middle East."
"……but from the island to here…"….”
"You don't believe me?”
Beonsong was startled and shook his hands.
"No way! How dare I doubt the ladies."
The man says, scratching his chin.
"If we're right, we might catch a big fish."
Then the man next to him opened his mouth.
"You can't do things without checking if it's what the defeated want."
"What a stupid thing to say. Then capture him alive. Take him with you! Then the loser will take care of it."
"Let's wait and see. To see if there's really a big fish coming.”
The man who finished his words chanted.
"Use your men to get ready."
"Okay, but......the gold inspector's job is...….”
"There's nothing to worry about."
The man waved his hand as if not to worry.
"We keep the deal very clear. There's only good and bad in work."
And added in a slightly soft voice.
"I understand how the ark wants to clean up now that the gold inspection department is in chaos. But the confusion doesn't really mean anything to us. As soon as things get sorted out, the male spears will belong to the ark.”
"Of course I believe so!"
The iron woolen cloth glowed and groveled. The man scratched his jaw and was lost in thought.
'Hwasan the Divine...….’
I'm laughing in vain laughter.
"I can't believe a big man who's interested in losing appears in these places like this. I guess I'm lucky.’
I felt like I had found a jewel while I was picking up the ears. I'm on my way to pick up the ears, so there's no fool who's not picking up the jewels and leaving them behind.
Let's see. Is it really Hwasan The Dragon?'
A smile fell on the man's lips.
Chung-Myung made his way to the large citadel in front of him with neither slow nor fast steps.
Yoon-jong looked back at Baek Cheon with a stiff face.
"Sasook, this is...….”
Baek Cheon nodded slightly to signify that he understood what he wanted to say.
It's a different level of work than going into gold inspection.
They did not visit the Department of Gold as enemies. Of course, there was a conflict due to the overlapping of minor misunderstandings, but that much can be resolved somehow. If the government explains the situation and gives proper compensation, the gold inspection department may not take issue with it. There were no casualties.
But where they're headed now is nothing less than a steel carrier. It's the realm of Sapa.
There is no way that things can end well by going into the main body of the Sapa. In all likelihood, you will see blood.
So will they be the only ones to pick up the pieces?
"No matter how Safa is, it's not a good choice to go in without any justification. At least…."
"I know, Yoon-jong."
Yoon-jong shut up. Baek Cheon sighed as he stared at Chung-Myung's back."I know, but I can't stop it."
"Let's go. If you can't stop me, you should at least support me. I don't know what's wrong with him, but there must be a good reason."
Yoon-Jong looked at Chung-Myung's back with worried eyes.
Certainly, it was quite different from what it had been like leading the enemy in front of it.
Even since he injured his shoulder a while ago, Chung-Myung has been acting as if they were not around.
I'm sure I'm talking as short as usual, but I felt a sense of incompatibility as if I felt a sense of incompatibility.
Maybe that's why the current situation feels more disturbing.
Baek Cheon no longer looked back. He just looked at Chung-Myung's back and said in a steady voice.
"It's not faith that you believe only after you understand all the circumstances and consider right and wrong."
"If you don't trust him, trust me."
Yoon-Jong nodded. Then Jo-Gol and Yoo-Esul took a step forward. As if they were already ready.
When Dang-Soso, who had fainted and tied the three swords tightly, stepped forward, Baek Cheon moved straight behind Chung-Myung.
In the meantime, Chung-Myung approached the main entrance. Then, the guards in front of him looked at Chung-Myung with cold eyes.
"What's your business?"
Chung-Myung, who was lowering his head, raised his eyes slightly and faced them. At that moment, the great men flinched and retreated without realizing it.
'What are your eyes...'
They are the warriors of the Iron Man.
A position in a safa is to win and win. They, who belong to the Iron Man, have fought not a few battles, and have killed not a few.
That's why I could tell intuitively.
How dangerous the owner of this gaze is now.
"One guy who's been running away would have gone in here. Is that right?"
There was no answer. It's just that their eyes slightly changed.
The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth rolled up.
The huge iron door was broken into pieces, and those guarding the door were bleeding out.
Chung-Myung, who made a huge fuss, casually walked inside as if nothing had happened.
What Chung-Myung saw as the dust that had risen gradually subsided was the warriors of the iron imitation waiting in a row as they had already known it would come.
Those who looked at this side in a ferocious manner with long iron bars in one hand felt more like soldiers than fighters.
Chung-Myung looked at them silently.
Just in time, Oh Gum, who followed, stood with his back supported.
Chung-Myung's mouth opened still.
"Give me the guy who just got here. Then I'll just go back."
Chung-Myung's cold eyes swept through everyone.
A black plum sword was slowly pulled out of the sword. The scintillation flowing from the coroner's body was really cool.
"I have no choice but to see blood."
With a ridiculous presence, the soldiers lined up like soldiers held their breath without realizing it.
The number of people gathered here is about 300 or more.
More than three hundred people are now unable to breathe properly due to the influence of only one person.
At that moment, the front angle behind the square in the center opened violently, and the wire-mimicking ship lightning walked out."How dare they say this is...….”
Chung-Myung's gaze slowly turned to Beansong.
"Yes! I'm Hong Moil Island, the ark of the Iron Mimicry!"
"There must be a rat crawling in here.”
Bansong smirked as if he were laughing loudly.
"Well, I can only see six rats in my eyes."
As expected, Chung-Myung's eyes sank darkly when he didn't give it out.
Oh, my god!
At the moment, a half-moon-shaped red sword was released from the end of Chung-Myung's sword and flew to Beonsong.
The devastating speed of lightning hastily lifted the spear.
Kaga ga ga ga gga!
As soon as a spear full of history hit the sword, the sword scratched his spear and shook.
Wood, wood, wood!
The wrist holding the spear twisted as if it were going to break. Bansong twisted the spear with a scream.
At last, a deflected sword headed forward, and the brush shot up into Ho Gong, splitting everything apart.
I looked at Chung-Myung with a white face of lightning, whose face was covered with sweat at once.
"What are you doing? Catch them now and kill them!"
The ironmimics shouted and charged at Chung-Myung and Hwasan Ogum in unison.
Holding onto the sword, Chung-Myung stared coldly at those who rushed toward him.
Oh, my god!
His sword swung like an island war and spewed blood. Before those who rushed in could react, the sword penetrated them and blood spurted in every direction.
Those who collapsed had a spasm of blood.
It was only a number of days. The spirits of those who tried to rush sank as if they had poured cold water on them.
"I'm not in the mood for a joke today."
Chung-Myung, who hung his sword, moved forward.
"From now on, the man who stops will die. There's no warning now.”
The air of the iron imitation began to cool down.