Book 4 Chapter - 13

"It's gonna be fun. I'm glad you're not going to play me though.

Come to think of it, didn't you promise to win Samsung with someone?"

It was a tiger who knew and asked.

"Why would you ask if you knew?

Are you afraid I forgot?

Don't worry, I'm not forgetting.

By the way, ohhhhhhh! The weird feeling about that guy rising out of his chest...

What is this? Is this called "Sangryun for the Peer"?

I think he's closer than he used to be."

Ryu-Yeon smiled once and put on an exaggerated look.

"They say that illusion is freedom, and madness is freedom.

They'd hate to see you over there."

Hyorong said as if he was scolding.

"Well, there's nothing I can lose.

Then let's look forward to the next class."

Ryu-Yeon was also unbeatable in her brazenness.

"Well, the class must have started already.

This class is a lecture by the labor and management of the Volcano Bicheonmun Diary.

I don't have a good feeling about you, but if I don't get in soon,

We might cut our heads in 36 pieces.

Come on, let's go."

Ryu-yeon heads to the next class with their group except Mo Yong-hwi.I hurried my way.

Hasein, a member of Kowloon Middle School, was embarrassed in broad daylight as everyone looked around in the hallway.

Ryu-yeon went to the salinity again that evening.

This time, he did not wield a red spirit of his own mourning.

The reason why my left eye turned blue again like last time was because of the extreme specification.

But even if you've refrained from radical behavior, you've never had any respect before.

It couldn't even rise and fall.

So the salinity reception of Master Ryu-Yeon is curt.

There wasn't.

"Oh, my God."

"Do you really need a reason for the master to visit his student's residence?"

The words "master" wriggled the firm shoulders of salinity.

The inner dissatisfaction was expressed slightly on the shoulder. Salinity is still in my mind.

You are not accepting that fact. The psychological state of such salinity is not at all.

Ryu-Yeon, who didn't have it in mind, said. What he needed was a disciple.

If you don't listen, I was willing to punish you with a hawk.

"Give me your business."

After meeting again in a short period of time, Salinity seemed to feel worse.

The mouth sticking out was like a whining child.

Ryu-Yeon said with a smile at his completely out of place.

"How are the operatives these days? Is it worth teaching?"

The purpose of today's visit was also in the operations.

When the story of the fabrication team came out, the expression of salinity changed a lot.

He looked like he didn't hate it.

"I taught him something, and it was worth it. It's well-established.

The potential for improvement is great. And I've never had a hard training before.

I'm sure I've received it, but I'm good at following most difficult classes."

This was the most praise for salinity.

I've been a salinity who's always liked to be alone and was extremely reluctant to be tied down.

He didn't seem reluctant to teach them.

In addition, it was killing two birds with one stone that could resolve the accumulated complaints.

"Who wouldn't do that!"

Ryu-Yeon said, twirling.

"Whose priest are you?"

The salinity of Ryu-Yeon, who still doesn't know the relationship between the operations, is his...

I couldn't understand what you said. In a strange silence, Ryu-Yeon's fingers...

The index finger of the salinity also turned to his chest.

"What? Me?"

Smiling gently, Ryu-Yeon nodded.

The eyes of the salinity gazed with dismay.

What are you talking about?

"I'm their master, so of course I'm your priest."

For a moment, the salinity was shaken by a brain-blank shock.

"I can't believe it."

As soon as I was so shocked, I couldn't continue to talk. That's how much Ryu-Yeon's

The impact of the bombshell on Yeomdo was huge.

A barely relieved salinity looked at Ryu-Yeon with blank eyes.

"What nonsense are you using this time?"

He's still unhappy about being embroiled in a ruse and becoming a disciple of Ryu-Yeon.

It was shaped, so the words of salinity were wild.

"Well, let's just try to talk to you.

There's a reason why you can't make it, so there must be a reason.

It's a secret to them anyway.

Because they don't know."

It was a salinity that suddenly occurred to me that I might blow it out in defiance of Ryu-Yeon.

I can't help but fold my thoughts and shove them into the trash can.

There wasn't.

"If you do, tell them all about the fact that you're my disciple.

I'll throw it away. You should know that.

Oh, I can see the way they like it.

Now that I have such a great death penalty.Don't you think so?"

"Darn it."

Salinity's face crumpled like a piece of tissue.

Ryu-yeon's threat was the most feared threat in the world as a salinity.

I couldn't have the courage to have another heart in my dream.

"Of course."

It was a reluctantly answered salinity.

"By the way, how about Junho?"

Ryu-Yeon is not only a manipulator, but also a Japanese apricot sensitivity patient, Yoon Junho, who has been treated for the disease.

There was a history of passing it on to Yeomdo for an excuse.

But I didn't seem to forget it yet.

"You mean that weird rash guy?"

Ryu-Yeon nodded at the salinity's return. In this world, in the state of sclerosis,

Human beings with a rash of plum blossoms throughout Murim Palhuang.

There couldn't have been more than him.

When Yun Junho talked about it, Yeomdo shook his head.

"It's still a long way off."

"I can't believe he's on the verge of a prosecution, and he can't even carry out a plum blossom test.

In my life, I can't help but be ridiculous.

But now, I'm good at unfolding the Whirlwind Black.

I've gotten a lot better. "

Salinity also seemed to be fed up with Yun Junho's absurdity.

In that case, even he, who has a strong bone, has never encountered it before, is ridiculous.

It would have been a job.

"Really? You seem to have gotten a lot better these days.

You may need to push harder."

"Until when?"

"Until, of course, we get out of the range of scents and reach a higher level."

Of course Ryu-Yeon said. But I don't think there's anything in it.

The problem was that it wasn't simple or easy.

The salinity's face was slightly wrinkled.

"Is that even possible?

It's more difficult than turning him into a volcanic wave writer."

Even with salinity, he seemed to think that it was impossible.

Salinity's opinion was just as negative.

"Let's give it a try.

I started this as a joke, but now I can't give up halfway.

As I said before, the fear of death is just around the corner by corner,

You may be able to overcome the symptoms."

"It certainly does work. Last time you were on the brink of death, you were on the verge of rising.

He's been using plum blossom.

By the way, what's your business?"

"Oh, what's happening today is that tomorrow we're going to have to get the men we've been working on into the field by the beginning of Shinshi.

They want us to put them together."

"May I ask why?"

The salinity returned to Ryu-Yeon's sudden instructions. So far, the work of the lieutenants has been...

It was Ryu-Yeon who left it to Salinity and didn't interfere.

"Oh, as a master's reason, the weakening of the minds of his disciples.

It's heartbreaking, so I can'"

The salinity grumbled inwardly at Ryu-Yeon's grinning words.

What do you mean it hurts? Add eight layers of steel plates.

I couldn't agree more that Ryu-Yeon's heart was hurting.

It was salinity.

It was Ryu-Yeon's words that were absolutely unreliable.

"Does it make sense if you can't beat the weak ones of the Blue Dragon Squad?"

"Of course not!"

This was a totally sympathetic part, even in salinity.

The ones he teaches, the ones he teaches the bingo kids.

Losing was neither there nor there should be.

Miraculously, Ryu-Yeon and the mind of salinity...

It was a consensus.

"The same goes for me.

We need to increase the intensity of the training."

"If that's the case, let's do it immediately."

This was both salinity and welcome. But these days, on days,

Every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every day, every dayFor the manipulators who are reduced and whose bodies are not remaining,

It was nothing short of a death sentence.

"Oh, and I know they're ambassadors who've never even met me.

That's what I know.

Please keep my identity a secret."

Finally, leaving the salinity home, Ryu-Yeon urged anew.

The salinity of Ryu-Yeon's terrifying threats, as well as the faithfulness of his instructions.

Will carry out. He's the one who's got his most obvious weakness.

Because it's Ryu-Yeon.

"Finally a reunion."

My heart was pounding for the first time in a while.

A pleasant excitement enveloped his whole body.

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow."

"Ryu-yeon recited, melting all over in the moonlight. Now in his head,

Hundreds of different recipes are rife with delightful imagination.

It was a fact that only he knew in the world.

Reunion with the disciples

Salinity kept her promise.

Now Ryu-yeon is in front of the fake crew, not the face of the human being, as predicted last night.

I stood still.

And he was looking at his disciples with emotion.

It was the first time to meet this close since we broke up at Amisan Mountain.

Finally, all 16 of the marquis gathered, and Ryu-Yeon loitered around.

Walked out and stood in front of them.

"Who are you?"

When a person I saw for the first time poked around in their dedicated soft armour, Dang Chul-young, who was worse than him, asked.

Ryu-yeon, who glanced at Dang Chul-young, who asked as if he was displeased, declared.

"It's our first time, isn't it?

Nice to meet you.

I'm your big brother."

The operatives blinked at Ryu-Yeon's absurd declaration.

Ridiculous consternation made their eyes round.

What's this? It's like a dog eating a ghost's seed or something?

Ryu-yeon's self-introduction caused the operatives to question their ears.

And once again looked over their past.

However, no matter how hard I think about it, when did I see such a face of death penalty in the past?

Besides, they didn't have a secret past.

For some reason, it's a thick-sleeved black clothing with loose bangs.

I couldn't even recognize the outline of my face properly.

Judging from the smooth jawline that you can see through the cracks in your hair, it's metaphysical.

It didn't look like a face.

But he was also a figure that I couldn't remember.

In addition, absurdly, the mark on the sleeve must have been a freshman.

They are already in the third grade.

Whatever went wrong, it was clear that it was far wrong.

Then there is only one conclusion.

"Crazy!"

They shouted in unison.

It was a natural reaction.

I've never seen a guy like that, like a third-grade kid who just got into the Chunmu Academy.

I can't believe I'm in front of you.

"Death penalty." And you're calling for a metabolism.

There was no way they wouldn't be angry.

It was a natural reaction for Ryu-Yeon's unidentified charlatans.

"What do you want?"

There's not a shred of respect, and he's always used sarcastic, pretentious honorifics.

Ryu-Yeon was also thoroughly consistent with them from the start.

"Crazy, you're out of your mind.

Where are we? How dare you do that?

Is it safe to say that you have that much confidence when you're acting up like that?"

It was the irascible old school who first came forward and criticized Ryu-Yeon.

Seeing other people blushing, he seemed to feel very different.

"Of course."

Smilingly, Ryu-Yeon replied.

There's been a lot of growth in a while.

Should I say my liver is swollen?That's why I told you to take care of your health.

Anyway, the results were the same, so it didn't matter.

"Oh, you look confident.

Then show me the evidence, you cheeky bastard."

No-hak never dreamed that this one of his words had voluntarily dug his grave.

"Evidence?

Are you so curious about that?

Then I'll show you!"

Ryu-yeon's index finger pointed to old school.

"And you!"

The place where the fingers turned again was where Dang Chul-young was.

"Come here!"

Ryu-yeon's index finger flicked inward.

The attitude of looking down on old school and Tang Chul-young.

The unpleasantness of themselves being laughed at stimulated the nerves of the two.

Labor school and Dang Chul-young were furious at the same time.

"Dude!"

Like an angry boar, the two shouted in unison, but it was Nohak who ran to Ryu-Yeon first.

The hot-tempered beggar just rushed in, forgetting about joint operations with Dang Chul-young.

I said let's break that cheeky habit in a second.

And I didn't think it was necessary to borrow Dang Cheol-young's hand to help him.

The illusion of old school is that it can save Dang Chul-young by covering all the disasters in its own hands.

It's become a standard.

Nohak prepared the Gangnyong Sinbo, which he had honed and polished, and rushed to Muyeong Shinbo.

It is no exaggeration to say that no one has been safe under his own boss for the past half year.

Ryu-Yeon, he thought, could not be an exception.

But the presumption of old school quickly went awry.

Caught up in Ryu-Yeon's simple hand gestures, the center of his new body is disturbed.

Then a dull shock hit him in the chest in a blink of an eye.

Ryu-yeon's part of the story hit him in the chest.

The pain was great, though Ryu-Yeon struggled to the point of death.

"Gasp!"

The old school's mouth burst into screams.

And it was ridiculous.

"Tsk, it's been almost half a year and you can't stop this.

What the hell have you been playing with all this time?"

Ryu-Yeon has been training for half a year at a time for the operatives.

It was completely blanked out.

They will be convinced only when they see results.

"It's quite a long way off.

What's the use of being so easily provoked by others?

This is the punishment."

In an instant, dozens of fist shadows Kwon Young flooded the entire body of old school.

It was an ignorant attack with no rules or laws.

"Stammering!"

With hundreds of leather balls exploding, the body of old school gradually rose vertically.

"Well, well, that is!"

The mouth of the members of the operations team who were watching opened wide.

Labor and operatives have been told that this is what happens when you're subjected to some ruthless attack.

I knew it like hell.

It was an extension of the name of fear imprinted deep into their bones.

How to strike three times.

That cursed ignorant fear has come back to haunt them.

They wished this was a dream.

However, the sense of the ball, which was deliberately pinched hard, has betrayed their expectations and complained of pain.

I felt like blaming God.

Why me?

The consciousness of old school faded away.

It was already the second time.

This robbery, this echo, above all, this familiar, awful feeling!

"Half a year ago, you forgot your lesson at Mt. Ami, why did you go out like an idiot again?

Is this all I can learn and understand lessons?'In the freezing sensibility and distant consciousness, the old school lamented and feared.

In the meantime, the number of mounds has increased a lot, which may reduce the pain, but the pain has remained.

The sensation he felt in fear and despair half a year ago, right now...

I'm just tasting it again.

Moving incessantly in blurry vision.

Ryu-yeon saw Mukryonghwan in his hand.

Finally, presbytery finally laid the strings of consciousness.

The marquis looked at the flying old school, bleeding with astonished eyes.

Half a year ago, at Mount Ami, they saw the same scene.

I had tasted it in a terrible fear.

The name of the shudder that I can't forget, the 'Samsaegwon Act'.

The cursed martial arts have reappeared before their eyes.

Last summer, at Amisan Mountain, I made a demonstration of old school.

merciless martial arts driven in.

The pitiful sight of old school flying back, spouting blood like a red mist.

Finally, let's take a look at Ryu-Yeon's sparkling inkstone on his wrist.

There was a master's word that crossed their minds.

"When you meet your ambassador, treat him as if he were the incarnation of this master.

Meet him and you'll see at a glance that he's your ambassador."

As Master predicted, they were recognizable at a glance.

The Mukryonghwan he was wearing was clearly different from the plain Mukhwan they were wearing.

Moreover, it was the same item as Mukryonghwan, which was always worn by the master during the Amisan camp training.

He stepped up to the front again, sprayed the mist, and glanced at the fallen old school.

Ryu-yeon once said, looking back at the manipulation team.

"I think we've given enough evidence now.

Anyone else have a problem?"

There couldn't have been any more complaints.

How dare you have such an idea of getting windfall!

Everyone looked contemplative at Ryu-Yeon's question and hurriedly shook their heads from side to side.

For his disciples (now priests) to insist that Ryu-Yeon still has insufficient evidence.

I was sincerely willing to provide evidence again.

"Why are you still doing that?

Do you want to get hit?"

"Oh, no, it's not."

Dang Chul-young, who looks weak out of the blue.

It was completely unlike him, but now was not the time to argue about it.

He was grateful for the old school that rushed in first.

All the members of the fake operation shouted in unison.

"Nice to meet you.

I'm honored to meet you. Big brother!"

Cold sweat flowed down their foreheads and backs as they greeted loudly.

In fact, Ryu-Yeon's insistence on metabolism, unless it's a direct death row relationship.

It could be said that the language is absurd.

But the shadow of Master Ryu-Yeon was too dark to ignore.

Moreover, the aftermath was as scary as the compatible mama.

"When you meet your ambassador, think of him as a master and follow him."

Before leaving, the master's words suddenly popped into their heads.

"That would be good for your health."

And the master's last words.

In the end, as the master said, it worked out.

They suddenly felt like crying.

And Ryu-yeon, now their ambassador, admonished his priests.

"The ambassador is like the master, you understand?"

"Yes, Ambassador!"

Sixteen operatives answered in unison.

Ryu-yeon, who proudly proved himself with behavioral mechanics, looked round them.

He gave a satisfied smile.

It was a touching reunion between master and disciple.

Only then did the salinity, which was being watched from afar, come and look around and say something.

The operatives were once again baffled by his words."Looks like we've already said hello."

Greetings?

These days, a series of processes that involves punching a man like a dog on a dog's day and then putting him in a pile of sand.

You're saying hello, aren't

"Let me introduce you formally. Say hello.

It's your metabolite, Ryu-Yeon."

Ignoring the old school sprawling like a dog on a dog's day.

Salinity officially introduced Ryu-Yeon.

The operatives were curious.

They're the ones who can't even get the salinity.

Are you aware of Ryu-Yeon's

"How do you know the death penalty?"

Nam Gung-sang represented them and asked their questions.

"Because it's a non-death sentence."

I think it's already showing some dignity.

Ryu-Yeon was very pleased.

"Didn't I tell you?"

Ryu-Yeon, who knows what's going on, knows what's going on.

It almost made me laugh.

But a smile that's trying to squeeze out to make it work.

Swallowed inside.

"I've been deliberately silent,

In fact, I know your master from the days of Mount Ami."

"Yeah?"

"Can you do that?"

The statement of salinity to the operatives was nothing short of a bombshell.

How can salinity know their master from their Amisan camp!

"Even though Kang-ho is wide, the bond of relationship is entangled in him.

How can I put it in words?

Your master had asked me to do something new."

With the emphasis on the word "New Order," the insidious gaze of the salinity of the marquee crew...

It flew towards me.

Everyone had chills in their spine. Something didn't feel right.

"If you make me weak, I'll kill you.

It's a horse."

"Yeah?"

It was a bolt out of the blue.

The master, who was relieved to think that it was over.

They were still holding on to them.

"So I made a pact.

By all means, I want you to beat the Blue Dragon Squad.

I'm going to make it up."

It was a salinity that emphasized "what numbers".

As if to say that that is the point.

Everyone was out of their minds and didn't have the energy to talk.

I felt like my mind was bleached as white as white hair.

The testimony of the salinity has been confusing about Ryu-Yeon'sincere.

The authenticity certificate was stamped with a stamp of reality.

Furthermore, the guarantor was a salinity, a man of the world.

A figure no one could ever ignore, he was well qualified as a guarantor.