Chapter - 185 Episode 185. Oh my god. What's going on? (5)

This is the Dead Sea.

It may not be known from the world, but from the saints, it can be said that the prestige is a place that reaches the sky.

Rude of rudeness to knock on the door of a closed shop late at night. There are only two kinds of people who would do such rudeness in this church.

One is those who are so urgent to trade that they are looking for a top spot even at the expense of disrespect. And the other one is...….

'Those who think nothing of disrespecting the neighborhood.'

The former could be anyone, but there was only one person in the world who could be the latter.

"Who was it?"

"That's……."

Jo-pyeong could guess who the visitor was from the servant's slightly blurred voice.

It was then.

Suddenly, the outside began to make a fuss.

"Don't come in."

"Please wait. You can't go over there freely."

Jo-pyeong's face has hardened.

Perhaps his guess was right.

Now, of all things.

Feeling that things were starting to get mixed up, he jumped up from his seat.

"Take the guests to the guest house."

"Yes!"

Jo-pyeong walked quickly and opened the door.

Sure enough, I could see a crowd of servants and a few people pushing them in.

Only three.

Three men, who didn't seem to be old, were walking leisurely through numerous servants.

Green uniform.

And a little bit of black and splashing hands.

Looking at those two things, anyone who eats kalbab in Gangho will have no difficulty guessing their affiliation.

"Stand back!"

"Yes, Lord Sangho!"

Only then did the servants rush from side to side. As the road opened, the three approached with relaxed faces.

"I'm meeting the Dead Sea Company."

When the person in the lead won the lottery, Jo-pyeong faced each other. And soon he opened his eyes wide looking at his face.

"Aren't you a party association?"

The leader was Dang Jan, one of the small men of the Sacheon Danga.

'Dang Jan. "The fifth son of the Four-Cheon-Danga, the LORD'S son."

If he is the fifth son of another faction, he is no better than a leper from power.

However, the price of Sichuan is different. If your blood dominates everything, and you are the fifth son of a householder in the Sacheondang family, where everything is inherited by blood, you are at the heart of power.

Although he is not yet in an important position because he is young, he is likely to become the center of the party's family in just 10 years.

Such a man suddenly broke into the Dead Sea at this late night.

Jo Pyeong's face turned dark.

I don't think you're here for a good reason.'

When no significant answer came back from over there, Jo-pyeong quickly beat up.

"It's an honor to meet your heroes. However, I'm worried that you might be negligent in treating me because you came here without any news at this late night."

It was to blame for coming in the middle of the night.

But Dang Jan just smiled as if he liked it.

"I was disrespectful because my sense of prosperity didn't subside. So don't blame us too much, merchant."

"……did you say Hoseungsim?"

"Yes."

Dang Jan glances to the back of Joe's review. Recognizing that he was looking inside the hall, Jo-pyeong hurriedly changed the subject.

"Let's go inside for now. I'll have a cup of tea first.…."

"I was told that Lee Gong-ja of the Dead Sea Society, who went to a faraway place to ask for learning, has returned."

The critic bit his lips at the rudeness of Dang Jan, who interrupted him.

'You mean the news is already in the party house?'Jo-Gol was back only half a day ago.

Even though this place is a castle, the news is already in their ears. This showed how completely the party was in control of the saints.

"Isn't that so?"

Jo-pyeong's eyebrows wriggled at the words of Dang Jan, who poked in slightly.

"Yes, I am. My unsavory son has just returned home."

The commentator did not easily say anything else, but waited for Dang Jan's words. It is necessary to understand what their intentions are to come here.

"Haha, Confucius Jo-Gol, the naturalist of the Dead Sea Commerce, was a coveted talent in our party. So when the Lord of Sangho sent Confucius elsewhere, the Lord was deeply saddened."

When the word "go away" comes out, Jo-pyeong wince.

'Not good.'

Referring to family liquor means that this is not just an event that took place by their hitting.

It means that it is the will of the party that they came here, although it should not be said openly.

"That's why I'd like to check."

"Did you say confirm?"

"Yes."

Dang Jan smiled broadly.

"As far as I know, Confucius Jo-Gol was introduced to Hawasan. Isn't it so?"

"……yes."

"That's why I'd like to check it out. I didn't want to come to Dangata and learn martial arts, and what did I get back from entering Wasan? Wouldn't our disappointment go away when Confucius returned with great learning?"

"……."

Jo-pyeong bit his lips gently.

'I knew this would happen one day, but I don't think you'd be so...….'

Most of the influential children in the church go into Dangata and learn about Dangga's martial arts.

Of course, core poison and cancer techniques never teach. Only Mr. Dang can learn the vision of Dang. Even a girl with a dang surname cannot learn vision for fear of a vision leak.

Only the male members of the Tang Clan can learn the cancer techniques of the Tang family.

In other words, it means that those who are influential in Dangata should learn only clumsy shells for years.

The party's nonsense prevented all influential members of the church from devoting themselves to martial arts. Thus, it makes the party rely on the party and instills a sense of belonging to the party.

As such a process has been repeated for more than a hundred years, the party has taken full control of all the shops of the saints.

And Jo-Gol refused to join this.

- Why should I be a scarecrow?

And the comments were also tacitly supportive of that opinion. I wanted to prevent my son from becoming a puppet of the party.

However, if it is sent to a influential faction outside Sacheon, it is clear that it will incur the anger of the party.

So after much consideration, the place I chose was Wasan.

There's nothing to turn the mood of the party house down, and in the past, he had his own reputation, so he could develop his ability if he did well, and above all, a place far from Sacheon.

It was just the right place for Jo-Gol.

"As you know, the place where my child started is in Wasan. Hawasan is a literary group who has fallen in name and reality. I just sent the sword there because the child loved it so much."

"Haha, I know. I know, but...…."

Dang Jan's eyes got a little cold.

"Hwasan's downfall is a bit absurd. Isn't Hawasan's reputation now ringing the Dead Sea?"

"……Huh? What's that……."

"Oh, my. It's because the merchant is so late. Now the reputation of the Hawasan faction resonates throughout the midfield. Among them, the names of Hawasan's three great disciples, Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong, and Baek Cheon and Yoo-Esul, are constantly on the lips of the middle class."The criticism shook my eyes.

Of course it would be an exaggeration. Now they're here to pressure themselves.

But aren't the names that Dang Jan recited perfectly consistent with those who came with his son?

'Even if it were Danga, we wouldn't have been able to figure out the identity of all the people in this short period of time.'

Then it would be true that Jo-Gol's name is spreading in the river, if not as much as they say.

"Especially..."

Dang Jan's eyes glow with both interest and vigilance.

"I've heard that Hwasin Dragon, the late leader of the world, has come here. I dare not compare myself to its reputation, but how can I not visit the saints when they have the highest rank?"

Yes?

Hawaiian dinosaur?

'That's a very big name.'

Jo-pyeong also knows that all those with such a grand name are great powers. And he thinks there's only one person in there who fits that name.

"Do you mean the Baek Cheon Society?"

"Hahahaha."

Dang Jan laughs as if he is absurd.

"Sang Hoi-ju? Are you sure you want to come out like this?"

"……what do you mean?"

"I don't know if you've been traveling between Unnam and 40 million and neglected the information in the midfield, or if you're trying to deceive me."

"Fraud, how could that be?"

Dang Jan, who was looking at Jo Pyeong's eyes, nods. He failed to find any signs of deception in Jo's complexion.

"Well, that's great. That's not the point right now. Anyway."

Dang Jan put it bluntly.

"As a party, I would like to meet the disciples of Hawasan who visited the saints, so could you please call them? Of course, it includes the parents of the commercialism."

Jo-pyeong's eyes slightly turned back.

What should I do?'

As a person who lives in Sacheon, especially a saint, the request of the Tang family cannot be ignored.

But now here, Hawasan's disciples were Jo-Gol's private elders and guests of the Dead Sea Society. To put precious guests in front of a party house showing their teeth was something that should never be done.

Jo-Gol won't be too persecuted in the face of commercialism, but others don't know what will happen.

As a critic who knows the fear and rigour of the Sacheon Party better than anyone else, he had no choice but to think about it.

"I see what you mean. But it's too late today, so why don't you come back tomorrow?"

"Haha, you're already in bed. The students of Hawasan seem to be very lazy."

"I've got a lot of travel sickness……."

"Sang Ho-ju."

Dang Jan suddenly lowered his voice.

"It's a party event. Are you saying that you're going to interrupt the party's events?"

"No way."

Jo Pyeong's face turned to earth.

Anyone who knows what it means to go against party prices in the church will have no choice but to react like a commentary.

Dang Jan is grinning.

"This has unintentionally become a form of persecution against Sang Hoi-ju. I apologize."

"Oh, no."

Dang Jan looked behind Joe's back and said.

"Hwasan's disciples seem to have no pride. I'm sure you can hear my voice, but hide behind the Dead Sea Chamber until the end...…."

It was then.

"Hey, hang in there, hang in there!"

"This is Sichuan, man! Don't let the long writer get in trouble like that's...…!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yes?

Suddenly from the inside, a loud shout began to burst out. And soon.Bang!

The door rises to the sky with a strong noise.

Oh my god!

Seeing the door right next to him, Dang Jan blinked and raised his head.

I'm the best.

A young man with a bottle in one hand blows a bottle and soon wipes his mouth.

"Are you drunk?"

That looks like a drunk.

Meanwhile, Dang Jan did not miss the plum print on his unclad chest.

He was about to open his mouth with a curious face.

"Who are you to barge in at night and pick a fight?"

"……Huh?"

"To f*ck you."

"……."

Dang Jan was the most absurd thing I've ever heard in his entire life.