Chapter 18: Did You Find the Will?

Chapter 18: Did You Find the Will?

Are you deaf?! Get over here right this instant, Grandma!

We went downstairs to find a drunkard throwing things everywhere and making a mess. Next to him, a group of men who should have worn a label saying neighborhood fallen noble on their foreheads laughed frivolously as they teased the women.

H-Heo Il, please dont be like this, youre troubling our guests.

The drunkard was Heo Il, the son of the recently deceased Old Man Heo. In front of him, the manager of the Scarlet Palace, a short middle-aged man, waved his arms frantically, trying to stop Heo Il.

However, Heo Il only smirked and stared at the manager, asking, How long have you been working here, Manager Jang?

More than twenty years. This was my first job, and I havent left this place ever since. But you already know that, dont you?

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Heo Il couldnt be more than forty. If hed known the Scarlet Palace manager for twenty years, then that could only mean that hed been in and out of the brothel since what, six years of age? So that was the kind of guy he was.

Of course. Thats why, you should also already know where that damn old mans inheritance is going, right? Who do you think this brothel will soon belong to? Huh?

Heo Il poked at Manager Jangs forehead with a finger and despicably laughed, Fool, if you wish to continue working here in the future, then youd better stay in line. Understood?

ENOUGH! shouted Madam Son scornfully as she followed us downstairs.

When he saw her, Heo Il ambled over to us, bringing with him the reek of alcohol.

Wow, look what we have here. Grandma, why did you pretend you were absent?

If drinking is what youre here for, then just quietly drink. Why are you making a ruckus?

Huhu, I was just livening up the atmosphere. You got a problem with that?

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Livening up the atmosphere? How dare youthe Scarlet Palace belongs to me!

That was when the old man was alive. Do you still not understand the situation?

Where are my bouncersHEY! Throw this bastard out right away! Madam Son screamed, looking around for the brothel bouncers. However, all of them were either busy doing something else, or didnt want to get into a conflict with the owners son and his fallen noble friends.

Whos going to throw out who? Are you seriously saying that? You, a mere employee, wants to throw out your employer?

Although the issue of the inheritance had not yet been resolved, Heo Il was Old Man Heos only son after all. There was a high probability that the government would eventually hand the inheritance over to him, and Heo Il knew it. That was the main reason why he was being so smug and pretentious right now, even grabbing a random woman by the waist and pulling her into his embrace.

Heeheehee, come here, my little pretty.

Please stop this, Im not a prostitute.1

Are you going to continue refusing me even if I fire you right away?

Tsk I clicked my tongue at Heo Ils dirty behavior. If this asshole takes over the brothel, this business is doomed.

The deceased Old Man Heo might have been a notorious loan shark, but the son was even more trashy than the father. It was no wonder he was disowned. Even with us watching, Heo Il and his cronies quickly became more and more barbaric, pinching food from the other customers and openly sexually harassing the women, even threatening them with weapons if they tried to put up a struggle.

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Mr Constable, are you going to keep standing idly by and do nothing? Ak Yeon-Ho said coldly, even as his eyes burned with flames of rage.

I dont think the government should butt in when it comes to family matters.

For that kind of reason!

But Constable Cheong-Cheon glanced at the swords hanging on Heo Il and the nobles waists for a moment, then continued, It is fine if murim warriors are the ones who stand up for injustice.

What?

Unlike the confused Ak Yeon-Ho, I immediately understood the meaning behind the constables words.

The government never interferes in murim affairs. That means, they will turn a blind eye to murim people who start a fight. Now, see the swords on these bastards waists? We could technically consider them as murim people.

I guess so

Constable Cheong-Cheon nodded expressionlessly, his face seeming like it wouldnt change a bit even if he were stabbed.

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That was basically him hinting that he was giving us permission, so I grinned and told Ak Yeon-Ho, Hear that, Yeon-Ho? As members of the orthodox sects, can we honorably stand by and do nothing as powerless civilians and innocent women are bullied by these thugs?

Of course not.

Finally, Ak Yeon-Ho nodded in understanding. He then charged into the mess, yelling, DIE, BASTARDS!

WHAM!

We left the pale-faced Madam Son behind and walked out of the Scarlet Palace.

Between clenched teeth, Ak Yeon-Ho growled, How could a child say that about his father?

Its all about the money.

Most of the problems humans face in life were, after all, related to money. Some parents would sell their children for money, and some children would kill their parents for money. Even couples who had sworn to love each other forever could become sworn enemies and tear each other apart over money.

The only way for one to escape from the prison of money, is to have a lot of money.

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What makes you think that? You could choose to marry a girl who doesnt care about money.

Youre such a child. No woman like that exists!

They exist! Im sure of it!

Yeah, good luck looking for one, then.

Anyway, my first step to earning loads of money was to pass the entrance exam for the Azure Dragon Academy. To do that, I needed to catch the culprit of this murder case and score myself some bonus interview points.

Hoo I sighed, strolling down the dark streets of the city. Before I knew it, dusk had fallen.

Lets go see the last suspect.

I didnt kill him.

The deceased Old Man Heos bodyguard was a tall and fierce-looking middle-aged man with a very distinctive eye-patch worn over his left eye.

Im pretty sure this guy has killed lots of people over the course of his life. The countless scars he has is proof of that.

I knew that one really shouldnt judge people by their appearances, but this guys looks just screamed suspicious.

If youre seeing this, you are at the wrong place.

Hes also the strongest fighter among our three suspects, being the one and only first-class martial artist.

Suddenly, as if noticing my suspicious gaze, the one-eyed warrior nervously said, Please dont judge me by my face.

Mr Bok Man-Chun, you seem to have had quite the illustrious career as a freelancer in the past.

Freelancers were basically wandering, solo mercenaries. To put it nicely, they were romanticists living by the sword. To put it not so nicely, they were armed hoodlums. Among these freelancers, a martial artist like Bok Man-Chun would be considered quite the expert.

Ill admit that I used to be a freelancer.

Due to the nature of their work, freelancers were often involved in crimes and did all kinds of dirty shit. As a result, whenever a crime occurred, freelancers were always first on the suspects list.

However, that ended when I got married a few years ago and settled down here. Ive since turned over a new leaf and am now living my life to the fullest.

Youve turned over a new leaf? By working for a loan-shark?

I tried deliberately provoking Bok Man-Chun with sarcasm, but all the man did was nod anticlimactically, a wistful look on his face.

I know its not the most reputable job, but as you can see, with a face like this and at my advanced age, its not easy to find a job. Even though I worked hard, I always ended up scaring my fellow workers and then getting fired by my former employers.

It was then that Old Man Heo offered me a job as his bodyguard. He was my benefactor. Why would I murder someone I owed so much to?

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Well, you never knowI also have no guarantee that everything youve told me is true.

Still, if my eyes werent fooling me, Bok Man-Chun was definitely the most honest of the three suspects.

I swear, I would never do anything that would put my wife and children in jeopardy.

Where were you at the time of the incident?

I went straight home after work, and stayed at home. In my contract with Old Man Heo, I only had to accompany him whenever he went out

Is there anyone besides your family members who can confirm your alibi?

I asked Bok Man-Chun a few more questions, and the man answered me with absolute sincerity.

Suddenly, one of the things he said caught my interest.

By the wayfinding the culprit is one thing, but did you find the old mans will? It seems he wrote down the name of the one who would inherit his fortune in there.

Some of the higher-class women in ancient Chinese brothels only sold their craft (singing, dancing, playing of musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, counseling), and not their bodies. These women were much more highly valued as potential wives/concubines (theyd still be bought from the brothels by customers) due to their education, skills, and virginity. The most popular ones were basically medieval pop idols, complete with fan clubs.