Chapter 150: The Bloody Ripper (3)

Chapter 150: The Bloody Ripper (3)

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“Ahahaha! Look at me, getting all excited at my age! It’s probably because I haven’t had guests for ages!” Laughing boisterously, the Bloody Ripper downed several shots of strong liquor in quick succession, humming along with the tunes played by the servants.

Offering another drink to Baek Suryong and the Zhejiang Five Devils seated beside him, he said, “Have another drink, Nephew. You all should drink freely, too!”

“Thank you.” Baek Suryong accepted the liquor and drained it in one gulp. Glancing around, he remarked, “Senior Uncle, your home is truly magnificent.”

“Hoho, you have a keen eye,” the Bloody Ripper replied with a satisfied grin. “It took me five whole years to build this place. There are plenty of empty rooms, so feel free to stay as long as you like.”

In truth, the mansion was so palatial, it was hard to believe it was built inside a canyon. The main hall alone, where the banquet was held, was spacious enough to seat dozens. Shackled at the hands and feet, servants moved about, carrying food and drinks.

Aren’t all these servants martial artists? Have they been enslaved? Baek Suryong wondered. The servants wore scant clothing that barely maintained their modesty, and numbers were branded onto their backs. The Bloody Ripper even called them by numbers rather than names, stirring some of Baek Suryong’s most unpleasant memories.

“Number Seven, go fetch more rice wine.”

“...Yes, Elder.”

Naturally, Baek Suryong, having seen worse in the Blood Cult, wasn’t particularly ruffled. His pampered young students, on the other hand, were visibly disturbed and unsettled.

Noticing the Zhejiang Five Devils glancing at the servants, the Bloody Ripper chuckled. “These guys broke the rules of the Valley of Evil and disrupted order. As punishment, they’re doing hard labor at my house for ten years.”

“Ten years...” Baek Suryong muttered.

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Given the state of the servants, it wouldn’t be surprising if they all died within two or three years. Still, he did not pity them. These servants were scum who had killed innocent people outside, committed all sorts of crimes, and then ran away to hide in the Valley of Evil.

It’s karmic retribution. These criminals aren’t worthy of anyone’s pity.

Of course, that didn’t mean he sided with the Bloody Ripper who punished them.

This old monster just made other villains into slaves for his own convenience.

A place where greater evil rules over lesser evil—that was the essence of the Valley of Evil.

Suddenly curious, Baek Suryong asked, “Senior Uncle, may I ask you something?”

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“Ask anything you like.”

“You mentioned that there are rules in the Valley of Evil. Who sets those rules?”

“Me, of course,” the Bloody Ripper replied with a broad smile. Without a hint of hesitation or shame, he explained, “I settled here thirty years ago with some guys I used to hang out with. After that, notorious villains heard the rumors and began to arrive one by one. I gave them food and shelter, and that was the beginning of the history of the Valley of Evil.”

“......”

The Bloody Ripper had founded the Valley of Evil, slowly gathering villains through his reputation until he had built a veritable army and an impregnable fortress. The reason he was the King here wasn’t just because he was strong—it was because the villains acknowledged him as their ruler.

“The Valley of Evil is my territory and this mansion my castle. Here, my word is the law. Am I wrong? Eh, boys?”

“Not at all! Everything you say is correct!” the other villains invited to the banquet hall shouted in unison, drumming the tables with their palms.

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Baek Suryong scrunched up his nose. The banquet hall was filled with the smell of alcohol, the sweat of the villains, and the stench of blood ingrained in their bodies.

“Hahaha! This is great!” the Bloody Ripper laughed heartily, downing more liquor.

When he finally set his cup down again, he wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and stared at Baek Suryong with a red face and bloodshot eyes. “Well, sometimes there are those who don’t listen, like the Nine Yin Witch, but that bitch rarely leaves her house, so you can just ignore her,” he said drunkenly.

“The Nine Yin Witch...”

The Bloody Ripper’s eyes gleamed strangely. This youngster... even among the villains of the Valley of Evil, his presence is overwhelming.

To ease the frozen atmosphere, he laughed raucously, “Hoho, it seems you’ve been through quite the battlefields. I brought up this subject to liven things up, but instead the atmosphere has cooled down. Look, even I’ve got goosebumps on my arms.”

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t a very interesting story,” Baek Suryong said with an awkward smile.

The Bloody Ripper grinned back. “No need to apologize, Nephew. You know what? I’m liking you more and more. Though... the younger brothers you brought along seem to have guts the size of beans.”

Baek Suryong glanced back at his students, who quickly turned away, their faces as white as sheets. Smirking, he replied, “My apologies, they are still very lacking.”

Eventually, the banquet came to an end. Drunken villains staggered and left the hall one by one, and the servants began cleaning up the mess.

“Everyone, leave. I want to have continue drinking with only my Nephew,” the Bloody Ripper commanded, seeming to have taken a great liking to Baek Suryong.

[Mr. Baek...] Hyonwon Kang looked at Baek Suryong with pleading eyes.

Baek Suryong shook his head, indicating he would be okay. [Go to your rooms and rest. We don’t know what might happen though, so don’t let your guard down.]

[...Okay.]

After the Zhejiang Five Devils headed to their rooms under the guidance of a servant, Baek Suryong was left alone with the Bloody Ripper. For a while, the two of them did nothing but exchange drinks.

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“Here, take it.”

“Thank you, Senior Uncle.”

Having drunk an enormous amount of alcohol, the Bloody Ripper’s face was flushed, and his eyes were half-glazed. Smiling slyly at Baek Suryong, he suddenly remarked, “Nephew, aren’t you quite the good drinker?”

“I’m just too nervous to get drunk.”

“You’re too good for that foolish Junior Brother of mine. I almost want to make you my own disciple.”

“You flatter me.”

The Bloody Ripper stared at him peculiarly, then suddenly held out his hand. “Hey, want to hear an interesting story?”

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The Bloody Ripper’s entire arm turned crimson as he unleashed his signature technique, the Blood Jade Claws.

“Before I mastered the Blood Jade Claws, I was a mediocre, run-of-the-mill martial artist. Although I had outstanding talent, I never had a chance to learn advanced martial arts because I was born into poverty.”

The Bloody Ripper spoke of his past. In his youth, he had been a freelancer who had learned second-rate martial arts at a small village academy, wandering from place to place just to make a living. It was then that he met the White-Haired Demon, with whom he immediately hit it off and became sworn brothers, committing all sorts of evil deeds together.

Later, when he mastered the Blood Jade Claws, he even passed on his martial arts to the White-Haired Demon, so close was their relationship.

“Coming to the Valley of Evil changed my life. I didn’t mention it earlier... but this is where I obtained the secret manual of the Blood Jade Claws.”

“No way! Was it what they call a miraculous encounter?”

“Hoho, yes, a miraculous encounter. But that’s not all.” The Bloody Ripper lowered his voice and said, “The legacy of the Blood Cult is hidden in the Valley of Evil.”

“The Blood Cult... you say?”

Baek Suryong’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly at the unexpected revelation.