Chapter 193 The Billionaire’s Secret

Chapter 193 The Billionaire's Secret

Static.
The noisy atmosphere of the room had fallen into silence.
The two eyes of the Berserker Zongping shine with a keen light.
‘It’s him! It’s him! The iron flow!’
Let your clothes speak for themselves.
Symbols embroidered with white thread on black fabric.
It is an embroidery unique to the White Check, depicting mountains in simple lines.
There is only one other character in literature who can wear a black and white color scheme like me.
I may not recognize the face, or anything else, but I know it.
As Zong Ping and the rest of the Xilang Dormitory assumed that it was the Iron Liuhun, Bunsha confirmed his identity with a polite greeting.
“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Iron Gate.”
As if drawn by the sound of his voice, Chulhuen glanced toward him.
A blank stare.
That’s when the owner of the restaurant greeted him with a big smile.
“Ahhhh, Iron Gatekeeper? Iron Gatekeeper of the White Sword Gate? Ahhhhh! I’ve heard your name so many times in recent days that my ears are burning. Welcome to our shop. We’ll treat you well!”
He was very excited that the subject of the chapter was here.
He ordered his food and headed straight for the empty table across the room.
Bunsa, looking at me, said.
“I have a conversation to have with Iron Moon Lord, so I’ll leave you to it…….”
Then he turned and walked away, muttering to himself.
“Hooray, I have an excuse.
I’d rather sit with Chulryuhyeon than face to face with Jongpyeong, the bad guy.
Tight.
Zong Ping deepened his gaze and tightened his grip on the goblet.
Offense.
He immediately realized that Bunsa was making up excuses to leave.
‘That’s the same……! You’ve run out of party line.’
My stomach was in knots.
One of them asked me why I was sitting there, and I thought it was ridiculous, so I just sat there and watched them.
On the one hand.
Thrill.
My heart leapt a little.
Hoseungjiwall.
As an uninitiated member of a powerful clan, and as a member of the Sapa clan, he was driven by a competitive spirit to see for himself the ineffectiveness of the Chulyu Hoon, which was only rumored in the world.
‘It’s probably not as powerful as it’s rumored to be…….’
Jongpyeong smirked as he poured himself a drink.
Maybe there’s a good opportunity here.
The city is now filled with people from all walks of life in the Murim.
That’s why even the smallest squabbles attract attention.
If I could showcase my skills in front of all those eyes and ears……, my notoriety would rise several notches in a single bound.
It’s the body that holds on.
It’s okay to lose.
You just don’t want to suffer an ugly defeat.
Oh well, just increase the name value.
‘The Blue Scarlet Sword and all, Foot. ‘It’s a false rumor, and no one would be foolish enough to believe it, but since he’s here at the right time, let’s …… take a peek at the right time.’
At that moment, Chul Ryuhyeon, leaning back in his chair, spoke up.
“What is it?”
As he approached his table, Bunsa flinched.
“Ah, yes. That’s…… to join the Iron Moon Lord…….”
“Why?”
“…….”
Bunsa paused, glanced behind him, and lowered his voice to a whisper.
“It’s because I don’t want to see him sitting there.”
“What the hell.”
“…….”
“Tsk. Annoying.”
“…….”
“I’m not a little girl like you.”
“…….”
He’s just saying that out loud.
You have a very straightforward personality.
Hagiya, if you look at your challenge to Master not too long ago…….
Just as Bunsa was about to say something to that effect, Chullehorn clenched his jaw and glared at him.
“Well, that’s honest.”
This means you’re allowing them to join.
“Thank you.”
Bunsa, head bowed, quickly stuck his ass in.
This is followed by an ironclad question.
“Are you here alone?”
“Yes. As you know, Master has limited mobility, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to use…….”
“Well, I can get to yes if I want to.”
“…….”
“He said he didn’t necessarily want to see it.”
“Old? Ah…….”
Bunsa was perplexed.
No.
I was impressed.
You’re talking as if you’ve been there and seen it all and heard it all.
He’s an amazing man.
I don’t know how someone with such a small age difference can have such a deep and big heart.
I’m exaggerating when I say that I feel like a transcendent, all-seeing eye on the world.
“I’m surprised, how did you know that?”
“I just know.”
In response to Chuliuhyeon’s sarcasm, Bunsa repeatedly stuck his tongue out.
“Hmm…… Yes, that’s right, that’s what you said, Master.”
“He had a hunch.”
“Yes?”
“The consequences of inaction.”
“……!”
“Your instincts are probably more accurate than anyone else’s. I’ve been in the pocket of a probate officer, and I’ve seen my power firsthand.”
Suddenly, Bunsa realized.
The meaning behind Master Doyun’s words.
-Go and see for yourself. The true power of the Iron Stream. It will probably be a good study.
It meant that the winner of the battle was already decided, so focus on the process leading up to the outcome.
‘So you were convinced from the beginning, the victory of the Iron Gate.
In other words, it means to see with your own eyes how much the presence of the iron flow trail affects the game of the mighty Murim, and to think about your own martial direction and goals for the future of your martial arts.
No question.
You can’t really feel the presence of the Iron Currents just by talking about them.
Must see.
That way, you know exactly what you’re doing.
How the Iron Curtain unfolds and concludes its non-military engagements with other powers, and how overwhelming it is…….
That was the case then, too.
I didn’t see it with my eyes.
It was a one-on-one battle between Chul Ryuheon and DoYoon.
I just stood outside and felt the amount of air between the two of them.
Doyun probably wanted to make him see it.
He hopes his one and only student will broaden his horizons.
Suddenly curious, Bunsa lowered his voice and asked.
“Lord Iron Gate, why did you suddenly decide to have a ceremony with the Seal Gate and the Bimu?”
At that moment, all the people sitting around the room perked up their ears.
Bunsa, noticing this, scratched the back of his head and said.
“Oh……, you have a lot of eyes and ears, please pretend you didn’t hear that, because I don’t think this is the right place to discuss such things…….”
He was actually saying that he didn’t care about the iron stains.
“You know, because he’s an asshole and I want to kick his ass.”
“Old……?”
“Why? Do you need more reasons?”
Then Bunsha, his face straightened, smiled and said.
“Hmph. No, since the Iron Gate Lord says so,…… something unsavory must have happened between the two Mu Mo’s.”
Jongpyeong, who had been eavesdropping, was dumbfounded.
‘You’re going to punish me for being an asshole? You’re crazy…… That’s funny, you’d think I was going to fight some kind of sewage.’
Arthropod Swordzone Xiao Tianyak is a supreme powerhouse of swordsmanship and a master of the Hubei Hexagon.
Then Bunsa said with a meaningful look.
“In the future, Iron Moon Lord, you will surpass the top of the Hunan Five Day Festival.”
“No, I don’t care about the honor of being the fifth day of the month or the sextant.”
As he finished speaking, the faces of everyone, including Bunsa and Jongpyeong, hardened.
“……!”
Chul Ryuhyeon continued, his voice expressionless.
“We need to get higher.”
“Well, what about…… that you told me about the other day, the Honan First Mushin……?”
“I’ve already got that. There are no opponents in Hunan.”
Once again, a soundless jolt sweeps through your gut.
“……!”
As Bunsa stares blankly, I hear a chair being pulled back hard from somewhere.
DRAG-!
It was Jongpyeong.
He sprang to his feet, his eyes widening.
“How maddening! Do you mean to say that the words you just uttered apply to our Master, the current Five Feast Days!”
The ironclad’s response is appalling.
“Who? Your teacher.”
“What……!”
Jongpyeong choked up.
He’s a sneaky bastard.
You’re wearing the unique Xilang Dao Clan uniform that any martial artist would recognize, and you dare to pretend that you don’t know my master like that……
“This is the Lord of the Gate, the Gate of Xilangdou! Tell me you don’t know the star sign of Xirangdogu!”
The flushed Jong Pyeong raised his voice even higher, and the owner of the restaurant, who had just served the food, stopped in his tracks in Chapter.
The mood quickly turned chilly.
Frowning, Bunsa spoke up.
“You’re the head of the family. You should at least be polite.”
“Yes? What a yes, you shy loser’s disciple, this is no place for you!”
Immediately, a shaken Bunsa stood up.
“Fuck that……!”
The thirty or so Shirandomuns around Zilsera rose to their feet in unison, their fierce energy radiating.
Then.
Shhh.
He rose silently and swept his hair out of his face.
“Hunan five days, arangdogu…… Yeah. I know. So you’re Zong Ping, the so-called Fang Rang Dao?”
Jongpyeong mentioned my star sign in the midst of Chapter’s anger, and I felt my shoulders shrug.
‘Bastard, now…….’
It was only then that I realized that the other party had changed their demeanor.
His face is still expressionless.
Soon enough, Bunsah is a careful two.
“Mr. Iron Gate, why don’t you just leave, the master is here as well. There’s no point in stirring things up here. You should take care of yourself until the rain dance.”
As Chuliuhyeon strode wordlessly toward the door, Bunsa quickly followed, thinking to himself.
‘Hmmm. I was afraid you’d fight tooth and nail, but you’ve got this side to you…….’
Jongpyeong chuckled at the sight.
“Of course you are. A man should know how to save himself.”
Suddenly, Chuliuhyeon handed the money to the owner.
“This should be good enough.”
Then he shooed him out the door and barked orders at Bunsa.
“Go wait in the corner over there.”
“Yes?”
“There’s gotta be a bystander.”
“……!”
Bunsa’s expression changed instantly.
“No way……!
They’re trying to fight.
Nine times out of ten.
That deep voice in your ear again.
“Do something.”
Bunsa scrambled to the corner and stood.
“Demeanor.”
The door slams shut.
“People.”
The hook snaps.
“Create.”
Your body jerks and turns around.
And with that, the iron stain arrogantly chuckled.
“People like you only learn when they get their asses kicked.”
A gaze devoid of emotion.
Zong Ping clenched the hilt of his sword at the side of his waist as soon as he caught the gaze.
It’s an instinctive reaction.
Car window!
It’s the one that screams at you to draw your sword.
“Bastard, let’s do it, did you think you could get away with it!”
“You drew your sword first. You have a point.”
Simultaneously with the nonchalant voice of Ironclad.
Kwahang-!
Zong Ping’s body smashed into the wall behind him, impaling him deeply.
“Off…….”
With a pained groan, Zong Ping gulped down a mouthful of blood and promptly collapsed.
The stunned Mundos of Shirangdormoon.
No one could see whether he used his hands or his feet.
It was just a sound.
“What is this…….”
“Uh, what do I do?”
“Ugh…… What the heck, let’s do it all!”
“Shit!”
The place was a mess.
Quack-quack-woosh, woo-woosh, woo-woosh, woo-woosh, woo-woosh!
The loud beeping continued for a while, then stopped.
Static.
The room was as quiet as ever.
Standing in the corner, Sun Bunsa scanned the hall with his eyes.
‘Oh my…….’
The walls, ceilings, and all of the Xilang Daoist power were stunned, embedded like ornaments.
Then a voice rouses him from his reverie.
“Bring me that.”
What the iron streak was pointing to was the cylinder.
“Uh, what are you going to do…….”
“I’m going to show this to my boss, and I’m going to make sure he gets a good character education.”
“Whew! Up, up, up…….”
This is the Arangdogu Jinjo Festival, the main event of the Honam Five Moon Festival.
Yeah, who else would it be?
Bunsa had a hunch.
Today, we’re going to turn this place upside down in a big way.