Nam Shin-woo’s condition was bizarre.
The blood that had been pouring from the deep wounds in his chest had stopped, and his eyes had lost its focus. The way he stood up limply seemed unusual for some reason.
“What? You bastard! How are you alive?”
Cho Samcheok’s eyebrows rose toward the sky.
No matter how good a person was in martial arts, it was normal for them to stop moving at this level of serious injury. However, even though Nam Shin-woo was limping, he was still moving on his own two feet.
“This bastard! I don’t know what happened, but doesn’t this mean you’re still alive?”
A beam of light poured out of Cho Samcheok’s eyes.
He thought it was better this way.
Their target might be in a bizarre state, but if he’s already alive like this, they’ll definitely get a fair price.
For the past few days, the Seven Stars has scoured the city to find Nam Shin-woo. Cho Samcheok was the first to find the clue on his whereabouts. If only Nam Shin-woo was caught, it was clear that he would be greatly recognized for his work at the Seven Stars.
“Heh heh!”
Cho Samcheok approached Nam Shin-woo with a laugh.
Nam Shin-woo was still limping.
He thought his target wouldn’t be too difficult to catch.
“Come here!”
Cho Samcheok grabbed Nam Shin-woo’s hair with his large hand.
Cho Samcheok was too strong for Nam Shin-woo, who was still young and fragile. Knowing that fact, Cho Samcheok was able to grab Nam Shin-woo’s hair and drag him away.
Puck!
At that moment, Nam Shin-woo delivered an unexpected blow. His fist slammed into Cho Samcheok’s side.
“Keuk!”
Cho Samcheok’s eyes widened at the intense pain penetrating his lungs.
As far as he knows, Nam Shin-woo didn’t learn anything about martial arts. But he just received a powerful shock.
Cho Samcheok clenched his teeth and kicked Nam Shin-woo. Nam Shin-woo bounced away like a ball.
“What is this? You punk!”
Cho Samcheok smirked and approached Nam Shin-woo.
At that moment, Nam Shin-woo got up again. Now his eyes were completely out of focus. But what was even more surprising was the wound in his chest.
The chest that had been cut long by Cho Samcheok had already been noticeably healed.
It was a sight that would never have happened to a normal person. It was impossible for even a person who had mastered magic to heal a wound like that at once.
It was only then that Cho Samcheok realized that the request the Seven Stars received was unusual.
“So this is why they paid such a high price for the commission.”
Cho Samcheok slightly frowned.
He was concerned about Nam Shin-woo’s bizarre appearance and resilience, but he wasn’t particularly scared.
Cho Samcheok was a master of traditional martial arts.
The Mad Sword1 he learned had the power to crush any expert into beef jerky. There was no reason for him to fear beings who had mastered bizarre magic.
“If you continue to rebel, I willcut off all your limbs. It’ll be interesting to see if you can still survive it. Heh heh!”
A great deal of aura was raised.
Sensing the murder intent, Nam Shin-woo slowly took a step back. Even when he lost his reason, he recognized the strength of his opponent.
At that moment, someone hugged Cho Samcheok from behind.
It was Tang Sochu.
“Run away!”
Tang Sochu shouted loudly while hugging Cho Samcheok.
Even though he lost his sense of reason, Nam Shin-woo responded to Tang Sochu’s voice. He seemed to falter for a moment, before turning around and running out of the workshop.
“What? You bastard!”
Cho Samcheok aggressively shook his body to shake off Tang Sochu that held on to him tightly. But Tang Sochu persisted.
“Let go, bastard!”
In the end, Cho Samcheok angrily raised his energy and dropped Tang Sochu. However, Nam Shin-woo disappeared and was nowhere to be seen.
“You son of a…”
Cho Samcheok, whose anger raised to the point of his head, kicked Tang Sochu with all his might.
Boom!
With the sound of a drum hitting, Tang Sochu was smashed against the wall of the workshop.
Tang Sochu drooped without even moving. However, Cho Samcheok flew in the direction where Nam Shin-woo disappeared without looking at him.
Even after Nam Shin-woo and Cho Sam-cheok disappeared, Tang Sochu did not move for a long time.
It had been almost half an hour before he moved.
“Kerhyuk!”
Tang Sochu let out a rough breath and raised his upper body.
He was at the brink of death but he miraculously survived. Because of that, his head was blank and he couldn’t remember what had happened.
It was a long time later when his memory returned.
“Shin…woo?”
He looked around, but Nam Shin-woo and Cho Samcheok were nowhere to be seen.
“Keuk!”
Tang Sochu stood up.
He felt an excruciating pain all over his body, as if he had been beaten with a large hammer. For that reason, even a simple movement as he raised his body made him feel tremendous pain.
Tang Sochu, who barely got up, looked around the studio.
The workshop filled with his lifelong wishes was horribly broken. It wasn’t a problem that the workshop was broken. Since he can still fix it.
The problem was Nam Shin-woo.
He was a strange child.
He doesn’t know why Cho Samcheok is chasing the child, but it was clear that the child would not be in good shape if he had been captured like this.
However, he couldn’t help himself. Even if he clenched his teeth to endure it, he will get the same thing. He luckily survived this time, but the next time he gets hit, he is sure he will die.
After thinking for a moment, Tang Sochu walked away.
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“Try wearing this.”
Cho Hyang shyly held out his clothing. What she handed over was a red long cloth made of the finest silk. The red cloth, which fit perfectly on Pyo-wol’s body, was nothing more than a work of art in itself.
Pyo-wol stroking the long sleeves and said,
“It feels good.”
“I’m glad. The best craftsmen in Chengdu put great effort into making this finest silk. It suits you well.”
Cho Hyang smiled broadly.
It cost her lot of money to order the red clothing, but it was worth the money as it made Pyo-wol’s appearance stand out even more.
“Wear it well.”
Cho Hyang hugged Pyowol’s waist and said,
“Every time you wear this dress, please think of me.”
“I will.”
“Thank you.”
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
The past few days with Pyo-wol were the happiest moments of her life. After becoming a prostitute, she had never been so sincere to anyone. In a way, Pyo-wol was like her first love.
But she knew.
That she can’t stay like this with him forever.
Happy dreams don’t last forever.
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