Chapter - 804 Episode 804. Hey! Get the rest of that drink! (4)

"Yee, this is……..”

Heo Do-jin's face is horribly distorted. He was a master, and he did not show this face to others. The fact that his feelings came up on his face meant that the situation was not as good.

Ta-da!

Heo Do-jin runs out of the house as if nothing has to be said.

Other writers who understood the seriousness of the situation quickly followed suit.

The scene of the battlefield has changed. The fight had already stopped. Just as it was a lie to fight for each other's lives until a while ago.

Heo Do-jin's gaze slowly went up. Everyone in the basin was looking there.

On the cliff.

A man was looking down from the place, which was so high that his neck was about to be bent.

full-body black

A rough, long black beard that has come down to the navel.

And a red face with jujube-like hair.

In addition to this unusual appearance, a black dragon is engraved on the chest. I could tell who it was without saying it.

"Hahahahaha! What have the political clans come all the way here to eat?"

Namgung Wang's face is cold.

The enormous history of the voice seemed to be shaking Namgung Hwang's skin.

Was King Black Dragon this bad?’

I'm familiar with that reputation.

However, I thought he was just a Sapa. Compared to the political faction, which has been fiercely competing with the death penalty and even blood-sharing brothers, the Sapa is just a clutter of clans who have no sincerity.

I was wondering how great it would be to be the head of a place like that.….

King Heukryong, who saw it with his own eyes, immediately awakened Namgung Hwang's thoughts.

It seems like a wave is flowing throughout the body. To the point where I'm getting chills.

"How dare you crawl into the Black Dragon Chai, not enough to invade the Janggang River. You've lost your fear of the clique!"

Namgung Wang, who was listening, shouted loudly.

"The coward hides in the distance and talks. You've left your men behind and you've got nothing to say!"

Namgang Wang's words may not make sense. However, it certainly worked to calm down the agitated warriors of the Namgung Sega.

"I've pulled out the hook...….”

King Heukryong repeated Namgung Wang's words and laughed.

"Say whatever you want to say whatever you want. I'm not tickling his horse that's about to go to the grave anyway."

"This guy!"

Then Bop Kye opens his mouth.

"Amitabul. So-seung is Shaolin's Bop Kay."

"Hmph! How dare an elder, who is not a master, try to talk to me! Shaolin's arrogance touched the sky!"

Bop Kye frowned slightly when King Heukryong openly mocked him.

"Shizu, I understand your argument, but what are you going to do with us in this situation? Xizu can't face all of us alone.”

"There's nothing you can't do!"

The Black Dragon King laughs loudly.

"Do you really need someone else to deal with a little bird like you? My province is enough."

King Heukryong grabbed the road around his waist. The handle snapped and lengthened, and soon a long unwoldo was created.

Paaaaaaaaaaaah!

King Heukryong, who once showed his way in Ho Gong, laughed haughtily.

"Who will deal with me?"

Bop Kye took a step forward before Namgung Hwang shouted.

"Amitabha, this Bop Kye can handle it if you want.""You? Hahahahaha!"

The ore of King Heukryong resounded.

King Heukryong, who burst into laughter as if he couldn't stand it, looks at Bop Kay with his eyes full of laughter.

"Get out of here, little fish! It's not something adults talk about. If you want to deal with me, at least bring the head of the room!"

Bop Kye's face turned red at the momentarily.

Where in the world would he have been treated like this as an elder of Shaolin?

Amitabha Buddha. Amitabha Buddha.

Bop Kye tried to soothe his seething mind by memorizing his disapproval.

"If you want a match, I'll deal with you. Don't tell me you're not good enough against even Namgung Wang, are you?"

"The Sword of the Lord……".”

King Black Dragon twisted the corners of his mouth.

"They're pretending to be criminals when they're grazing comfortably in a fence called Namgoongse!"

"What?"

"Why did you hit the nail on the head?"

King Black Dragon glared at everyone with his big eyes.

"Of course, I can wipe you out on my own. But... if I'm the only one who doesn't deserve it, it wouldn't be bad to meet that expectations."

"…what?"

At that time, two people slowly walked out to the side of King Heukryong.

"It certainly isn't bad."

"We may be disappointed with the lofty people of the old file room alone.”

Heo Do-jin hardened his face as he saw them appearing.

'They're...'

Of course I've never seen it with my own eyes.

But you can still tell. There aren't many people in the world who are qualified to stand next to King Heukryong. And of course one of them fits in with the qualified.

"……Mandeum…Godfather."

"It's an honor, the world's Heo Do-jin recognizes me.”

On the left side of King Heukryong, the Mangeum godfather looked down at Heo Do-jin with a cold smile.

"You can take one of the neck of Heo Do-jin. So why not come? The opportunity to benefit this much doesn't come easily."

On the other hand, he stood on the right side of King Heukryong, a man with no characteristics.

But Heo Do-jin could tell. If the person he confirmed is really the Mangeum godfather, there's only one person who can stand across from him.

A man who can never be identified by his appearance.

"처, Cheonmyon Susa."

"Cheonmyon Susa? The author?"

Byo Kyonja's face turned pale.

The Mangeum Godfather and Cheonmyon Susa.

These are the heads of Sinjuopae, who lead Heukguibo and Haomun, respectively.

That means that three of the Shinjuopae are gathered here now.

"Three of the five Shinjuopae?"

Indeed, it is a powerful force. Even if three of the nine-file rooms and Oh Dae-se are gathered, they cannot guarantee the victory.

"Come on, long man!"

Byo Kyonja unwittingly looked back at Heo Do-jin. But Heo Do-jin was also keeping his head above water in a completely unexpected amount.

Why are they all gathered in one place?

This can't be happening. I had to.

The four gatekeepers gathered here did not push here without thinking. There is only one reason why he fought a war with Jang Kang-soochae.

Because the Sapa can never unite.

Even during the war against Mahkyo in the past, Sapa fought against each other until the end. Goofilebang and Oh Dae-sega only took their own advantage, but they did not poke each other in the back and gnash their teeth.

But didn't Sapa attack and growl at each other until the moment the sword of Mah-kyo was lodged in my throat?If Jang Kang-soochae is attacked by political factions, he must run like a monk to eat the area where the influence of the hydrochae has disappeared, not come to help.

"But how...….”

At that moment.

A group of fighters emerged from the top of the cliff. Standing at the end with a not-so-fast walk, they glared at those under the basin with a cold stare.

At a glance, they are masters who have reached their peak.

"You've brought your men with you."

When I realized that I had been occupied by such masters above my head, I felt pressure that I couldn't express.

But that's pressure enough to hold out.

What really stifled Heo Do-jin is the situation itself in which they have emerged. It was hard to accept the reality that someone had dragged them into this jar.

"Who is it……."

There will be one who brings those who can never be mixed together like this.

"Who..."

It was just when Heo Do-jin was about to shout.

It's jingling.

A very small sound crossed my ear.

A clear sound of iron as if encountered by a woman's ornaments.

It was just a small sound that even Heo Do-jin could barely catch if he listened to it, which ordinary people would not even be able to hear on this street.

But to Heo Do-jin's ears, the little sound felt like thunder.

"Well."

A slightly higher nasal voice slowly flowed down the cliff.

At that moment Heo Do-jin had to feel his whole body's fur bristling. With his eyes wide open, he stared as if he were eating away at the cliff.

In time.

A man appeared on a cliff.

Heo Do-jin bit his lips.

He looked.

The sight of King Black Dragon, Mangeumdaebu, and Cheonmyon Susa paving the way for the man who appeared now.

Who in the world can make themselves stand down?

That's right away.

The figure of the man who finally showed up at the edge of the cliff was too distinct in color.

Bloody red guns with black dragons.

White skin that looks like that of a woman by applying powder.

A white crown of cotton on the head of an ebony.

And countless accessories, surrounded by body and arms.

Heo Do-jin knows interest. No, I have no choice but to know.

Although there are far too many people living in the world, it would be unusual for a man to behave like this. And who dares to stand there, even more.

If there is, only one.

"…lose."

Defeat Jang Nilso.

As soon as he appeared, the air in the basin began to cool down.

to be different

The waves that King Heukryong spilled were powerful enough to stop the fighting here.

The cold air from the body of the Mangeumdaebu reminded us of the freezing cold, and the presence of Cheonmyon Susa, which was so ordinary, was also enough to irritate our nerves.

But interest, defeated Jang Nilso, is different.

It's not that he's lost much energy, he's just walking slowly and looking down from a high place.

Nevertheless, I was suffocated as if I had been prayed.

His presence as a human being, not his strength as an unmanned, is different from others. Don't even make Jang Nilso look ridiculous and out of touch?

"It's my first time seeing you. Dear Kang Ho Dongdo."

Jang Nilso puts his hands together and slowly pushes forward. His waist was also naturally bent.It's a common gunfight. It is a manner that is familiar to those who live in Gang-ho.

But despite the familiar gesture, everyone here felt goosebumps and suffocated. Even with that common greeting.

"I'm Jang Nilso, the ark of all men, and the lord of the Sapaeryon."

Jang Nilso's bright face caught a white smile.

At that moment Heo Do-jin could see.

Jang Nilso's eyes with a nice smile on them didn't contain a little smile.

Snake? No...That's a weapon.’

A serpent-toothed weaver was slowly bending over its trap-stricken prey on this huge cliff.

With those cold, creepy eyes.