The smile that began at the corner of his mouth spread across his face. It had been a long time since he had been so free with his emotions. It was a testament to how amusing the current situation was. Pyo Wol’s face-changing technique was flawless. It was impossible to detect any discrepancies in his … Read more
The voice was neither loud nor soft. Blended with the rustling of the wind, it was a voice so subtle that if one didn’t intentionally listen, it would be indistinguishable. Yet, upon hearing it, Do Yeonsan and others felt chills. Goosebumps rose on their skin, their fingertips tingling. These thirty members of Black Shadow Assassins … Read more
Defying the sternly flowing river, two people climbed aboard the Umado River Boat. They were Pyo Wol and Hong Ye-seol. “Thank you for your efforts.” Sal-no, who had been waiting in advance, handed a towel to Hong Ye-seol. Hong Ye-seol took the towel and dried her wet hair. “Thank you.” “That’s nice of you, but … Read more
Lee Si Chang glanced at Pyo Wol before finally speaking. “What happened to those who were inside?” “I didn’t kill them.” A moment of relief flashed across Lee Si Chang’s face at Pyo Wol’s answer. But his face hardened again at Pyo Wol’s next words. “But they could die at any time.” “Any time?” “Any … Read more
The Unmado Riverboat had left Dongting Lake and joined the main stream of the mighty Yangtze river. Following the flow of the Yangtze River, it would eventually lead to Poyang Lake. After joining the Yangtze river, the Unmado Riverboat started moving at a very fast pace. Pyo Wol and his party sat on the deck, … Read more
Joo Gong-jin’s nickname was Black Rat. A black rat living in the slums. It was a humiliating nickname, but Joo Gong-jin was proud of it. He might be called a rat from the slums, but his survival skills were exceptional. He had faced many near-death experiences. Yet, he managed to survive even in the direst … Read more
The first time Hong Ye-seol killed someone was when she was thirteen years old. It was unthinkable for a thirteen-year-old girl to kill someone out of her own volition. She was raised to be an assassin, so she had no choice but to practise killing people. She couldn’t remember their names or faces. She couldn’t … Read more
“So he made it, didn’t he?” “It appears so.” “I see.” Upon hearing Pyo Wol’s response, Do Yeonsan nodded, a look of ‘I knew it’ on his face. It was the same for Eun-yo and Nam Shin-woo. None of them were surprised when they heard the news that Chae Mu-ok had left for the Silver … Read more
“Who… who are you, brother?” Gomujin managed to lift his head, gazing at the young man who was vigorously rowing the boat. The youth had managed to rescue him while Jang Hwa-yong was momentarily distracted. He had brought him on the prepared boat and was making their escape. The youth turned around to face him. … Read more
Gomujin was a young martial artist in his mid-twenties. As grand as he looked, he had a remarkable temperament that never failed to attract followers. The martial arts school he belonged to, the Seven Gates Sect, was not particularly powerful or renowned. But that’s not to say that their martial arts were not worth noting. … Read more