Chapter 62: Clue-2
That night at midnight, the Twelfth Master, the Vicious Bandit Man Jong-im, waited with the members of the Twelfth Division in the western forest for someone to appear.
The First Squad Leader, Do Mugon, kept watch over the surroundings and spoke in a low voice.
“This feels too suspicious, Master. That they know we’re pursuing the Blood Cult means we’re completely exposed to them, doesn’t it? It seems highly likely this is a trap.”
Man Jong-im snorted in derision and replied.
“Hmph! Are you afraid? Even if it is a trap, so what? If that’s the case, it just means we’ve found the right Blood Cult bastards.”
At those words, Do Mugeon barely managed to suppress the lump rising in his throat.
Such irresponsible words.
What good would finding them properly do?
If we die to them, it’s all for nothing.
Did he seriously think this small force could handle those subordinates—including that powerhouse, Yeo Ung-won, with over ninety years of cultivation, and three peak masters mixed in?
Moreover, if those who summoned us are indeed Blood Cultists, then it’s not us who found them, but them who found us.
Domugon felt utterly uneasy.
He suddenly regretted beyond measure that he had come with Manjong-im.
Whether aware of Do Mugon’s inner turmoil or not, Man Jong-im was muttering to herself.
“It must be nearly midnight now? Where exactly are they supposed to appear?”
Truthfully, Manjong-im wasn’t entirely at ease either.
