Chapter 123: The Dragon-Wrestling Gate
It had been half a month since the Clean Hanjung Campaign began.
As Myohyang had predicted, the number of merchants visiting Hanjung had increased.
‘How does word spread so fast in a world without group chats…’
Thanks to this, not only the merchants belonging to the Hanjung Merchants’ Guild, but also inns, taverns, and restaurants were overflowing with customers, making them scream with delight.
It was a kind of butterfly effect triggered by the Clean Hanjung Campaign.
“Good.”
Looking down from the fifth-floor pavilion, the highest level of the Bunta, at the bustling marketplace below, he couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction.
Seeing everyone smiling because of him felt truly rewarding. This, he thought, must be the life of a virtuous official.
‘The day I live in luxury on Goryeo soil is not far off.’
Sang-ryeon’s success was my success. The day of my triumphant return was drawing near.
Just as I gazed down below with such satisfaction,
“What? What’s that?”
A strange sight caught my eye.
The Bunta guards responsible for security were dragging a line of men along.
And these were burly men, clearly built for strength.
Thud. Thud.
I leapt down and asked the guard at the front.
“Black-clad thugs?”
“Huh! Kuryong! Yes, sir!”
“Hmph… What crime did they commit to be arrested?”
The lives of black-clad men are largely similar.
Most make a living through illegal activities like collecting protection money in entertainment districts or running gambling dens.
