Chapter 140
Hwang Bo-gyeom, who could barely keep his head above the fist that was rushing toward him, had to feel a little nervous about what he was facing.
Kwaang!
A flying shadow flies past Hwang’s side and pins him to the wall.
……I said it was a rainstorm.
Kwao!
……Namgunggal.
People with names that even Hwang Bo-gyeom remembered are lying on the ground, dead or alive.
The lifelessness did not make the spectacle any less simple or light. The intensity of the bloodshed gradually increased as more and more people passed away.
Hwang Bo-gyeom was one of those who wanted to participate. But he was surprised twice.
It was surprising that it broke my expectations and turned into a dog fight.
Kwaang! Zzzzzzzzzz.
The clashing blades, the thundering thunderbolts, and the sword that pushed the young man away without even a hint of retreat.
It was the Sword King An Baek.
At the same time, the shadow behind the young man was slashing at him in a killing motion. The aura enveloped by the two daggers was not light at all.
Did I say black tiger? Whatever.
The eyes of the man who claimed to serve the young man were filled with listening, not living.
Yes, a dog fight, followed by a group of self-proclaimed political party members openly attacking a young man.
“……if you talk like that again.”
I see.
The man with ten mouths to feed was Huang Bo-gyeom of the Walled City. He was the one who had once tried everything to kill An Baek and Nan Gongban.
It can’t be a memory. It’s not a good memory.
