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If one were to define Hubei Province today, the word ‘eye of the storm’ would be most appropriate. Numerous martial arts sects entered Wuhan and Unjungcheon. Some even said that a quarter of the mighty forces gathered here.
Their words were by no means exaggerated. Although the number is small, most of those gathered here are elites of each sect or those who have recently distinguished themselves in martial arts.
As people who could be said to be Kangho’s talents and top experts gathered together, Kangho’s intelligence organizations moved to identify such people. Among them, there was a sect of assassins called Hwanhwansalmun (幻換殺門).
Like other clans, the Hwanhwansalmun continued its legacy through contract killings. For that reason, he always kept a close eye on Kangho’s notable martial artists and top experts.
For them, the event to select chuck horse battalions in Unjungcheon was a golden opportunity to get to know the new warriors of Gangho. A directory will be created based on the information obtained here, and it will be useful if they are hired as assassins in the future.
Because of the importance of the matter, Go Sanwol, the head of the Hwanhwansalmun, set up a base in Wuhan and observed the warriors who had entered the country. Whenever a target of interest appeared, the assassins of the Hwanhwasalmun were closely watching them, and they were dividing them into ranks according to their level of military prowess and creating a directory.
Gosanwol’s nickname was Dark Rainjeop (暗黑飛蝶). It was a legend of assassins who committed 142 murders in their lifetime and succeeded in all of them. It was known that there were more than 20 warriors who lost their lives at his hands, and that there was a master of transcendental skill among them.
It was not only a legend among assassins, but also an object of fear for the martial arts people. First of all, it was widely accepted as an orthodox theory among Kangho that a person on the death list for the Hwanhwasalmun cannot live longer than three days.
Go Sanwol was welcoming an unexpected guest at his residence. A perplexed look was evident on his face as he looked at the guest who suddenly showed up without warning.
A young warrior was sitting opposite him. He knew well the identity of the young warrior.
‘The left doorman of the Samhwan Sword Gate.’
The Samhwangeommun is a prestigious text in the Shandong region and its influence was by no means small. Jwa Mun-ho was known for his excellent skills as the master of the Samhwan Geommun. But that fact wasn’t that important. This is because it is something that is already understood in Hwanhwasalmun.
What is truly perplexing is that Jwamun-ho came to the exact location of the Hwanhwansalmun’s base. And that too, proudly through the front door.
The infinite base of the Hwanhwasalmun was a top secret. Due to the nature of the crime, which mainly involves contract killings, leakage of secrets was impossible. Nevertheless, the fact that Jwamunho came to visit us meant that Hwanhwansalmun was exposed to the outside world.
‘The base established this time is a temporary shelter established only ten days ago. ‘Do you mean to say that our movements were identified in that short period of time?’
For a moment, life appeared in Go Sanwol’s eyes.
He contemplated killing Zuo Mun-ho and moving his base. However, the left writer read his thoughts in advance and silenced him.
“It won’t help.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means that even if you kill me and move the base, you will be figured out right away. “We have the smartest person in the world, and with his ability, it would be no problem to figure out the movements of the Hwanhwansalmun.”
“I’m curious about the group you’re talking about.”
Death dripped from his voice.
Salmun shows its greatest power when it hides in the dark and makes a surprise attack. From the moment his bare face was revealed in broad daylight, Salmun was no longer a threat.
Jwa Mun-ho smiled.
It was not he who discovered the base of the Hwanhwasalmun. It was the work of Seo Moon Hye-ryeong. Seomun Hyeryeong, like the smartest woman in the world, was collecting information about the numerous sects of Gangho. Hwanhwansalmun was one of them.
You might think that they had secretly set up a base in Wuhan during the Gosanwol period, but in fact, their movements were being monitored as if reading the palm of their hand by the intelligence organization run by Seomun Hyeryeong.
Jwamun-ho identified the base of the Hwanhwansalmun through Seomun Hyeryeong and came unexpectedly like this. He was honestly enjoying the sight of Go San-wol being embarrassed.
“Even if I tell you, you won’t know. “It hasn’t been revealed to the world yet.”
“joy! “A secret society?”
“Well, if I had to define it, it would be about that. In any case, our organization is already aware of every move of the Hwanhwasalmun inquiry.”
“Do you think you know everything about Hwanhwansalmun just because you know one temporary base?”
“Jianghua Mountain (玉化山), Jiangxi Province.”
“… … .”
“Isn’t this where the headquarters of the Hwanhwasalmun is located?”
Instead of answering, Go San-wol glared at Jwa Mun-ho with scary eyes. This is because identifying the headquarters of the Hwanhwansalmun means that the other party is grasping the neck of the enemy.
Due to the nature of the murder group, which mainly focuses on contract killings, there were more than one or two people who had a grudge against them. Among those who held a grudge, there were many prestigious figures of the current powerful family. Just by slightly revealing their location, there was a risk that the Hwanhwansalmun would be destroyed.
Left Moon-ho relaxedly leaned back in his chair. It was an action I could take because I knew that the initiative had already passed to my side.
Go Sanwol, who had been glaring for a long time with a murderous gaze, finally opened his mouth.
“What do you want from Hwanhwansalmun?”
“Isn’t it obvious what Salmun wants?”
“A contractor?”
“Please kill one person. Then, I will take care of the convenience of the Hwanhwasalmun’s activities.”
“hmm!”
Jwa Mun-ho laughed.
He knew that Go Sanwol would never be able to refuse his offer.
“Who is the contract recipient?”
“Jin Mu-won.”
“Bukgeom?”
Go Sanwol’s eyebrows twitched.
Jin Mu-won opened his eyes that had been closed for a moment.
When he stood up, shaking off the dust from his clothes, Ha Jin-wol approached him as if he had been waiting for him.
“Did you come to any realizations overnight?”
Jin Mu-won shook his head.
“then?”
“I just organized my thoughts a little bit.”
“So has it been sorted out?”
“At least I don’t feel dizzy.”
“hmm! Feel so good.”
It is said that anything works in the end.
Because he had reached the end through his studies, Ha Jin-wol was able to guess what Jin Mu-won was talking about without difficulty.
“What about the others?”
“Ryu San entered the training room saying he was going to practice.”
“military exercise?”
“You seem to have been stimulated. Leave it alone. “I think I’ll be stuck in the gym today.”
Ha Jin-wol laughed.
Jin Mu-won won’t know. Myeongryu Mountain was stimulated by his smoke.
“Then what about the party council?”
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“My brother went out with Mi-ryeo, saying he had someone to meet. And now I’m thinking of going out too. “If nothing happens, let’s go out together.”
“All right.”
Jin Mu-won nodded.
The two left the manor and headed toward Wuhan.
Ha Jin-wol walked recklessly, and Jin Mu-won did not even bother to ask where he was going. The place Ha Jin-wol headed to was a slum on the outskirts of Wuhan.
“Do you know anyone here?”
“Hehe! “You will know when you go.”
Jin Mu-won frowned at Ha Jin-wol’s ambiguous words. But she knew well that Ha Jin-wol would not answer if she asked, so she did not ask any more questions.
After turning around the alleys, Ha Jin-wol arrived at a small old bookstore in a slum.
‘An old bookstore?’
A light of suspicion appeared in Jin Mu-won’s eyes.
A slum and an old bookstore are an unlikely combination. There is no way that poor people who are busy earning a living would come to an old bookstore, and there is even no way that a Confucian student who wants to buy books would come to a slum like this.
Ha Jin-wol went into the old bookstore without giving any explanation.
As I entered the old bookstore, the smell of musty books assaulted my nose. Ha Jin-wol smiled at the smell that can only be felt from old books.
The clerk at the old bookstore, who had been organizing books for a while, looked at Ha Jin-wol with puzzled eyes.
“How did you get here?”
“Why would you come to the bookstore to buy a book?”
“That’s right, but… … .”
Even as he answered, the clerk could not shake off his suspicious expression.
This is a slum. Ordinary people or Confucian students never enter the slums to buy books. Moreover, Ha Jin-wol’s clothes did not match the slums. The incongruity was what made the clerk question it.
“I’m going to buy some books when I go out later. “Before that, please call the owner.”
“What about the owner?”
“Yes, if I tell you that the three-brained detective has arrived, you will understand.
The clerk, who looked at me with a puzzled look for a moment, soon ran inside. And after a while, a middle-aged civil servant who appeared to be the same age as Ha Jin-wol walked out with a dissatisfied expression.
The Wen Master stopped for a moment and looked at He Jinwol with blank eyes. Then Ha Jin-wol smiled and opened her mouth.
“It’s been a while, Daeso.”
“What are you doing here, Jinwol?”
“It looks like you’re not happy to see your friend after a long time.”
“It’s a bountiful harvest. “Stop talking nonsense and tell me what brought you here.”
Although he spoke so bluntly, the middle-aged civil servant’s eyes were smiling. Ha Jin-wol was also smiling.
The two people looked at each other for a moment and burst out laughing at the same time.
“Woohaha! How have you been? Are you still doing that crazy thing?”
“So you’re still buried in that musty book?”
The two people hugged each other.
The middle-aged civil servant who was chatting with Ha Jin-wol for a moment looked at Jin Mu-won standing blankly to one side. Then Ha Jin-wol introduced Jin Mu-won.
“You’ve probably heard it at least once, right? “It’s called Jin Mu-won.”
“Bukgeom?”
“That’s right.”
The middle-aged literary man’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Jin Mu-won took the gun on him.
“My name is Jin Mu-won.”
“Nice to meet you. My name is Jang Daeso. I went to school with this damn guy. Now, as you can see, he has taken over the family business and is running an old old bookstore.”
Jang Dae-so smiled warmly, different from his first impression.
He left the old bookstore in charge of the clerk and grabbed Jin Mu-won and Ha Jin-wol’s hands. The place he took the two people was the basement of an old bookstore.
The moment he entered the basement of the old bookstore, Jin Mu-won could not close his mouth in shock. This is because he was greeted by a space so vast that he could not have imagined it to be the basement of a small antique bookstore.
The vast underground space was filled with bookshelves, and each shelf held a huge amount of books.
Ha Jin-wol looked around the underground space and looked deeply moved.
“Coming here reminds me of old times. “When I was young, I ate and slept here.”
“Do you remember how much I was scolded by my father because of you? “I was compared to you and asked why I didn’t read it when there were so many books that my ancestors had collected for generations.”
“Is that so?”
“That’s why I hated you so much when I was young. “A smart guy like that reads books so voraciously that you must have the talent to get away with it.”
Jang Dae-so’s ancestors have run an old bookstore here for generations. They collected whatever old books they could find and stored them in the underground space. The number of books collected in this way exceeded 100,000.
The products of at least hundreds of years of history, culture, and knowledge were gathered here. This place was like the utopia of dreams that every Confucian student in the world wanted.
As a child, Ha Jin-wol ate and slept here and read books avidly. Most of his vast knowledge was systematically established here.
Ha Jin-wol muttered as he pulled a book from the shelf.
“This is the source where everything started for me.”
“What happened? “I heard you are doing crazy things in Yunnan. Have you come to your senses now?”
“When did I go crazy?”
“joy! “When have you ever been sane?”
Jin Mu-won listened to the conversation between the two in silence.
Ha Jin-wol, who prides himself on being the smartest person in the world, and the owner of an old bookstore, are somehow an unsuitable combination. But strangely enough, the two people looked strangely matched.
“But what are you doing here? “He didn’t come just to ask how I was doing.”
“The strategic map of Hubei Province centered on Wuhan, the construction plan of Yunzhongtian, and materials related to key personnel of Beitianmen from ten years ago.”
“then?”
“Now I want to sharpen my eyes towards the world.”
Ha Jin-wol smiled.
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