How the Villain Lives

17. New meetings

"What, it's so lame?"

When faced with a disputing force such as the Force Limit or Myrina, Sung-hoon perceived himself as relatively weak. However, in fact, Seong-hoon was strong enough to be able to stand alone even though he had dozens of visitors. After disarming, Seong Hun suffered a brief treatment. I was thinking about what to do next.

Once it's okay, the best way is to leave it here and just go. Even if you cut off your arms and took your weapons, you should be thankful that you didn't kill them. The next step is to give it a fresh color.

Heal as you did in the Survival Mission and marvel appropriately.

Of course, it is not possible for the mind to turn around and share information about the Americas and take a cooperative attitude, but at least there is the advantage of not buying grudges. Despite the overwhelming differences in skills, if you give one step concession and come out peacefully, you will remain silent as long as you are human and ashamed as long as you have a conscience.

These two methods are the most efficient when reasonably saladed.

It was not impossible to capture and return to the Shrine, but it was too far away and there were five of them. However, I was worried that his existence would be known as they were worried. I'm worried about this, I'm worried about that. Soon after, however, Sung-hoon lifted his tail and grabbed the fallen and began to move somewhere.

"Argh…."

I feel like someone is forcing me to wake me up while I sleep. I felt like I wanted to put my mind to this comfort, but I barely opened my eyes by forcibly lifting my heavy eyelids to the memory of the man in the mask I last saw before I fainted.

"Urgh, urgh?"

'What is it?! "

I opened my mouth to summon other colleagues, but I did not speak. I quickly refined my mind and looked around and realized what kind of situation I was in. His mouth is lined with ashes and his armor is tied upside down in a tree. Moreover, it is tied to the arms and legs. It was also tightly wrapped around each finger so that no matter what you wanted to move, it was impossible to move.

"Whoops! Whoops!"

I shook my body around, but it was just squirming like a cocoon. I heard a voice in his ear when I was in a frenzy for a while.

"Surprisingly early?"

It's not Japanese, but the meaning is understood. Only then did I know who tied me up.

'That Korean!'

I tried to say something, but only a futile reverberation repeated in the mouth, where the cloth was pricked and the javelin was fixed.

"I hope you'll be quiet. I don't want anyone else to hear me say that I'm leaving anyway, but I can't help but lose my strength, can I?"

"……."

"How nice of you to be cooperative? It seems a little authentic, so let's have a quick conversation."

Glub.

When the depot was released, the reporter said, spitting the shroud that was stuck in his mouth.

"Damn it. Can't you take this off right now?! I know who I am!"

"So you don't know who I am?"

I forgot that the rest of the opponent, who was too embarrassed, was not Japanese. The New Style Guild is clearly Japan's number one guild, but that doesn't mean it can be found in other cities. Here, when he sees the name of the new wind on a hundred days, only his mouth will be sore. First take a deep breath.

"Let's solve this and have a conversation."

"Release me? Why should I?"

"… you don't know, but Kamikaze is Japan's best guild."

"So?"

"We'll forgive you for what we did earlier. I will reward you separately. I don't know where you are, but if you want, I can nominate you as an official diplomat when I meet with Korea. The idea of the first meeting with someone from another country seems to have acted too forward and backward. Now this is the first meeting between Korea and Japan, don't you need to blush your face?"

The report was definitely headed back.

It did not provoke pride, nor did it come out in such a way as to ask you to kill him if you want to kill him. From an objective point of view, we are looking for the most reasonable and beneficial way to present it to Sung-hoon. If he encountered at least one person belonging to the guild or a normal person, he would be able to reach an agreement at this point.

In other words, the Guild of Hatefa apologizes and offers some kind of treatment as well as official rewards.

"That's a little interesting."

"Well..."

"But no."

"What?"

Seong-hoon was flying so easily that he could only notice the face under his nose when he tried to cover his mask.

"I should have made that offer the first time I met you. Huh? If you ask me to agree with you, I will agree with you."

"Didn't I say I'm sorry? Besides, I don't want any compensation.."

"That. Y.K."

The Holy Hun, who was wearing his waist and adjusting his gaze, stood up and approached another person hanging from a tree and began to unknot his legs.

"Why should I move as you wish?"

Why would a dispute arise when the world works reasonably?

Yes, it is advantageous to accept the suggestion of a declaration here if it is reasonable. However, even though the head of the Holy Hun thought so, the heart did not calm down. In the first place, as well as beating and blowing the bun, he wrote a salutation worthy of the name of the Eastern Courtesy Bureau. Isn't that the one who shot the bun without the head?

Sung-hoon is small, but not unusual.

Sung-hoon said as he bites back at the mouth of the report shouting something.

"Obviously your offer is reasonable. It's a win-win. You save your lives and I will be rewarded and rewarded with grace. But…."

Kwajik!

"Hmm? Ugh!"

The dagger that came out of his arms struck like lightning and plunged it into the warrior's thigh. Due to extreme pain, the conscious warrior begins to wriggle. It's a warrior's routine to live with a knife, but it doesn't matter if you're attacked. Even in this defenseless situation, a dagger was suddenly inserted inside the thigh, which is known to be sensitive, so it would be even weirder if it wasn't seized.

As I began to turn the dagger to the side of my flesh, my body began to tremble less, and Sung-hoon smiled with a big hole in my thigh.

"I'll win, so you lose. Foot."

"Urgh! Urgh!"

"Speak up straight. I thought it was rude, but now I can't even speak properly."

"Argh!"

Whether the report was shouting or not, Sung-hoon started waking up all the people who had lost consciousness while wandering around. Seeing people looking at themselves with dumb eyes as if the situation had not yet been understood, Sung-hoon threw and received a bloody dagger.

"Now, I'm going to play a simple game. The rules are simple. I will inflict torture, so you can hold on to them. You know what I mean by simple ease vest?"

"Oops!"

"Oh, oh, don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you or anything. How can you kill a man as a civilization? Isn't it? Life is precious. Khh."

It was a laughing sound because of the mask, but the people there were sweating in fear. A man who smiles with a bloody dagger and threatens to torture. It was just a psycho in psycho.

Kwak!

Seong Hun, who took out the scented candle of time and lit it, said by placing the candle where everyone could see it.

"Well, some people don't want to play games, so you have to explain how to quit, right? I'm only going to torture you for exactly 30 minutes. After that, anyone who answers my questions honestly will get you out of the game. Then…."

Cheer up!

"Argh!"

"Shall we begin?"

The people of The Mission may have personal differences, but they are all mentally trained.

If you don't want to survive on a battlefield where blood is frying and limbs are flying and lives are coming, you have to feel somewhat dry.

Warriors gravely hand over the flesh and bones that are passed on with their weapons, and wizards stare at the body of a magically erupting monster.

However, even so, torture is a completely different dimension of the problem. However, others say that the same person howls in pain and wails like crazy. In that situation, Sung-hoon was being tortured by mechanical teasing without agitation.

Chieyprofits!

A sharp dagger stretches across the forearm.

It was a 30 minute torture, but the warrior was already half-conscious. However, I could think of it as a warrior who has excellent physical abilities and fitness, but in this case, his ability as a warrior was poisoned.

'I will not die.'

I do.

Warriors with several times more health and ten times more stamina than ordinary people didn't die that easily. Several levels of torture are more severe than conventional torture and heal quickly if the potion is fed even with extreme wounds.

Moreover, this cursed body did not allow any shock.

Knock, knock.

Looking at the blood flowing from the dagger for a while, Seong Hun began to relinquish the ashes with a grave face. Aren't you stabbed in the conscience? That's funny.

Sung-hoon has betrayed people and survived since he first fell into this world. Since then, I have seen people thrown as bait or trapped and dying for their own gain. It is said that it is not a military number to feel the guilt of conscience that torture should be inflicted now.

"I'm sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Hung!"

"No, you don't have to apologize. Anyway, the game was fun, right?"

The greed soared to the throat, but the warrior shut up with superhuman endurance.

"Now let's see if we can stop playing more games. Before that..."

When Sung-hoon bounced his finger, a translucent film appeared around him. Skill to block sound waves. It was a low-level skill, but there was no ability to break it to those who couldn't move a finger at the moment.

"Well, there are five things I think about right now. First, where should your city go from where we first met? Number two, how many people are there in the city? Third, the rankers you know and the characteristics of those rankers.."

At the end of Sung-hoon's question, the warrior took the pen and paper containing Sung-hoon and began to write down his answers with the lowest possible attitude. However, it was not the right answer.

'You son of a bitch! Do you think he'll cooperate with someone like you?!'

I began to write down false information by hiding my burning anger. After a cup of tea, the warrior who wrote all the contents handed out the paper with a trembling hand.

"Hmm. More people than I expected."

He curled his head, but he would not notice that he was wrong unless he went to check it out himself.

"So, are you done?"

"Huh? Oh, of course. I came out like this cooperatively. Now, give me a minute."

"Now, wait a minute?!"

I tried to resist Sung-hoon, who approached nearby and began to apprehend him, but it was impossible for him to even move properly after being tortured. After an instant of suppression, Seong-hoon hangs the man back on the tree and drops the sorcerer to the ground.

"You don't want to watch this fun game, do you?"

"Oops! Oops!"

"Yes, yes, you should all enjoy it together. Oh, and."

He smiled as he waved the potion with green liquid, which appeared to be quite dangerous.

"If this young lady gives me a different answer from the previous warrior, I'll be very happy. How long would you have lied if you wanted to play more games with me?"

"Oops!"

"Wait a minute. I'll check with you when I'm done."

The warrior jumps crazily as he sees Seong-hoon biting the potion into the woman's mouth. But no one was interested in him.

"Oh, that's it."

"It's okay, so get more."

"That's enough."

"Don't do that... more."

"Oh, that's enough! Gax!"

"Uh-huh, put it in. Put it in."