How the Villain Lives

36. It's all for you.

As the guard descends, Sung-hoon hesitates to stab the sword with a man's collar. I didn't think I'd get any special information from him anyway. If he had a head back, he would have been disconnected from this person.

'You must have asked me to kill you with bait.'

When one's life was so simple, the people who watched it around were forced to swallow the drool. There was also a fear of a ghost who decisively cut off his life, but even more surprising was the identity of the man he had just killed.

Not unlike the top-ranker, it was the famous craftsman who was called power and was quite widely known among people. The brawl that dragged him into the Super Melee War was a specialty that made his name shine brighter, and the ghost pressed against him so easily while examining him.

"Was the crackdown too loose? This..."

"Ooooh!"

"Huh?"

Somewhere, I began to hear voices blaming Sung-hoon's behavior. The accusations that one man made extended to two, and began to blow four, eight, sixteen, and more. Most people in the square, though not all, said as the deputy who was next to him emerged in front of Sung-hoon as the atmosphere became increasingly unusual.

"I don't think it feels right. I think you should avoid this position for now."

"Damage? Who?"

"Who is it? Of course not, Ghost? Here, I and my men will do some research, so let's go somewhere safe..."

"Phew, Phew. Something's wrong. Avoidance is when you run into an unavoidable disaster, or when you can't beat it and the damage gets bigger. What's the point of avoiding me here now?"

After pushing those who stood in front of him like a bodyguard to protect him, Sung-hoon coughed for a moment and raised his voice and shouted in a voice that could be heard by everyone.

"Come to bed, gentlemen. I'm going to pretend I don't know what's going on right now, because I think it's just been swept away by the military center for a while. But I'm not a hoe or an adult, so if I keep causing confusion anymore, I won't stay put. Do you know?"

"What are you going to do if you don't stop? Are you going to kill everyone here like you just killed?"

The voice from the corner of the crowd shined with the eyes of the Holy Hun. A familiar voice. A voice that blames itself for killing a runaway fighter.

'There's something there, too.'

A man who was nearby confirmed that the mouth of Sung-hoon was rising frowned.

"What do you say? Smile?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. with unexpected results that I didn't even think of. I didn't mean to make fun of you, so please understand. Khhhh."

I concealed it in my own way, but I couldn't hide the laughter that was triggered precisely because of the mask option. No, rather, the laughter I threw up with my head turned, clumsily covering my mouth, was nothing but an obvious laughter.

"Do I look ridiculous? Even if I see this.."

Spank!

The man could no longer keep talking. Before he finished what he said, he drew a circle and swung the sword of the Holy Hun to his throat. As the complexion of those who were hit by the blood scattered from the flying neck paled and a woman tried to scream, Sung-hoon exclaimed with considerable livelihood.

"Everybody, stop moving! From now on, anyone who speaks a word or intends to do more than necessary is considered to be a force that will create chaos inside the god of addicts and will be arrested immediately!"

"Well, I..."

A woman tried to say something with her hands up, but Sung-hoon pointed to her first.

"Arrest this woman now!"

"Yes? This woman?"

The deputy's expression began to subtly change in an instant when he asked me to apprehend someone who seemed completely irrelevant. However, I think it's a little too much. However, he was forced to move immediately without speaking out in the words that followed.

"Why aren't you moving? You want to get arrested, too?"

"… Sorry. If you are not guilty, you will be released immediately."

"Wait, I was actually here by accident! Urp!"

When I pilot one of them, I suddenly start to feel as quiet as if I were flipping people's cold water. I don't know who the other person is, but there were also some wrinkles in front of the blister. Sung-hoon, who has proactively incited people so far, knew best what the most efficient way to deal with the opposition would be if it happened.

Once you ride the wave, it's pretty hard to flip it. The best way to prevent that from happening at all, but in the same case now, it was impossible, so it was best to suppress it so rigidly that it could not dehydrate.

Of course, if you do this without thinking about it, there will be a rebound in some way later. However, I had to go to Sung-hoon who had already built enough support foundations to be able to act wealthy because I was afraid of maggots.

'And if you just wrap it up here..'

"Everyone here knows this, but right now our goddess is in serious danger. Many of you seem to forget that everyone's life is about to fly away. No matter what you see here, it's wrong."

Whenever the gaze of Sung-hoon was encountered, people turned their gazes cautiously or lowered their eyes.

People who are swept away by military centers believe that they are doing what is right, and the guilt is weakened. However, Sung-hoon cut it just like this and drew a line.

"I admit that our actions are somewhat excessive right now. But that doesn't make a distinction between time and place, and once you make a rebuttal, I can't help it. No wonder everyone here is an addict, a traitor, a hater, or an idiot..."

"……."

"… it's not? No one's gonna last eight days, right? This is all for you."

As the atmosphere of the nearby people subsided perfectly, Sung-hoon lightly slapped the deputy's shoulders and said to make it sound to everyone.

"Capture everyone here and investigate."

"You mean all the people here?"

"If there's nothing wrong, let me go, but someone who's too rebellious, or uncooperative, or who's trying to get away, investigate it very thoroughly and rob it. Do you understand? It must be the people behind something. They're the ones who betray everyone in this time of urgency."

"Yes, old school!"

"Excellent, gentlemen! If so, please cooperate!"

One or two of them may be noisy, but no one has been able to speak bravely just now in the presence of words like traitor or addict. After gently following the instructions, Sung-hoon looked behind the crowd and blew himself into the air.

"Where are you going?!"

"A rat is trying to escape. I'm gonna take this conversation lightly."

"Yes?"

Challenging him to say something, Sung-hoon stepped on people's shoulders and suddenly crossed the crowd and disappeared beyond the building. The deputy who looked at him kept his mouth shut. To be honest, I couldn't say I liked it much, but I liked it as much as one thing, though I didn't know the other.

'Ghosts are much better in the same situation now.'

It was also one of the facts that most people reluctantly acknowledged.

'Damn it! What the hell is he doing?!'

Black was rushing away as he grinded his teeth. Everything was unfolding as I thought.

As Violet had expected, the city was currently under weak control with only middle management, and he thought that releasing the drugs he brought with him and using the traitors would cause enough confusion in the city. But all of a sudden, that ghost started to ruin everything.

"What is it?!"

"Oh, let's take it slow on the road! Manor!"

"Sorry!"

Blacks, who had bumped into people several times but restored their posture with a superhuman sense of balance, escaped through pre-cooked alleyways. I walked out of the maze and barely got to the corner of the dark alley and looked around, but I didn't feel anyone following me.

"Things have gone wrong. What do I do? Violet will be angry..."

"Violet? It's not Korean, it's those weirdos out there? Or is it some kind of code name? Either way, it doesn't matter."

Kwajik!

Black, who immediately threw the dagger toward the direction of his voice, snapped the dagger between his fingers and quickly turned into a combat position. On the other hand, Sung-hoon took the dagger he threw and juggled it out of his hand.

"Ghosts?"

"That's what they call it. I escaped well in my own way, but there was no Yale in front of me. in front of someone who knows this city better than anyone."

"Hmph. Are you chasing me alone?"

"Yes, but do you look relaxed? Can't you feel the seriousness of the situation right now?"

"Serious?"

Black, who turned into an unexplained expression, lightly clapped his hands, and people began to emerge from all over the alley. The total number up to Black was nine. One of them exuded an intense energy that seemed not to be an ordinary skilled person.

"Now, who's going to get worse?"

"Is that a lure?"

"……."

To be honest, it wasn't like that.

I just came back to the safest place I could say it would be once things had gone unnoticed. On the contrary, however, this has become a chance. We are now able to deal with the people who are the biggest obstacles to their work here.

"Surrender and I won't kill you. Rather, I'll treat you very well."

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I can see some of your familiar faces better than that, and I don't know what the hell is going on."

I saw the faces of some of the people Chun-hoon knew. The case of the traitor was decided to hide the information until the end of this battle, in the judgement that it could cause serious confusion. Naturally, Sung-hoon could not know the information and was forced to think that the incident was more complex than expected.

"Is there an addict in the coalition? The scoundrels are all composed of strong people, but they are addicted to them too... '

Wedge fluid!

"What? Don't you think it's so lethal to attack someone suddenly?"

"Kill him!"

"No! Don't kill me! Kill me and I'll resurrect you later! Catch me alive!"

"Saint-Fora. Haven't you figured me out yet?"

The scoundrel is strong, but not strong enough to deal with Sung-hoon. You want me to take them all alive in a vague yard to see if they can hurt them if they're all beaten to death?

"I will not kill you, especially by buying that courage. However."

The warrior, who was watching the whole spirit of the sword, lifted the axe that he had and swiped the sword. It was his know-how to comb the attack and get closer to the enemy, but he had no choice but to step back in his first struggle in his life.

'Sword?!'

Clearly, the swordsman who thought he had avoided stabbed him in the hand and dug into the flesh. Since the blade was thin, the blade dug beyond the back of his hand to the elbow and forearm held his arm perfectly together. In the slightest pain of his arms being pushed to move, he only vomited out a scream as the rune blade moved.

"Argh!"

"Oh, this feels disgusting."

Ugh!

"Aaaaaaaah!"

Strongly swinging the rune blade, the flesh is torn, causing Fibo to rise. I've seen many cuts and stabs with swords. However, people's faces hardened when they literally 'fleshed'. The injury itself was not so severe, but the warrior was caught in the pain of being unable to carry on the battle.

As if spinning a staff, Sung-hoon, who was playing around with rune blades, twitched his left finger and said.

"It will be painful enough to die."

It hurts the most to pinch and bite.