Untouchable: Reaper of the Battlefield

The dragon was used to consumption. I also made a lot of money, but it was because of the surrounding environment.

Level 2 colleagues spent their money like no one else tomorrow.

Thanks to this, dragons were accustomed to spending thousands of pounds on newly launched sports cars, parties with beautiful women, and bespoke suits. But the joy of such consumption was brief. Consumption called for greater consumption, and continued consumption left nothing but a sense of emptiness.

Even the dragon couldn't keep his mouth shut in front of the spectacular sights that were before his eyes.

Full of red and gold decorations, the floor was covered with fluffy rugs and leather everywhere it reached.

Oberon shakes his head.

“You have a great taste. This is a tax investigation... ”

The vow nods.

This blatantly rich interior didn't suit his disposition and seemed to reveal the owner's vulgar taste.

The dragon said.

“Don't Koreans like modern interiors? It's Chinese, no matter how you look at it. ”

Golden and red.

It was a common color scheme in China. I only felt rustic in Seowon's eyes.

The vows moved on, ignoring the glamorous ornaments that caught my eye.

The room was divided into two large spaces.

Art galleries and high-end art and couches. The latter seemed like a place for entertainment.

We searched hundreds of square feet of ground, but no one was found. It seemed like there was another space down here.

The vow looked at the dragon and Oberon. I didn't know myself, so I asked him to find me instead.

Oberon shrugs forward.

He finds the most expensive looking item instead of looking for a way down.

In the center of the room, Oberon's eyes are illuminated with a glowing golden sword.

Just being in the middle of this secret space, I could feel how much the owner loved the item.

The dragon slapped the glass tube with his bare hands.

< Wajang Chang! >

The alarm didn't go off.

Whether he draws his sword or not, he grins.

Oberon, holding the sword in both hands, steps forward to the place where the pottery and jewelry are placed.

Oberon raises his sword, looking up at the ceiling where the camera is installed.

If you don't show up right now, I'm going to smash everything in this room.

You're not coming out? ’

Oberon takes a full swing.

It was an unsuitable shape for the sword, but there was no shortage of smashing things in front of it.

< Ziing! >

Oberon's prediction was right.

You can hear the machine moving and move the decoration on the wall.

The three of them moved to the front of the ornament.

“Oh my…. ”

Looking at the secret door that was so completely installed that it could not be distinguished by the naked eye, the vows burst. I wanted to quickly see which human had built more secret space because it was not enough for me to have an armbow in the basement. I wondered what was waiting for him down here.

The secret door closes with a sound, as three people enter the hallway with the white light illuminated.

* * *

“Dad, that's him. ”

Yu Jinjin pointed to the vows with his finger.

An old man in his 70s in a fancy chair frowned. I like this guy, but he's got a soft spot.

“You dragged him here because you couldn't handle him properly? ”

Yun Jin cried.

“You saw it, Dad. He's not a regular guy. ”

“So how many times do I have to tell you not to hang out with gangsters, but with the right people? ”

Lee Dong-hyun, chairman of the Eastern Group, stared at the reason group with an unfair expression.

In front of his father's razor sharp eyes, Yu Jinjin did not lift his head.

Lee Dong-hyun shouted.

“What kind of people break into someone's house without their permission? ”

The vows answered.

“As you can see, a foreigner. ”

“A foreigner? Why would a foreigner...? ”

“I know. You should ask your son about stopping someone from leaving the country, not me. ”

Lee Dong-hyun looked at the gyeong-jin.

“He was harassing me.... ”

The weatherman mutters in a mosquito crawl.

Early Oberon steps forward.

“What's a boy doing like a girl? Tell him the truth! He fainted when he tried to harass someone who stood still with his bodyguard. ”

I once again pierced the sharp gaze of Lee Jin-hyun.

“Is that true? ”

“No, that's not it…. ”

Lee Dong-hyun shouted with a red face when she hesitated.

“Is it true that those bugs knocked you out?! ”

Yun Jin nodded.

The vow shakes its head with a bitter smile.

There are no consequences without cause.

The child's broken responsibility lies with the parent who raised him.

Oberon said.

“Tell him to come in the next room because he knows you won't fight him anyway. ”

Lee Dong-hyun glances at Oberon and shouts.

“Hyeon-jin! Bring the customers! ”

Lee Hyung-jin shouted, and a man came out of the next room.

It was Lee Hyun-jin I saw in the yard a while ago. Behind him were four Asians.

The four men who followed Lee Hyeong-jin walked slowly, smoking fertilizer as much as possible.

Lee Dong-hyun, who got up from his seat, told three people in Chinese.

Seowon and Oberon did not understand Chinese. However, a dragon who had mastered martial arts in and out of China could understand the approximate content.

They harassed my son, so I asked them to punish me.

Everywhere people lived, it was similar. The dragon was familiar with this situation. This was often the case in Britain.

A rich son of a bitch. But every time something like this happened, parents with money and power wiped it out. Even the quest came to the heart. Of course, Hart did not accept the request of crazy parents to avenge their children.

“Are there four of you? We don't have much time. All at once? ”

The Chinese responded to Oberon's light taunt.

“What are you talking about? We don't do cowardice with numbers. ”

When Lee Hyung-jin translated the Chinese words, vows, dragons and Oberon laughed loudly. It was absurd for a man to argue only in a certain way in a given space all his life.

When the laughter stopped, the dragon set out.

“I'll take care of this. ”

* * *

The Chinaman, who appeared to be in his mid-40s, lowered his posture and reached out his hand forward.

The dragon gained the impression of warlock.

In real life, the rider equation....

The Riding Ceremony refers to the first movement of Chinese martial arts.

The user performs an exaggerated move that is both glamorous and non-aggressive. This move is used to treat the target with respect.

The dragon with great affection for Chinese martial arts sighed as if the ground were dying.

No disrespect.

This was the biggest cause of his Chinese martial arts downfall.

How can I afford to take a stagecoach in the face of death if I can't kill my opponent?

It was the limit of Chinese martial arts that was preserved in glass tubes because it was free from reality.

The man reaches out for the dragon in his footsteps.

The dragon spoke Chinese with a dull look on its face with its arms down.

“Don't look at the liver. Come on in. ”

The man was surprised by the unexpected fluency of Chinese.

“Do you speak Chinese? ”

The dragon shakes its head. Are you out of your mind?

A short distance away, the dragon extends its fist forward.

As soon as the opponent turns to the left, the dragon rotates.

The dragon carries its centrifugal force in its left hand.

< Kuak!!! >

With a loud noise, the man collapses.

The Chinese people who had remained silent until now stood up and shouted.

The dragon shakes its head and speaks Chinese.

“I'm a coward? Does this look like a duel to you guys? ”

The dragon rebuked, but the anger of the Chinese did not subside easily.

“What are you guys talking about! Shut up and come!”

As the dragon takes up fighting stance, the Chinaman takes off his head.

The vow I was watching quietly spoke to the dragon.

“Fight it any other way than hands-on skills you've learned in the military or Chinese martial arts. ”

“Another way? ”

“Muay Thai, for example. Or a stockholder.... ”

The dragon, who understood the words of the vow, lowered his posture and held his hands together so that he could reach out at any time.

His eyes glow, just above his fists.

Seowon applauded the dragon's choice.

Enough to shatter those Chinamen's pride.

* * *

I didn't know what kind of martial arts bald men do, but I learned a lot from someone who trained a lot.

His movements were cheerful and he heard a collapsing sound with every swing of his hands and feet.

But after five minutes, the bald man had not scored a single valid hit.

The face of the bald man who was running around frantically turned red, and his breathing became rough.

On the other hand, the breath of the dragon, which sometimes used minimal movement to dodge an opponent's attack, is the same as before, with the guard up.

Baldness strikes in the eye of the dragon, accustomed to vows and Oberon's punches.

As Baldy rotated his body with his arms extended to his side, the dragon's eyes gleamed.

That was the move I saw earlier.

It was the limit of Chinese martial arts trapped in a repetitive format after performing all the prescribed operations.

The visa dragon reaches out its hand and flies straight at the side of its bald head.

He wasn't used to getting hit, so he was like, "Ugh!” I drove off the whales with a loud voice.

It is not a dragon that will miss it.

Using the rotational force on his lower back, he shortens his fist up and down.

The bald man who allowed an uppercut on his chin stumbled and stepped back.

The dragon approaches its stumbling opponent, striking its bald side without incident.

The bald man, who allowed a blow to the abdomen, suffered with his hands wrapped around his stomach, rolling a swarm of oysters. However, the dragon had no intention of seeing the opponent at this level. I was going to show him exactly what the practice was.

The dragon sitting on the bald chest grabbed the bald wrist.

The bald man resists roughly to keep his arms out, but the dragon slips out of his grasp so easily.

It looked cheerful as if it was pulling radishes from the field. It was an overwhelming difference in strength.

The dragon with one knee up, rolling its knee to the other side and rotating its body.

The dragon's legs crush the opponent's chest. Bald left hand is held by two dragons.

It was a common cancer bar posture in the mediastinum.

The dragon said to Baldy:

“Surrender or my arm will be broken. ”

The bald man grips his teeth in agony as if his arms were breaking off.

“Surrender? Don't even think about it! ”

You don't know how scary the arm bar is, so you try to stand it recklessly.

It was another limitation of Chinese martial arts that did not acknowledge the opponent's ability.

The dragon empowers its hands by looking at the Chinese who are staring at it from afar.

“Aaaaahhhh!!! ”

The bald man screams, his throat bursting, forgetting to be embarrassed.

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