The Descent Of The Demon God
Chapter 13: Scout Offer (2)

“KUUAAKKK!”

A scream filled the car.

The driver and lawyer Lee Hyun, who were in the front seat, could not hide their shock.

"Ah no! W-What are you doing?”

"Chairman!"

They could not understand Chun Yeowun's actions because they did not know about the 12-hour appointment.

-Kiik!

The driver hurriedly stepped on the brakes, moved to the shoulder of the road, and stopped.

The driver turned around with a face full of anger and tried to shout at Chun Yeowun.

[Dirt. Don't bother. Let's go to the hospital.]

Jo Yu-seong beats him and sends a message to the driver.

[Ha, but chief! Isn't he crazy?]

To his surprise, it seemed like the driver was also trained in martial arts.

The driver replied in anger.

[But, chieftain, you had so much trouble all night to get him out, why did he cut off your hand?]

[I told you that was enough. Start car!]

The driver hesitated for a moment and looked at the pale face of Jo Yu-seong, and grabbed the steering wheel.

There was no need for him to make Jo Yu-seong, who was in pain, angry.

"I look down on this man."

As the driver thought, Jo Yu-seong also held back her anger.

At first, he could not compete with his skills and could not even speak due to Chun Yeowun's hasty recruitment process.

'… a warning.'

Jo Yu-seong thinks that this is Chun Yeowun's warning.

Price takes advantage of others and breaks promises.

'... maybe he is not a sect-oriented person.'

If he was a sect-oriented person, there was no way he could behave so cold-heartedly.

Even so, Jo Yu-seong decides to proceed carefully in the future, considering this man is no ordinary person.

The gaze!

As the pain begins to be tolerated, Jo Yu-seong presses a blood spot on her left arm.

The blood, which gushed out, stopped flowing.

Jo Yu-seong takes out a handkerchief and wraps it around the cut section.

And then try to pick up the pieces of the hand that were on the floor of the car.

Float.

The hand floated and landed on the chair.

Jo Yu-seong is surprised.

He felt it at first glance, but it seemed like he was more than a Superior Master.

'Phew. I need to talk about it.'

They are already on their way to the hospital, but Jo Yu-seong decides to ask Chun Yeowun for understanding.

"… Thank you. I'm sorry once again, but before we go to headquarters..”.

Chun Yeowun replied before she finished.

"Don't worry about that, and stop by the hospital."

'!?'

For a moment, Jo Yu-seong was confused.

'I remember saying it telepathically ...'

There is no way one can hear someone else's telepathic message.

Jo Yu-seong, who thinks it is strange, takes away her doubts.

'But.'

If he thought about it, wouldn't it be a normal reaction to go to the hospital after someone's wrist was cut off?

He decided that he was overreacting.

Shenyang City Public Security Bureau.

Violent crime 3

"No. What kind of shit is this?”

The man, whose voice was so loud that it was heard outside the office, belonged to Lee Myeong, the team leader of the 3rd squad.

Detective Dan Young-hyeon, a short-haired female detective with bruises on her face, speaks to the team leader by making a silent gesture.

“Sst! Team leader, please lower your voice.”

“Do you think I can control myself! Kuak... damn!”

Lee Myeong held onto her throbbing shoulder.

It had only been a few hours since he got treatment, so the pain remained.

The attention of everyone in the 3rd squad was shifted to Lee Myeong.

It would be strange if they were not worried about the man who had been shot and ran into the office wearing hospital clothes.

“First, team leader. You are injured, so please return to the hospital. We had just finished the interrogation, so we were also just aware of it now, but there was nothing we could do.”

And Young-hyeon tries to cheer him up.

He could understand why Lee Myeong was angry, but there was nothing they could do about it.

The incident was so important that every personnel was needed, and even the Liaoning province Special Public Security Department was dispatched.

"At the end of the day, it's a task for a special team ..."

“Tim special? My leg! Including the chief, at least eight people from our department have died! How can this be the job of those bastards! Does it make sense to let go of the most likely culprit just because of outside pressure?”

He sighed at Lee Myeong's explosion.

Because of his stubbornness, Lee Myeong is known as a fool in the Public Security Bureau.

'Haah. It's starting again.'

But he doesn't hate her.

Even though he had a wild mouth and did not follow the rules, he was still a kind and loyal man.

Of course, it was something that only the detectives of squad 3 thought of.

Saw another detective, the female detective said.

“Once again, the team leader acts like this. Take her to the hospital and.”.

"I'll talk to the director myself!"

"Huh?"

With those words, Lee Myeong got up from his seat and ran out of the office.

The confused detectives blocked it, but, uh,

He beat them.

Thump!

"Dirt!"

"Ouch!"

The male detective is knocked down with a simple push.

Lee Myeong is a famous martial artist on the team, but he is too strong for a man who suffers from gunshot wounds.

“Are you trying to hurt a patient? And you, do some exercise. ”

With those words, Lee Myeong ran out of the office.

"Dirt! Hiya! Hurry up and catch the team leader! ”

The 3rd squad detective was confused and followed him.

But Lee Myeong was so fast that he managed to reach the front door of the director's office.

Even though the female secretary stopped him, he still entered the room.

“I said no now. He's on business, isn't he.”

"Director!"

Director Sang Yu-geun, who was on the phone, frowned at Lee Myeong's sudden action.

Actually he's not surprised.

This isn't the first time it's happened.

Lee Myeong would instantly rush to the director's room or vice-director's room whenever there was something unreasonable and even call them cowards.

“.... moving to University Hospital? I've understood. For now, open your eyes and pay attention to everything.”

It sounded!

He immediately ended the call.

The female secretary who followed grabbed Lee Myeong's arm and tried to drag her out.

It was then that the director got up from his seat and signaled that it was okay.

"Secretary Lim, you can go."

"Oh I understand."

When the woman closed the door and left, the director opened his mouth with an unpleasant expression.

"What are you doing? How many times have I told you not to barge in? ”

If it was another detective, they would have been confused, unable to do anything about it.

However, this man, Lee Myeong, is a fool.

“His head is dead! Director."

"… So what do you want?"

“Will the director really talk like that! If you act like this, how can Public Security be run?

With a disappointed face, he continued.

“…”

Lee Myeong shook his head at the director, who said nothing.

“I respect the director. A true public security officer never succumbs to pressure. But in the end, I think I have realized that you are just like everyone else. ”

Lee Myeong, who said everything he wanted, turned to leave the office when the director stopped him.

"Stop."

Lee Myeong stopped, wondering what the man said.

"Do you see me as someone who will succumb to external pressure and let go of someone?"

"I'm sorry?"

The director turned the monitor on his desk towards Lee Myeong.

What Lee Myeong saw made his eyes glow brightly.

Shenyang City University Hospital.

Inside the orthopedic medical examination room.

A middle-aged doctor who was examining the severed left hand sighed.

"Fiuh .. is this really caused by the sword?"

“... roughly similar. But, why are you asking?”

Jo Yu-seong is confused by the doctor's question.

Doctor enlarges arm cross section.

“Ah..”

There are two photos of the left hand and left arm on the monitor, which have been cut perfectly.

“Even if it was caused by a sword, the muscles and bones of a human are so strong that the nerves and blood vessels become haggard and distorted, but that is not the case here. The cut is very clean as if it were an anatomical specimen.”

That's why the doctor was surprised.

Back then, even Jo Yu-seong admired Chun Yeowun.

Since he was using internal energy, he assumed that he had excellent swordsmanship, but he did not expect it to be overwhelming.

“If this is the case, I think we can proceed directly with one-sided junction regeneration surgery without surgery to align nerves.”

Conjugation of severed parts is a complicated process.

It is not a single operation, but multiple operations. However, doctors say that only joint surgery and regenerative care are needed.

“After surgery, you will be hospitalized for three days, and if the result is good, you will be able to use your fingers as before.”

There is no news more fortunate than that.

It would be nice to have an operation soon, but there is still work to be done.

Although the doctor suggested having surgery during the day, Jo Yu-seong requested that it be done in the afternoon and only get first aid.

As Jo Yu-seong left the room, the nurse whispered.

"Doctor, he's a martial artist, right?"

“Indeed, as expected of a nurse working here for 8 years.”

He works in orthopedics, so there's no way he's not aware of such injuries.

Not a single person would be that calm if their hands were cut apart except for the Murim warriors and the Gate Guard.

“If not from a martial expert, how could such a wound happen. Hohoho.”

The middle-aged doctor, who looked at the monitor and saw his wound, smiled.

"healthy. The martial artist who did that must have gone through a lot as well.”

At the same time.

The hospital lobby.

An old man with white hair was sitting on a chair waiting to be called.

Compared to wrinkles, the way the man sat with his back straight was unusual.

And instead of a stick, the old man held a green sword.

Seeing how heavy the decoration was, one could see that it was no ordinary stick.

'Wow 'Wow. He's a fighter.'

'The old man. Is he a Murim warrior?'

No matter who saw it, the old man was a Murim warrior.

Maybe he's used to it. The old man seemed to be fine with all that attention.

That was when someone rushed up to him.

A man in his late thirties, wearing a dark blue suit, greeted the old man with clenched hands.

"Moyong Yi-sun greeted, Elder Peng."

“Oh-oh. Moyong.”

Those who know a little about Murim will be surprised by the names.

Direct descendants of the Moyong clan and the Peng clan, two of the five great clans of the Justice Force.

Of course, things like clans were not used anymore.

The man in his late thirties, Moyong Yi-sun, was the managing director of Yeon Company, the largest company in Shenyang.

“Don't call me by that title. Just call me as you normally would.”

“Hehehe, is that it? Still, you are the next president of the company. ”

Descendants of the five great clans, they often met each other.

Moyong Yi-sun spoke while looking at the number on the table next to Peng Neung-gyeom.

“I don't understand. If you have told me about this before, my people will quickly handle the payment. Why not?”

“Huhuhu, it would be too burdensome. I'm here for a simple checkup.. ah! Come to think of it, you keep staring at someone as you enter. Do you know him?"

Peng, who has good eyesight, discovers that Moyong Yi-sun is looking at someone.

A man wore a cast as he injured his left arm.

If it was just an ordinary person, elder Peng would not even care about it, but that man was a Murim warrior.

"Ah yes. He's a business acquaintance.”

“Hm, so?”

It felt like he was avoiding the details, so Elder Peng did not think too much about it.

Because it's none of his business.

"But, the elder is really great."

"What do you mean?"

“Did you come here because of the Gate Warning? To come get a consultation even though it is exhausting for an 80 year old. ”

“Huhu, what kind of words are those? In a world where the gates are open, if an old man like me can help, that's more than enough…. Hm?”

At that moment, Peng Neung-gyeom's face became stiff.

He was about to ask Moyong Yi-sun something, but Peng suddenly walked out of the lobby.

"Older!"

Moyong Yi-sun followed him.

Peng, who fled the hospital building, searched elsewhere.

There are some people.

Woong!

"It looks like there was an accident."

Moyong Yi-sun, who reached his side, spoke.

On the side that the old Peng saw was a large RV that was stopped by a power pole.

Turns out the front tire was leaking.

To his surprise, both front wheels of the car were torn apart.

"Are you out after hearing of the accident?"

Hearing Moyong Yi-sun's question, Peng Neung-gyeom muttered with trembling eyes.

“I just felt an incredible energy a moment ago. Don't you feel it?”

Moyong Yi-sun's eyes sparkled at those words.

As this was the first time Elder Peng, one of the top 100 martial artists listed in the Murim Department of the State Council of the Chinese Government, was shocked like this.

“Maybe one of them?”

Moyong Yi-sun pointed to the two men who came out of the fallen RV.

It might have been the accident, but the two men who came out of the RV had no manpower.

Hearing that, elder Peng shook his head and said.

"No. It appeared for a moment and then disappeared. ”

With those words, Peng Neung-gyeom clenched the sword in his hand.

'Did this Peng Neung-gyeom miss the thunder user?'

He is the master of thunder.

The black sedan left the hospital courtyard.

Jo Yu-seong, who has a cast on her left arm, asks Chun Yeowun, who closed her eyes with her hands crossed.

"It just so happens that a flat tire from the RV is ... is that what you do?"

Chun Yeowun did not deny it.

That was because Jo Yu-seong had clenched his fists.

He knew that, but he still wanted to ask.

And Chun Yeowun remained silent.

He's frustrated. That's when the driver sent him a message.

[Head Jo. Even if it wasn't for that, I would have told you after I confirmed it, but that gray RV. It has been following us since we left the Public Security Bureau.]

[What?]

Hearing those words, Jo Yu-seong's eyes widened as she looked towards Chun Yeowun.