A Perfect Picture of Revenge
"How dare you! Do you even know who this man is? How dare you! How dare you! How dare you! How dare you! How dare you!"
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Eun Hwa-yeong, pummeling the Iron Blood warrior's face with slaps in a frenzy of bloodshot-eyed rage, was far more terrifying than anyone could have imagined. It was all the more shocking because it was so utterly unlike her usual demeanor as the top courtesan. She perfectly embodied the saying that someone who never loses their temper is truly frightening when they do.
Bang So-un and Jang Il already knew she had this side to her, but for the others, the shock must have been immense.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Aaaagh! St-stop...! Pl-please, stop...! Sp-spare me... Uuuughhh...."
The begging Iron Blood warrior finally went limp like a corpse. He'd passed out. His face was a swollen, battered mess, puffy as if swarmed by bees—unrecognizable even to his own parents.
Thud!
Eun Hwa-yeong tossed him aside like trash. Her gaze now pierced the other Iron Blood warriors.
"H-huh?"
"U-uuuh...."
The Iron Blood warriors, utterly cowed, retreated with faces frozen in terror.
"Hahaha, well done, my Red-Eyed Fox."
Bang So-un approached her with a pleased laugh. Eun Hwa-yeong bowed her head in shame.
"I'm sorry, Golden Dragon Battlefield Master. It was this lowly cheonnyeo's tardiness that led to this unpleasantness...."
"No, no. You saved my skin, Red-Eyed Fox. Otherwise, things could've gotten messy."
Bang So-un chuckled and ground his heel into the unconscious warrior's face.
"These worthless pieces of trash."
The Iron Blood warriors' faces hardened, but they didn't dare utter a word. That was the world of murim. The strong stood atop the weak. Moments ago, they'd seen themselves as the strong ones, but now they faced the harsh reality of being utter weaklings.
"Shall I kill them?"
Eun Hwa-yeong's voice was ice-cold. The Iron Blood warriors flinched. It didn't sound like an empty threat. But Bang So-un shook his head.
"No need for that. They didn't come with killing intent."
Charging in bare-handed had saved them. But that wasn't the only reason. The Golden Dragon Battlefield still had a long way to go. There was no need to create a deep enmity with a mid-tier Hangzhou sect like the Iron Blood Sect in such circumstances. Brawling with fists was worlds apart from taking lives.
'Once we've pacified Hangzhou, we can clean them up then.'
Bang So-un thought leisurely. Getting heated over every little thing and turning everyone into enemies would make unifying the world a pipe dream. This was the moment to show the magnanimity befitting the Golden Dragon Battlefield's leader.
"Hey, you lot. Come here."
Bang So-un beckoned. The Iron Blood warriors glanced warily at each other.
"I said come here, you bastards."
Only then did they shuffle forward hesitantly. The alcohol had long fled their systems. Watching their comrade get slapped like a dog and collapse would've sobered anyone—even thugs, let alone murim warriors.
"Who started this provocation first?"
Bang So-un asked. In murim, justification was everything. The side with justification was in the right. Eun Hwa-yeong had slapped them like dogs, but the Iron Blood warriors would bear the blame in the eyes of the world. Knowing this, they hesitated to admit it. But then—
"Can't you hear the Golden Dragon Battlefield Master's words?"
The moment Eun Hwa-yeong spoke in a chilling tone, the Iron Blood warriors blurted out in panic.
"W-we provoked first!"
"Th-that's right!"
Bang So-un turned his gaze to the surroundings.
"Everyone hear that?"
He was addressing the onlookers. The Red Flower Tower naturally had plenty of other patrons. They didn't reply, but their expressions showed they understood the situation perfectly. They had eyes and ears, after all. That was enough.
"Good. Apologize properly, and we'll call it even. I'm a generous man."
Letting it go after their provocation would make him look like a fool in murim. But ending it with an apology let him claim both justification and benefit. An apology was clear submission.
"Uuum...."
The Iron Blood warriors eyed each other. Crack. Eun Hwa-yeong cracked her knuckles. Their faces drained of color.
"We're sorry!"
"We apologize, Golden Dragon Battlefield Master!"
"We committed a grave discourtesy in our drunken state!"
They bowed their heads in apology. But Bang So-un didn't accept it right away. Instead, he slipped his hand under Eun Hwa-yeong's skirt, kneading her ass like dough.
"Ah, ahn, Golden Dragon Battlefield Master. N-not here...."
Eun Hwa-yeong flushed and put on a coquettish display. Why did Bang So-un do this? To show these men, for whom she was an object of terror, that before him she was just a bitch in heat.
"I'll fuck you senseless later."
"Y-yes... I-I'd love that... Golden Dragon Battlefield Master... s-so... ahn~!"
Bang So-un even tossed out vulgar banter. Humiliation shook the Iron Blood warriors' bodies.
"Your heads are too high."
Bang So-un spat casually.
"......"
"Want me to smash your faces in?"
"Uuuuh...."
Only then did the Iron Blood warriors bow their heads deeper. Pure humiliation. The onlookers saw it all clearly—the Golden Dragon Battlefield Master's prestige.
Bang So-un smiled in satisfaction and waved them off dismissively.
"Alright, now get lost, all of you."
Whoosh!
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the Iron Blood disciples hoisted their unconscious comrade and fled like the wind. Naturally. They'd been utterly humiliated.
"Well then, shall we move to a private room, Red-Eyed Fox?"
"Yes, Golden Dragon Battlefield Master!"
Bang So-un walked off with Eun Hwa-yeong, his hand still under her skirt. Jang Il smirked as he followed.
"Now that's the dignity of a true man of the house."
The Red Flower Tower's seventh-floor master's chamber. Bang So-un sat in the seat of honor. Eun Hwa-yeong knelt naked on the floor, forehead pressed to the ground in absolute submission.
"Horny Pussy Fox."
Bang So-un called her slave name.
"Yes, Master."
"I'm a bit concerned that your martial prowess was somewhat exposed. What do you think?"
"If this worthless Pussy Fox bitch may humbly speak... I don't think it's a problem. Smashing those third-rate nobodies is easy even for a first-rate."
"Hm, is that so. But you know."
"Yes, Master."
"That sounds an awful lot like saying even I couldn't handle such third-rate trash."
"S-sorry, Master! That's not what I meant at all. From the start, you are the great Master who perfectly dominates trash like this Pussy Fox bitch who smashes third-rates...."
Eun Hwa-yeong paled and answered hastily.
"Haha, true. One word from me, and you're barking like a dog and spreading your pussy."
"Yes, Master! This Pussy Fox bitch must bark like a dog and spread her pussy at one word from Master!"
"Bark."
"Woof! Woof woof!"
She immediately mimicked a dog barking.
"No. You're not a dog—you're a fox. Cry like a fox."
"Awoo! Awooooo!"
With her fox-like features reminiscent of a snow mountain spirit beast, her cry was comical yet uniquely alluring.
"Puhahaha!"
Bang So-un burst into loud laughter, clearly highly satisfied.
"Hahaha!"
Jang Il doubled over in mirth. Only after the laughter subsided did Bang So-un speak again.
"Horny Pussy Fox."
"Awoo!"
"Pfft, now answer in human speech."
"Ah... yes, Master."
"Prepare a tail next time. A fox tail to plug your ass. White, of course."
"Understood, Master."
"I'll take you for a walk like a proper fox. Heh, naked, naturally. Sounds fun just thinking about it, right?"
"Of course, Master! Please take this Pussy Fox bitch on plenty of naked walks!"
Eun Hwa-yeong was genuinely thrilled. Any act that pleased her Master pleased her by default.
"Good. Now bring the information."
"Yes, Master."
Eun Hwa-yeong hurriedly presented the intelligence she'd gathered, all laid out respectfully. A substantial amount. Gathering this much on an individual wasn't easy. Only possible thanks to the Hao Clan.
Bang So-un once again felt the profound value of acquiring such a useful, stunning, and exquisitely fuckable top-tier slave. Targeting Eun Hwa-yeong first had been the right call.
"Well done."
"Thank you, Master."
"Hm, let's see."
Bang So-un scanned the information. It was comprehensive: Sagong Hemi's name and epithet, personality, physical traits, martial arts used, family relations, main areas of activity, family estate location, and more.
"Excellent."
Not a scrap to discard. Perfect for the hunt. A picture began forming in Bang So-un's mind—a rough blueprint for capturing Sagong Hemi.
"Young master."
Jang Il called to Bang So-un.
"What is it?"
"This time, I think we should go all out, no mercy."
He seemed to harbor real grudges. Nearly dying after setting out on his big murim debut with dreams in his eyes had clearly been a huge shock.
"Hahaha!"
Bang So-un laughed.
"Naturally. A gentleman's revenge must be thorough. Especially when it's us who've been wronged."
"Oh, as expected of you, young master! Hearing that clears my mind completely!"
Jang Il laughed too. Bang So-un asked with a sinister smile.
"How do we make it merciless and thorough?"
"Well... our hearts have to feel utterly refreshed first, right? That's what makes it revenge."
"Haha, that's so you. Here's my answer."
"Yes, yes."
"Just taking down that bitch alone would feel insufficient. Revenge demands at least threefold repayment."
"Oh, right. We're two here, but it still feels like we're losing out."
"Exactly. So we make her pay thoroughly for saddling the world with such worthless daughter and sister."
"Oh? Oooooh?"
Jang Il's eyes widened in excitement, grasping the implication.
"Turns out her older sister and mother are murim folk too. Doesn't that paint a perfect picture of revenge?"
Bang So-un bared his teeth.