Chapter 79
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Translator: 8uhl
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Perfect Plan
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"Let me ask you one more time."
Wang Giseong didn't flinch or panic at the sight of the three intruders who had barged into his office out of nowhere.
He simply sat at his desk and tossed out the question casually.
"Who the hell do you think you are, barging in here without permission and causing a ruckus?"
"You don't need to know anything about us. All you have to do is hear our offer and nod."
"Offer?"
"That's right."
The man with the braided hair slowly shifted his position.
He dragged over the nearby sofa in one go and plopped down right across from Wang Giseong, continuing.
"There's an item we want, and damn it all, it seems to have flowed into the Seven Dragon Society recently."
"If you want something, just pay up and buy it. We're a company—we'll sell just about anything if the price is right."
"I'd love to do it that way, but our line of work is confidential. And sneaking it out? The Seven Dragon Society's security is tougher than we expected."
"So you're asking me to sneak it out for you?"
"Ho, you look dumber than you sound, but you catch on quick."
Even at the man's genuinely surprised reaction, Wang Giseong didn't get angry.
The Shanghai Wang family was a prestigious clan in the Seven Dragon Society, no matter how you sliced it. And he was the acting manager of Black Dragon Construction's East Asia branch.
"I have no idea what you're after..., but what's the payoff?"
"The payoff?"
"You're asking me to sneak it out on the sly, right? Obviously, there has to be compensation that matches."
"Oh, don't worry about that. We've got something huge lined up."
"Yeah? What's that?"
Nothing was off the table if the price was right.
True to the Black Dragon Clan's scheming nature, Wang Giseong asked innocently, and the man replied coolly.
"Your life."
"...Hmm."
Wang Giseong nodded.
It was about what he'd expected.
"So that's how it is? If I turn down this offer, I die right here?"
"Sharp as a tack."
"Ah, our family made our name with quick wits and flattery. Couldn't be the acting patriarch without this much sense."
"Then I can expect a good answer?"
"Of course."
Wang Giseong grinned brazenly.
And from his seat, he kicked the desk skyward.
BAM!
The massive desk shot into the air, then slammed into the man in front of him at Wang Giseong's fist—sweeping up the woman and youth behind him as it flew.
The power was devastating.
The back wall crumbled entirely, splattering crushed flesh and blood across the office.
"That's my answer."
In the blood-soaked office, Wang Giseong sneered coldly.
He wouldn't be intimidated by such a cheap threat—anything less than a classy blackmail wasn't worth his time.
"That's a shame."
"We'll see who's shamed. Your buddies look pretty regretful already."
It had hit them dead-on with a desk weighted by a thousand pounds of force.
Yet the man stood there unscathed, as if nothing had happened. Wang Giseong smirked at him.
Whatever trick the man had used to dodge, his two companions were definitely pulp.
That was why.
His face hardened at the two voices from behind.
"Heh, I've heard Seven Dragon Society elites are no slouch compared to high-level players, but damn, that was no joke. Thought I was a goner for real."
"Conrad, lying's bad."
"It's a figure of speech—your crazy ass got hit too."
"I'm fine. Never Die."
The moment he heard that.
Wang Giseong reacted on instinct.
Channeling psionic energy via the Great Power Eight Merging Flow's breathing technique, he spun like a top and unleashed a palm strike.
It was a heaven-shaking blow.
A palm technique infused with enough force to topple a building.
CRUNCH!
"...?!"
But that palm, laden with the mighty dragon clan's secret art, didn't even fully extend before his wrist was crushed.
He hadn't let his guard down.
The power in his opponent's weapon was just far beyond imagination, smashing his psionic-infused hand head-on.
"Sorry. Meant to just crush your fingers, but you're tougher than I thought—slight miscalculation..."
THWACK!
"WHAT!?"
When had she drawn it?
Without even fully unpacking the massive load on her back, the blonde woman had pulverized his wrist—and now apologized as the perpetrator.
Wang Giseong gritted his teeth and counterattacked, swinging his mangled arm at the blonde woman.
THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD!
From the Heaven King's Crashing Tower that pulverized her collarbone by dropping his shoulder, to the Twin Heaven Smashing Palms that crossed hands to shatter her jaw, and the Great Crashing Fall that overlapped them to crush her solar plexus.
Each form of the First Half-Style brought agony from his crushed wrist.
Yet Wang Giseong's technique flowed smoothly like water, dismantling the blonde woman without a single flaw.
She too was a Seven Dragon Society elite.
The 72 Kinds Martial Style she inherited wasn't handed down lightly over mere scratches.
STAB!
"Kya, that punchin' was straight outta old Hong Kong flicks. I'd learn it if I could."
Overextended, perhaps.
The small-eyed youth slipped in, stabbing a knife into his side—Wang Giseong couldn't dodge.
THUD!
But he ignored it.
While smashing the youth's head with a Typhoon Kick form, he yanked out the knife, channeled psionic energy, and staunched the wound.
"Get ready. You're next."
Wang Giseong snarled savagely at the now truly alone man.
Yet even facing the man who had slain his two comrades in an instant, the braided man showed no tension.
He just looked up from the sofa, smiling cynically.
"Temper like a rabid dog. Save the tough talk for after you kill my comrades proper."
"What nonsense? Your friends are already—"
"Great! Awesome! Fighting with your wrist half-gone—real fighter!"
"Coulda snuck in instead of cheering. One shot to the neck, done."
"No! That's cheap! Fight fair and die—Sword Master spirit!"
"..."
Wang Giseong was speechless.
The feel of crushing their bones and organs still lingered in his hands.
Yet the blonde woman and small-eyed youth stood there whole again, as if nothing had happened—freezing him solid.
'What the hell are these guys?'
He'd guessed high-level players from the moment they appeared.
But that was wrong.
They weren't just high-level players.
It wasn't just their eerie ability to return unscathed after multiple "deaths."
The bizarre sense of wrongness—no tension or hostility even in combat—sent chills down his spine.
'Pure skill-wise, they're no ordinary foes.'
That wrist-crushing strike or the knife work—duke-class at minimum.
Factor in their unnatural combat finesse and immortality, and they might rival grand duke players.
'Where did three of these monsters come from?'
Wang Giseong couldn't comprehend.
In this Iron Age, grand dukes were half-kings. Outside the Ten Monarchs, few could match them.
Three unknown grand dukes? Shocking.
And them teaming up for one goal? Unfathomable.
'Gotta escape somehow.'
Abandoning the fight, Wang Giseong focused psionic energy at his feet.
Even if he died, he had to warn the Seven Dragon Society about these threats.
"Fighter, not charging?"
"Eyes rollin'—plannin' to bolt, huh."
"Then ladies first!"
They saw through his intent.
The blonde swung her massive weapon; the youth charged reverse-grip knife-first.
Wang Giseong fought desperately—dodging by arching back, crushing the knife with fist pressure, low-kicking their ankles.
After dozens of exchanges in a blink, he found an opening and leaped for the window.
Or tried to.
THUD!
"That's cheating. Once a fight starts, see it through, no?"
Until the braided man on the sofa drew his hand from his pocket.
Wang Giseong's eyes bulged.
Not just the glass repelling him like steel.
He recognized the item in the man's hand—in a flash.
'That skill—could it be...!'
Then it clicked.
Why he'd never heard of players this strong.
Why they threatened a stranger like him instead of official Seven Dragon Society channels.
But realization came too late.
His botched window escape threw off his balance, exposing a gap.
The blonde's weapon was already arcing for his head.
SMASH!!!
One strike.
All it took to shatter Wang Giseong's skull, pop his eyes from their sockets, and splatter brains everywhere.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
"Hey, crazy comrade. Dude's already toast—stop pounding."
"Really?"
"Can't tell? Brain's mush—no human survives that."
"Conrad, we split heads and crush hearts and don't die?"
"That ain't me."
"Confirm kill still matters?"
"...Do what you want."
"Yay!"
Taking his resigned words as permission, the beaming blonde smashed Wang Giseong again with her weapon.
The small-eyed youth clicked his tongue at the frog-like convulsing corpse—then turned to the braided man still lounging on the sofa, watching the slaughter casually.
"Comrade, now what? Insider plan's busted."
"It's fine."
"Got another scheme?"
"Of course. We already have a perfect plan."
As if he'd never dreamed of a Plan B,
the youth gaped in surprise, and the man smiled leisurely, revealing his plan.
"No insider? Keep killing until one appears."
"The fool here was me for expecting better..."