I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 308



EP.308 Fire in Jangan

Even in the world of assassins there are levels.

Surprisingly assassination requests are not common in the central region.

Because if there is a bastard you really want to kill just kill it and run away.

The land in the midfield is large and if you run away you won’t be able to find it.

If the dead person is Jang Sam or an ordinary citizen there is no need to run far because the coffin doesn’t even pretend to make an effort to find the culprit.

That is why the Chinese people are a wild people with a mindset of ‘let’s kill and disappear’ rather than ‘I want to kill’.

However if you don’t want to run away but need to kill someone you can ask someone else to do it.

These customers are in the same class.

There is no need to use spells for requests of the same class.

If the target of assassination is an ordinary citizen there are always people ready to kill for free without the need to mobilize assassins.

Ruined lives mainly occur in gambling halls.

Some are debtors who have been scammed or have unfortunate stories behind them.

If it were not for the Qing Dynasty it would have occurred in large numbers in Naknyeong land as well.

And if the other person appears to be wealthy or you can tell from the looks of it that the request is not to kill ordinary civilians they will treat you with a silver rank.

The room Cheong entered was silver level.

And from here on out these are requests from professional assassins professionals who make it their job to kill people.

It was also an expensive request to be handled by the assassination group that controlled the neighborhood.

There is a limited express service above that but there is no separate window to receive customers.

This is because special customers are top figures such as decision-makers at major companies high-ranking officials or the region’s largest military attaché.

Since they greet each other separately and set up a line there is no need for customers to come to the counter.

In Cheong’s opinion no matter how much he thought about it it was information that could not be given to more than one hermit.

Isn’t this story about the life of a living being just a fun story that Jegal would have told out of boredom if he were around?

hmm. Unfortunately.

Since I couldn’t pay the ransom I couldn’t save myself.

And after listening to it I realized that it is very systematic. If these bastards who make a living by killing people are systematic how long have they been doing it?

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What a shame. capital punishment.

As a result the two thugs who were shaking on their knees urinated.

“madam. nastily. “Why do grown men urinate indoors rather than in the open?”

“Please save me. please. “I will live a good and kind life.”

“Hmm. is it so. Live a good life. Since I said I was going to live a good life I’ll take a look at it at least once. But not twice. “You know what I mean right?”

“yes! yes! “I will live a good life!”

However I would say that this is not a time for the two guys to be thankful but rather a situation where they should be feeling unfair.

Both were close falling short of 100 points.

It looks like he didn’t act like a folding screen for a subject that was difficult to come by but surprisingly didn’t do anything stupid.

“From what I’ve seen he doesn’t seem like a very bad guy so I’m sparing him.”

“Yes yes!”

“Thank you!”

The pronunciation is not clear because they are shaking their bodies but when they say that they will save their lives the two guys change their posture from kneeling to bowing immediately.

When I knock on the door the thugs guarding the outside open the iron door with a clanking sound of the latch being released.

The petty information included in the ransom price said that the room was soundproof but only after the door was opened and the bloody and bloody smell leaked out did the gangsters’ expressions change.

One hundred twenty one hundred seven.

It was a close call but I passed.

Although he left his weapon behind Cheong’s body is already a human weapon that transcends humanity.

Minority on the right black number on the left.

It was an amazing sight of two of the world’s ten greatest magic craftsmen performing in one person.

hmm. As expected the taste of black pork is a bit better.

But it came from the left and it came from the right.

It was when Cheong was looking left and right wondering which way he was going.

Isn’t Seoliri gently grabbing Cheong’s sleeve and leading him along?

It was a very subtly helpful comment.

As the Qing progressed corpses lined up in the underground hallways. The guys guarding the door or the guys wandering around.

Of course there were a few living ones among them.

“oh. It’s not okay. Gunyeong I can’t use it. It’s not him. Let him go. “He will be saved.”

Seoliri who was beating Thrush very excitedly by grabbing him by the collar and saying he was a third-rate gangster looks at Cheong as if asking why.

But why do you leave the ice ball and beat it with your fists?

“Shh. Is he okay? He asked. “No you lose.”

“yes.”

He doesn’t complain about why he does that and listens really well which is really cute.

The theory is that unless they are occasionally stubborn they are basically docile and listen well.

“I don’t like calling you Gu Ning.”

– As soon as I think about it I rebel.

However if you thought the child had become very docile like before you would say ‘Don’t call me Gu-nyeong.’ And I would have just cut it.

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There is a huge gap between don’t call me that and I don’t like being called that.

“You’re using a pseudonym. “Just be patient.”

“I said it was Gunyeong not military camp.”

“It’s because pronunciation is difficult. Bye bye. how is it?”

“I said Gu Ning again.”

Suddenly mischievousness comes out of nowhere.

Originally Cheong’s way of loving animals was quite mischievous.

But honestly isn’t it just perfect?

Basically the person who is the most left out in a group is called a hole.

Gunyeong is truly of the highest quality with no single part of her being inferior.

So it is the biggest hole among holes.

She is a beauty that would be shameful no matter where she is displayed.

Even if the real face wasn’t my taste…

“It was a nickname filled with affection. Gunyeong um. Isn’t it cute and nice? “Can’t I just call you Gu Ning?”

Seoliri thought for a moment and answered.

“I still don’t like it.”

“why? Gunyeong. “Isn’t it cute?”

“It’s not cute at all.”

“It’s cute to me. “Why not?”

“…I still don’t like it.”

It seems like a bit of hesitation might be worth pushing a little harder.

He seemed to dislike it quite a bit so I thought I’d just end it here.

It was Cheong who was passing through the blood path.

Of course piercing a blood route means clearing a path with the blood and sacrifice of oneself or one’s fellow forces but in any case blood is spread in a straight line along the passage so even if it is the blood of enemies a blood route can be called a blood route.

Then as soon as I turned the corner I saw a dazzling golden door standing in place.

The late receptionist who said you knew him when you saw him? The broker’s cry comes to mind.

and. You can really tell when you see it.

When the gatekeepers guarding the golden gate saw the two covered in blood they immediately shouted.

“What bitches!”

“grow!”

“intruder-”

At the same time the guy groped his neck pulled out the rope and hurriedly took out the thing attached to the end and grabbed it. As soon as Cheong saw the figure he stepped on it and fired it like a cannonball.

In Cheong’s hand a whitish line of water left an afterimage in a straight line dividing the space and the guy looked down at his chest in disbelief.

To be exact Cheong’s right hand was buried in the solar plexus exposing only the white wrist.

Either way Cheong grabbed the flute from the man’s neck and ripped it off.

It is a small black family register the size of two fingers.

“Hey. this. that’s right. It looked like this. I remember it right away when I saw it. and. Memories just came flooding back. But it’s not a good memory is it?”

Cheong takes off his crane if he hears the sound of family registration.

It’s because of the dirty memories that were blowing from all directions screaming like animals.

But is there that whistle over here that they used to blow?

“It’s big.”

Meanwhile the other guy was secretly fumbling with the necklace so Cheong urgently threw away the family register he was holding.

“evil!”

If I had my temperament I would have stuck it in my eye but I was in a hurry so I just stuck it between my eyebrows!!

It was an amazing sound considering the sound of a small two-finger flute clashing with foreheads.

The power is so great that the head of the person hit by the flute is thrown back.

And at that moment-

The sound of pattering gets closer and silver hair tickles Cheong’s cheek.

Pure white cold air rising from the shoulders.

The blazing white frost burning in the shape of a flame gathers together in the shape of a dragon shaking off frozen scales and wrapping around Seoliri’s arms.

Then with a loud explosion sound the leader of the Seoliri hits the enemy’s chest and just in time the frost dragon that touches his fingertips burrows into the enemy’s body.

and. what! How cool is that!

I couldn’t hold back an exclamation as I forgot to remove the blade that Cheong had stuck in my chest.

The sight of a beautiful woman flying with a frost dragon and striking down an enemy was a painting-like scene that could truly be described as an explosion of beauty.

If it was winter or rain we would have been able to see Bingryong but the only activity we saw of Seoliri in Cheongi’s mountain house was as if she was running away but was beaten like a dog and dragged by her hair.

I gave high praise to Doksim who took revenge by feeding his arms and legs with shaved ice but other than that wasn’t his behavior so pathetic that I couldn’t possibly treat him as an unmanned person?

But we are so excited!

“Wow.”

A guy who was hit hard in the solar plexus by a frozen kidney flinched unable to breathe due to the physical shock rather than the cold.

At that moment another frost dragon rises from the opposite shoulder of Seoliri and the outstretched left hand strikes the solar plexus again.

Bye. There was a sound I heard with my eyes.

The guy with his chest hollowed out falls down with blood pouring out.

hmm. But isn’t it ice ball?

So you just have to freeze and do it?

Why are my ribs shattered?

“Ugh…”

A blood boiling sound that interrupts Qing’s thoughts.

Oops. Look at my mind.

It was only then that Cheong shook off Sosu who was still lukewarmly inside someone else’s body.

He was a gatekeeper who desperately held on to Cheong’s wrist but how could he overcome the resistance of a female enemy with the highest strength in mankind?

“and. Come here. I just thought it was really unmanned. It’s cool. I watched it again a little bit. really.”

“…?”

Seoliri tilted her head and then-

“Are you really unmanned? So until now-”

“now. That’s it. Is that Bing Baek Kidney? It’s so cool. Why does something like a dragon just appear? Then if you use the Tathagata Kidney shouldn’t you just open the Buddha? Honestly I’m a bit jealous. “It’s not for nothing that I hear people talking about purple or magic.”

The corner of Seoliri’s mouth curved very subtly.

If Seoliri childcare expert Cheong were to interpret that facial expression it would be an energetic expression.

Cheong is not talking nonsense.

After seeing it with my own eyes I really want it.

Why is it so cool?

However I don’t know what effect it had because the frost dragon dug in but wasn’t it supposed to be cool in the first place?

It is said that his level of strength is only that of a first-class brawler so he may just not be as powerful.

“Can you show me one more time?”

“yes.”

In response Seoliri summoned small frost dragons. It looks like it could be called several small dragons. The cute little dragons wrap around the arms twirling even to the fingers and burn at the end before scattering in vain and disappearing.

“Originally it should have been Bingryong. “But it’s a hot day.”

The theory was that he didn’t say it was because his skills were pathetic.

Seol-iri who was looking at Cheong’s envious gaze suddenly tried to say something-

“hmm. Go back later and show it again. “First of all finish what you’re doing.”

Cheong pushed open the golden door.

Then inside a surprised sight is seen of the gold-level receptionist who was propped up on the desk with both legs propped up and her arms hanging down to support her head.

I was so shocked that I was so shocked that I fell off the chair.

They said it was soundproof so it seems like my colleagues were dozing off without even knowing that they were sleeping outside.

At the same time the guys with their faces covered in masks who were standing with their backs to the left and right behind the fallen guy all rushed at Cheong.

However the speed was such that by the time the registration book fell and hit the floor it had already rushed right in front of Cheong’s eyes and his vision was immediately filled with enemies as if they were literally rising from the ground.