I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 38



[Episode 38] Honestly, you need to understand this.

Only Cheong knew that Cheong had made up his mind.

So everyone just did what they were doing.

The Taiping Prosecutor’s Office once again demanded fair compensation as a provider of protection.

President Jang protests his injustice.

However the warriors of the Taiping Swordsman were in fact only the lowest level of the organization. They had no authority to decide whether to accept or not receive protection money.

In the end President Jang was forced to pay protection money.

Since it was a future that had already been decided a long time ago there was nothing particularly unusual about it.

The singularity occurred elsewhere.

In fact Nam Gang-jeong the leader of the Taepyeong Prosecutor’s Office had a woman who had been on his mind ever since he entered the bar.

Ever since Mr. Seo the most beautiful woman in the past frowned the vast majority of people in Central Plains have developed a strange sexual preference called frowning.

Since Nam Gangjeong was an ordinary military man his sexual preferences were the same as everyone else.

The sight of a woman drinking a glass of wine with a world-weary expression as if she is somehow uncomfortable!

Plus I was more attracted to her because she wasn’t that beautiful. I thought I could try rubbing it together.

If it weren’t for the work of a solemn recluse I would have rushed over right away and wanted to share my concerns.

As I was doing that I saw a woman coming towards me.

Even with a gentle eye smile!

Dreamlike imaginations unfolded in Nam Gangjeong’s head.

Nam Gang-jeong should have looked at Cheong’s hands rather than his face.

If that were the case you would have remembered the old bar adage that there is no one who approaches you with a bottle of liquor in his hand.

The good will be good but the good will not be good.

A good person does not come like this and a request that comes with a smile is definitely not a good state.

Unfortunately Nam Gangjeong’s plans for a happy future came to an end in the form of a physical collision between his head and a bottle of alcohol.

It was a battle between a cheap porcelain bottle and a skull.

The result was exactly what anyone could easily predict.

Pajak.

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The shattered pieces of porcelain flew around the world mixed with the scent of the shipper.

Nam Gangjeong drenched in strong alcohol stumbled.

Not because I was drunk but because I got hit right on the top of my head.

However the martial artist at the end of the second attempt barely managed to collapse from a bottle of alcohol.

The reason it is described as the end of the second-rate is because people in the world are not leisurely enough to divide second-rate brats into elementary middle and high.

Nam Gang-jeong screamed.

“What are you doing?”

“Happiness and defeat. Riot. And again the truth.”

Cheong explained his actions clearly.

Originally the sword should have been drawn at this point but Cheong’s appearance granted Nam Gangjeong one more patience.

“Sozer. Right now Sojeo is being very rude to the disciple of the Great Taiping Swordsman. “Maybe you drank too much…”

“what? “Why don’t you understand?”

Cheong tilted his head.

“It’s not like they’re arguing about the Great Pacific or anything they’re just causing trouble in a bar.”

Nam Gang-jeong wondered what was different between the two.

Cheong obediently gave the answer.

“You received protection money. “Isn’t the protection fee the cost of protecting the store from a person who is causing a ruckus in a bar?”

“…?”

Cheong pointed at himself with a long finger.

“here. truth.”

Cheong folded his fingers and pushed forward. Namgangjeong’s chin turns slightly.

Then Cheong’s opposite fist drew a semicircle.

Nam Gangjeong’s crooked chin was corrected.

It was a blow that took a bit more force so it ended up spinning in the opposite direction.

Nam Gang-jeong who was hit on the chin stumbled and fell down and Cheong clasped his hands together and shook himself off.

“ruler. Now adding mayhem. Are you just going to watch?”

Those words became a signal.

However he did not draw his sword in the end but it was not because he was a political faction.

This was because the trend of looking down on female warriors in the central plains did not last a day or two.

To begin with they are disciples who only play the harp so their inaction cannot be outstanding.

Cheong struck struck struck and swung.

If you grab their wrists and push them they both fall down.

When I hit the shin of the guy running towards me with my toe I grabbed it with both hands and rolled on the floor.

“This is not average skill! “Everyone!”

Nam Gang-jeong who came to his senses after overcoming a brief concussion shouted and rushed forward.

Still it was just as cute.

Cheong was fighting without any internal attack.

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If you use your inner strength you will explode rather than hit.

However Cheong is a world-class person even without his original strength.

As his martial arts skills increased his abilities increased one by one and he was now one of the best in the midfield based on pure strength alone.

His basic abilities were also very outstanding.

This was the reason why Cheong was able to survive the early days of Jungwon where stabbing was a normal daily life even with no knowledge and the soft heart of a modern person.

While Cheong was moving between the blades picking out the painful area and hitting it the top of the man’s head who was falling forward suddenly caught his eye.

uh? me too? Can you do nuclear night?

Long fleeting moments of humiliation.

A favor I couldn’t possibly return to my teacher.

With that heart I will allow my disciples to give.

That was when Cheong clenched his fist with his middle finger protruding.

“stop! stop!”

Nam Gang-jeong who had been severely beaten cried out desperately struggling with his hands.

The eyelids were already blue and swollen.

“Thank you for putting the matter in my hands. “I know I am lacking so please allow me to leave.”

I didn’t take matters into my hands I just beat them.

Still since he was a guy who was just pretending to show off his skills his bones weren’t damaged and he seemed to be standing up just fine.

“what. This is your Taepyeong checkpoint. Oh memorize this. I like it because it’s easy. Anyway isn’t this the company you protect? “You’re leaving like this?”

“Like I already said.”

“That’s it.”

Cheong interrupted Namgangjeong.

“You saved my life so leave the sword here instead. “I should gain something too.”

At those words the warriors of the Taiping Swordsman looked at each other and looked at each other in silence.

Still Nam Gang-jeong stepped forward as the leader.

“The sword of Sojeo is like the life of Geomsu the chieftain.”

“That’s it. I’m a swordsman too right? “Shall we risk our lives and have a serious sword fight?”

Cheong pointed to the table where he was sitting with his chin.

The warriors who saw the Moonlight Sword (No. 8) quietly leaning against it eventually let go of the sword.

The sight of the Taepyeong swordsmen leaving with their shoulders slumped was extremely lonely.

“Whoa.”

It was kind of fun. ji. only. this. Shit!

As soon as the game was over Cheong’s expression was distorted by the intense pain that struck him again and all kinds of numbness aching and tangles that ached his body.

It even leaked a little and felt wet and uncomfortable.

Did all the women in the world live like this? oh my god!

I’m really sad that I couldn’t film the climax.

Cheong was looking for alcohol and thought he missed it.

It was disheveled with what was once a disease.

My drink….

“Here is Jeomsoy…”

“Hey customer.”

Not Jeomsoy but the president himself came forward.

The round bottle in my hand looked luxurious even from its packaging.

Cheong waved his hand.

“Hey you don’t have to thank me in particular.”

“That’s not it. Take this. that.”

President Geum hesitated unable to continue speaking.

It was obvious that I couldn’t do it.

I guess he’s asking me to leave now.

“Hey boss. If I leave now will the boss be safe? Obviously those bastards are bringing their mother. If I’m not there at that time the boss will do it for me. Isn’t it? “Do you do business for a day or two?”

This was a fact that Cheong had discovered through past experience.

Cubs belonging to the Murim Bangpa would always run away and call their mother or an equivalent being.

When Cheong was living in the lower class he was badly burned and had no choice but to run away.

now? me. master. A huge expert.

But this coriander is in very bad condition.

“I’ll take care of everything here so just give me a drink. Oh it’s annoying. See.”

Cheong’s frustration overflowed.

With a bored look on his face President Geum put down the liquor jar and quickly disappeared into the kitchen or a similar place.

Cheong peeled off Dong-i’s oiled cloth.

As soon as I opened it a strong scent hit me.

It’s a bowl the size of a child’s head but once you become an expert you can pour it into a small glass with a capacity of about five peas without spilling a single drop.

After drinking it like that I couldn’t tell if it was alcohol or alcohol.

So I liked it.

As I was downing several drinks in a row without any snacks an old beggar came up to me and started talking to me.

“Look here young sage.”

“What is it? I don’t buy it. Go away.”

Cheong waved his arm bluntly.

“Hehe the young scholar is kind of heartless.”

“grandfather. I have a lot of bad memories with beggars right? “Even if I’m harsh you appreciate that I respect my elders right?”

“Hehe…”

“Otherwise they may suddenly attack the elderly.”

Qing originally retreated to older people.

Older people here do not mean older.

He spoke of people who are reaching an age where they cannot hide their wrinkles and whose days are short.

“Kuhum keuhum.”

The old man cleared his throat.

Then he strangely groped my waist.

It looked like he was asking me to look here.

Cheong glanced at him and saw that he was dressed in a very shabby-chic outfit but only the rope around his waist was stiff and new.

Cheong knows these beggars.

They were very strong beggars.

In ancient China there were even beggars who learned martial arts and they walked around with ropes like that tied around their waists.

As is usual with Qing knowledge I experienced it with my own body.

And as usual Qing’s knowledge was short.

But now Cheong was a master.

A beggar has to be strong to be a beggar. I’m not afraid.