๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐: ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
The old man kneeled down.
There was no falsehood or deceit in that posture.
It was absolute submission, in the truest sense of the word.
Choi Dae-soo had become president and had erased all records of Min Siwoo, so he had not expected any of the Hunters to recognise his face.
Well, not his face exactly, but his technique.
“Si. . . SirSiwoo, if that little bastard hadn’t died, would you have spared him?”
The old man bowed his head to the ground and pleaded for the dying Volk.
“It is a small wish from this old man. Please grant me a shred of mercy from your esteemed power.”
“Very well, raise your head.”
Siwoo restored him, partly because he liked the old man’s attitude and partly because he had no intention of killing him anyway.
[๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ] infuses the plundered life force back into him.
Flesh fills out and colour returns to his face.
His ragged breathing steadies.
As he transforms from a near-corpse back to his original state,
“. . . . . .Cou. . . . . .Cough!”
Volk coughs and gasps as he inhales deeply.
His blurry vision clears.
He looks between the old man and Siwoo.
“Who the hell. . . old man. . . . . . .”
He mutters to himself, addressing the old man.
The old man was close to being a high-ranking executive in the organization .
Although they were in the same organization , everyone respected his strength as a first-generation Hunter who had spent a long time in the shadows.
Even the organization ‘s administrators treated the old man with a certain degree of respect, and even arrogant pricks like Volk meekly obeyed the old man’s orders.
‘๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐๐ก๐๐จ ๐๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ. . . .’
The old man remained kneeling, as if waiting for Siwoo’s next instruction.
“This brat.”
Siwoo showed him the photo again.
“Have you seen him?”
The old man stared blankly and swallowed.
A physical sign of nervousness.
A slight ripple of magic.
Siwoo waited for the old man’s answer.
Then, Volk, who had been watching the scene, interjected.
“Hey. . . listen. We really don’t know. . . . There are more than one or two underworld organizations.”
He was just about to cross the line.
“. . . . . . .”
Siwoo sucked in his breath.
Volk misunderstood the gesture and added,
“His face is all over the place. How many times have I nearly been killed by you? Do you think I’d lie? This old man doesn’t know either. . . . . . .”
He had crossed the line.
“Hey.”
The low growl of a predator.
A chilling gaze full of menace.
The grass and trees rustled in fear, though there was no wind.
The flow and temperature of the air changed, and for the first time, a faint killing intent radiated from Siwoo.
But the intensity was on a different level to that of other Hunters.
They could barely breathe under the oppressive weight that stabbed at them like needles.
“I have no business with you.”
His face was as cold as if the skin was peeling off.
“Shut your mouth.”
Volk shed tears and saliva, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the presence he had never felt before.
Not an ability, skill, or magic, but pure killing intent.
“Before I tear you limb from limb and throw you to the dogs.”
Volk nodded frantically, his face pale.
Until a moment ago, his mind had been in turmoil, torn between his fear of the organization and his fear of Siwoo.
He had even thought that it would be better to continue to lie to this man and live, rather than become a target of the organization.
That was why he had deliberately sided with the old man and spoken on his behalf, but that had been a huge mistake.
The brief surge of killing intent had changed everything.
“Hey, old man.”
“Yes.”
“You have one chance.”
Sweat poured down the old man’s forehead like rain.
“. . . . . .Yes.”
The power of life and death.
“I will not tolerate falsehoods. If you do not wish to die, but to become a body that cannot die.”
Siwoo’s words revealed not a shred of doubt or compassion.
His answer would determine the fate of himself and Volk.
“Who is he?”
The old man closed his eyes.
He had been a member of the organization for 15 years.
In those 15 years, he had never betrayed the organization, not once.
On the contrary, he had acted as a hitman, seeking out and eliminating traitors.
However,
Even those long years,
Could not overcome the terror that enveloped him like the jaws of death.
‘๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐.’
The giant of the Korean Hunter world,
‘๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ง๐๐๐ก๐๐จ.โ
An existence he had always revered as a fellow first-generation.
The old man, driven by instinct,
“The man in the photo is a member of our organization . One of the assassins of ใBESTIAใ. . . .”
Confessing the truth to Siwoo,
“He is called ‘Black Mamba’.”
He felt a surge of awe welling up inside him.
“Black Mamba. . . . . . .”
The name of an African venomous snake.
Siwoo savoured the alias in his mind.
He was finally one step closer to avenging his disciple’s death.
“What is an assassin?”
“It refers to the four most skilled killers in the current ใBESTIAใ organization . They are stronger than me or that little bastard.”
Of course they would be strong. That’s why Min-jun had been defeated.
“So where is that snake bastard?”
The old man shook his head at the sight of Siwoo, who looked as if he would tear him apart right now.
“I swear it’s not a lie, we don’t know each other’s locations.”
“So you can’t find him?”
“It would be impossible to ‘go’ to him first. However, it is possible for him to ‘come’.”
“. . . . . .There’s a meeting?”
The old man opened his eyes wide and nodded.
“It’s an organization meeting held once every two years.”
“When is it?”
“In one week.”
“Where is it?”
The old man took a deep breath at Siwoo’s question.
It was as if he had made up his mind about something.
“I will tell you the location, but I have one request.”
“What is it? I’ll hear it and decide.”
Siwoo narrowed his eyes, as if to say don’t waste my time with useless talk.
“We are already marked for death for divulging secrets. We will have already been targeted by the organization through ใOath of Silenceใ.”
“. . . . . . .”