The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong โ€“ Chapter 25.1

๐‚๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“: ๐‘๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐€๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ

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.

โ€œSi. . . SirSiwoo, if that little bastard hadnโ€™t died, would you have spared him?โ€

The old man bowed his head to the ground and pleaded for the dying Volk.

โ€œIt is a small wish from this old man. Please grant me a shred of mercy from your esteemed power.โ€

โ€œVery well, raise your head.โ€

Siwoo restored him, partly because he liked the old manโ€™s attitude and partly because he had no intention of killing him anyway.

[๐‹๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฅ] 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,

โ€œ. . . . . .Cou. . . . . .Cough!โ€

Volk coughs and gasps as he inhales deeply.

His blurry vision clears.

He looks between the old man and Siwoo.

โ€œWho the hell. . .ย  old man. . . . . . .โ€

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 โ€˜s administrators treated the old man with a certain degree of respect, and even arrogant pricks like Volk meekly obeyed the old manโ€™s orders.

โ€˜๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™๐™๐™ง๐™š๐™š ๐™‘๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง๐™–๐™—๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฎ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฎ. . . .โ€™

The old man remained kneeling, as if waiting for Siwooโ€™s next instruction.

โ€œThis brat.โ€

Siwoo showed him the photo again.

โ€œHave you seen him?โ€

The old man stared blankly and swallowed.

A physical sign of nervousness.

A slight ripple of magic.

Siwoo waited for the old manโ€™s answer.

Then, Volk, who had been watching the scene, interjected.

โ€œHey. . . listen. We really donโ€™t know. . . . There are more than one or two underworld organizations.โ€

He was just about to cross the line.

โ€œ. . . . . . .โ€

Siwoo sucked in his breath.

Volk misunderstood the gesture and added,

โ€œHis face is all over the place. How many times have I nearly been killed by you? Do you think Iโ€™d lie? This old man doesnโ€™t know either. . . . . . .โ€

He had crossed the line.

โ€œHey.โ€

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.

โ€œI have no business with you.โ€

His face was as cold as if the skin was peeling off.

โ€œShut your mouth.โ€

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.

โ€œBefore I tear you limb from limb and throw you to the dogs.โ€

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.

โ€œHey, old man.โ€

โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œYou have one chance.โ€

Sweat poured down the old manโ€™s forehead like rain.

โ€œ. . . . . .Yes.โ€

The power of life and death.

โ€œI will not tolerate falsehoods. If you do not wish to die, but to become a body that cannot die.โ€

Siwooโ€™s words revealed not a shred of doubt or compassion.

His answer would determine the fate of himself and Volk.

โ€œWho is he?โ€

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.

โ€˜๐™‡๐™š๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š.โ€™

The giant of the Korean Hunter world,

โ€˜๐™๐™๐™š ๐™๐™๐™ง๐™š๐™š ๐™‘๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง๐™–๐™—๐™ก๐™š๐™จ.โ€™

An existence he had always revered as a fellow first-generation.

The old man, driven by instinct,

โ€œThe man in the photo is a member of our organization . One of the assassins of ใ€ˆBESTIAใ€‰. . . .โ€

Confessing the truth to Siwoo,

โ€œHe is called โ€˜Black Mambaโ€™.โ€

He felt a surge of awe welling up inside him.

โ€œBlack Mamba. . . . . . .โ€

The name of an African venomous snake.

Siwoo savoured the alias in his mind.

He was finally one step closer to avenging his discipleโ€™s death.

โ€œWhat is an assassin?โ€

โ€œIt refers to the four most skilled killers in the current ใ€ˆBESTIAใ€‰ organization . They are stronger than me or that little bastard.โ€

Of course they would be strong. Thatโ€™s why Min-jun had been defeated.

โ€œSo where is that snake bastard?โ€

The old man shook his head at the sight of Siwoo, who looked as if he would tear him apart right now.

โ€œI swear itโ€™s not a lie, we donโ€™t know each otherโ€™s locations.โ€

โ€œSo you canโ€™t find him?โ€

โ€œIt would be impossible to โ€˜goโ€™ to him first. However, it is possible for him to โ€˜comeโ€™.โ€

โ€œ. . . . . .Thereโ€™s a meeting?โ€

The old man opened his eyes wide and nodded.

โ€œItโ€™s an organization meeting held once every two years.โ€

โ€œWhen is it?โ€

โ€œIn one week.โ€

โ€œWhere is it?โ€

The old man took a deep breath at Siwooโ€™s question.

It was as if he had made up his mind about something.

โ€œI will tell you the location, but I have one request.โ€

โ€œWhat is it? Iโ€™ll hear it and decide.โ€

Siwoo narrowed his eyes, as if to say donโ€™t waste my time with useless talk.

โ€œWe are already marked for death for divulging secrets. We will have already been targeted by the organization through ใ€ŒOath of Silenceใ€.โ€

โ€œ. . . . . . .โ€

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