"It still stings... why did she suddenly hit the back of my head..."

While Yongcheon, who still didn't know what he had done wrong, was pouting, the food came out.

He wasn't a particularly outstanding cook, and the food wasn't anything special, but it was a moving meal for everyone.

And for good reason. It was the first restaurant food Yongcheon and the children had ever tasted, and for Cheonyeong...

"So this is the taste of home."

To exaggerate, he almost burst into tears.

It had been seven years in his current age, but in terms of the years he had lived, wasn't it the taste of his hometown that he was tasting for the first time in twenty years?

"Captain, why are you about to cry while eating?"

"Just..."

"See, Sanghui got angry for no reason! She ruined a good atmosphere."

Yongcheon glared at Sanghui with a still-unresolved expression.

Shut up, you big idiot.

You're the one ruining the atmosphere.

A guy with no sense at all.

Why did Sanghui fall for a guy like this?

He racked his brain, but... no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out the reason.

"Do you want to eat this? It's delicious."

"You eat it."

"Tsk!"

He could only let out a hollow laugh at the sight of the two bickering.

Even if you're blinded by love... of all people.

Anyway, he was finally back.

Eating his hometown food made that fact hit him hard.

Now, let's get it back.

From the creditors...

And take revenge for the ruin of his innocent family.

And then rebuild the family.

Mandeokjang?

No, let's not be a pushover who helps others for no reason anymore.

Since he's already become a martial artist, he'll establish a martial family.

The beginning is just a house in ruins, and six comrades who lived as vagrants, but someday, it will become the number one family in the world, beyond Sichuan.

A supreme sect that no one can mess with...

And Jingagu.

I will never forgive you guys.

You who made me live my whole life as a damn assassin, and chased me to the end and killed me.

"Hey, captain."

"Yeah?"

Just as he was lost in thought, planning a rosy future, Hwangsam cautiously spoke to him.

Seeing his expression, he seemed to know what he was going to say.

"Order it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Today is a day worth celebrating."

"Yeah!"

At Cheonyeong's quick-witted words, Hwangsam raised his hand and shouted.

"Here, alcohol! One bottle... no, give it to us by the jug!"

A young kid with a big appetite.

This guy seemed like he would become a heavy drinker.

"Hey, captain?"

"Order it."

"Yeah! Add some pork here too!"

Yongcheon raised his hand energetically and shouted.

"Captain."

"Order it."

At the requests of the children who each had a purpose, Cheonyeong allowed it with a generous heart.

What does it matter, what does it matter... what does it matter if we spend all the money we earned from selling skins and medicinal herbs.

Let's eat, drink, and enjoy to our heart's content today.

It's on me!

Cheonyeong allowed the children everything, and the children began to order food endlessly, as if they were pigs about to be slaughtered.

The table was quickly filled with food dishes, with no gaps.

But good things are often followed by bad things.

Crash!

While Cheonyeong's group was turning into gluttons, the inn door opened as if it would break, and a group of men poured in.

One, he didn't care.

They must have had something urgent.

They must have been hungry after starving for a few days.

What does it matter if they look around the inn with angry faces?

They must have an angry face by nature.

He thought so.

But,

"That bastard! That bastard! One, two, three... six. Look. Their appearance has become neat, but the number and age range are perfect."

The men who came in angrily pointed their fingers at none other than Cheonyeong's group.

At the group of men who approached with thumping sounds, Cheonyeong and the children tilted their heads.

"You bastard!"

And at the sight of them suddenly looking down and shouting, Cheonyeong blinked his eyes.

"...Who?"

"Who do you think! You damn bastard! The person who lost his livelihood because of you!"

It's strange.

I haven't done anything yet.

I haven't even taken anyone's rice bowl.

"You sold the skins, right?"

"Hmm..."

At that one word, Cheonyeong, who had many thoughts, slowly examined their appearance.

Scars all over their faces.

That's sharp... something scratched them, ah, it's claws.

And the small knives at their waists.

Martial artists don't carry such knives.

Moreover, seeing the... calluses that were faintly visible on their hands.

"Bows?"

It's bows.

It was clearly the unique calluses of people who had pulled a bowstring for several years or more.

Then these people are...

"Hunters?"

"This bastard, seeing that you recognize us at once. You know about us."

I don't.

I just inferred from what I saw.

"I'm Kang Hansang."

"...?"

"You've heard of me, right?"

I haven't.

I just came to Ganyang today.

Even if I had come a long time ago, how would I know such a name?

I didn't even know the names of the vagrant gangs.

By the way, what's with the hunters?

There's no way they have any connection with us...

"You damn bastards! Young kids with such bad habits!"

"What's that?"

"Where did you steal those skins!"

"...Huh?"

What kind of bullshit is this?

Steal? What?

"I've already found out! Twenty wolves and a hundred rabbits!"

At the hunter's shouting, Yongcheon, who had been just listening, shouted and stood up.

"Who stole what! We caught them! In the mountains!"

"Shut up, you!

"..."

"Even skilled hunters who have been doing this for decades can't catch that many. But you young kids caught so many? A passing dog would laugh. Confess the truth! Where did you steal them!"

"I told you we didn't steal them! We really caught them!"

Baekgang also stood up.

"Don't talk nonsense! I was wondering why the animals kept disappearing from my traps. It must have been you guys!"

"That's right, brother! Didn't I say I saw the footprints? These guys must have secretly stolen the animals from our traps."

"You damn bastards! Do you know how much of a loss we suffered because you sold the skins for five silver coins?"

"Hmm."

Cheonyeong finally seemed to know the cause of the commotion.

"By any chance, are you the ones who trade with... Anga Leather at the three-way intersection?"

"Yes, you! I'm that Kang Hansang!"

The situation is finally becoming clear.

The people who came with Kang Hansang.

They are hunters.

If they traded with Anga Leather, they must be the unskilled hunter gang that shot countless arrows to catch a young wolf.

The words about taking their rice bowl... I understand.

Would their skins satisfy the customers who had already seen the high-quality goods we sold?

Pathetic people.

If your skills are lacking, you should think about improving your skills.

To come here and cause a scene like this.

But I don't want to ruin a good mood.

Wasn't the fur business just a means to get money right away?

Cheonyeong stood up with the intention of resolving it amicably and soothed them.

A learned person shouldn't use his fists carelessly, of course.

"Excuse me."

"..."

"We've been away from Ganyang for a long time, so we're not familiar with the situation, so it seems to have turned out like this. I'm sorry if it caused any trouble."

"..."

"Selling the skins was an unavoidable choice. We only sold them for one day, so please understand. I'll pay for your drinks out of my apology."

Cheonyeong tried to resolve it amicably by buying them a drink.

But the reaction he got was.

"Drinks?"

Kang Hansang let out a small laugh and slightly raised his chin.

With his arms crossed and one leg bent, it seemed like.

"Just drinks? This bastard is trying to be clever."

"...Huh?"

What did he just say?

"Do you think I came here to beg for drinks from a bastard like you?"

"Then?"

"The money from selling the skins!"

"...The money from selling the skins?"

"Give it all to me!"

"All of it?"

Cheonyeong's smiling eyes twitched slightly.

"Of course you have to give it all. Because it's the animal skins you stole from us and sold!"

"Ha!"

I'm at a loss for words.

There's no evidence that I stole them...

And in the first place, if they had caught them, could they have skinned them without a single flaw like us?

It's the first day, so I'm holding back because I don't want to cause trouble... but if it's like this, I'll get upset too.

They must have had this intention from the beginning.

I was trying to resolve it amicably.

"...Haa, this is a fight, right?"

"What?"

"It means it's a fight..."

"...?"

"Looking at you, you're trying to take the money by force, no different from a ruffian. Well then, the answer is out."

Cheonyeong muttered to himself and then looked at Kang Hansang and let out a small laugh.

"Hey."

"What? Hey? You young bastard! How old are you, you bastard!"

It's so classic.

I don't know why they ask such a thing before a fight.

If I'm younger, what are you going to do?

Do I have to get hit even if I'm beaten?

While using honorifics?

If the words that come are nice, the words that go will be nice too.

"In the first place, I didn't steal anything, but do you have any evidence that I did?"

"Of course! I saw it clearly!"

"So?"

"What?"

"By any chance, are you talking about the footprints from earlier?"

"Yeah!"

"Anyone else besides you?"

"...Other."

"None, right? Even if there were, only your gang would have seen it, right?"

"Th, that's."

"Then it's just a claim you guys are making."

"..."

"Do hunters have territory? Is there a law that says only you guys can sell things in the market?"

At Cheonyeong's sharp gaze and words, the hunter mumbled and glanced at Kang Hansang.

"None, right? Then why are you making a fuss? Ruining the mood of someone who's eating well. Huh?"

Was it because Cheonyeong suddenly went on the offensive?

The once-confident hunters began to get noticeably flustered.

"You young bastard, you've got quite a mouth on you."

In the end, Kang Hansang stepped forward again.

This is how guys who pick fights are.

When they're at a loss for words, they start talking about having a mouth.

But the look of contempt for the kids is still there.

He must be trusting only his age and physical condition.

"Looking at your expression, you seem to be planning something, but just go when I'm telling you nicely. I'm in a good mood today. It's a really good day. I don't want to see blood."

"What did you say?"

"I said get lost. Are your ears blocked?"

There was no way good words would come out of Cheonyeong's mouth, whose thought of resolving it amicably had completely disappeared.

Isn't he the type to not refuse a fight that's been started?

"This bastard! You're a guy who will only cry when you see the coffin, is that it? Alright! Let's have a funeral today, you rude kid!"

Well, it's obvious who's going to have a funeral...

But a person who is to become the head of a family can't fight with mere hunters, can he?

There's a knife for catching chickens, and a knife for catching cows.

"Yongcheon."

"Yeah?"

"The misters seem to be very tired. Give them a massage and put them to sleep."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. You've caught a wild boar in the mountains, right?"

"Yeah!"

"But be gentle, it'll be troublesome if those weak misters break a bone."

"Alright."

At Cheonyeong's words, Yongcheon rolled up his sleeves and strode forward.

The hunters were clearly startled by the pressure of his physique, which was much larger than an adult's.

"These bastards, so you had something to rely on. But you guys who only steal other people's things!"

Kang Hansang threw a powerful punch.

Thwack!

And Yongcheon was hit.

"You bastard, how is it? It hurts to the bone... right?"

Kang Hansang smiles as if he is confident of victory.

He's so confident after punching a kid.

Yongcheon, who was punched?

Of course, he's fine.

He's a guy with such good endurance that he wouldn't be hurt even if a wild boar hit him with all its might, so there's no way he'd be taken down by a hunter's weak punch...

If he falls from a punch like that, he has to start training all over again.

"What? Is that all?"

Yongcheon grimaced and looked at Kang Hansang, who was extending his fist.

"You..."

"Then, it's my turn now."

"Huh? W, wait a... minute..."

Crack! Thump!

Yongcheon, who grinned, swung his fist powerfully, and Kang Hansang, who flew to the end of the inn and hit the wall, dropped his head.

"Well, next."

Yongcheon smiled, making a cracking sound from his clasped hands.

The faces of the hunters who were looking at the unconscious Kang Hansang turned pale.

"Line up. One by one, I'll put you to sleep in a row."

As Yongcheon approached, the frightened hunters flinched and stepped back.

And at that moment.

Crash!

The inn door opened as if it would break.

"Which bastard put medicinal herbs in the pharmacy!"

It was the wild ginseng diggers.

Who had suffered a loss thanks to Cheonyeong selling high-quality medicinal herbs in the pharmacy street.

"Haa, the inn is booming, it's booming."

In a situation where he could predict what would happen next without even looking, Cheonyeong said to Baekgang.

"Baekgang."

"Yeah."

"You take care of that."

Thump!

As soon as the words were finished, Baekgang flew, and the wild ginseng diggers were laid out on the floor in a row without even being able to start a fight.

With the hunters.

(End of Chapter)