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Spotting Jo Birang poring over a pile of documents, Eom Baekyang asked, "What are you doing?"

"Ah, I'm analyzing past operations."

"What for? Did I tell you to do that? If I did, it was because I was drunk, my bad."

"No, sir. I'm not doing this because you asked me to do it."

"…Are your seniors bullying you?"

Eom Baekyang glanced at the other Radiant Hall employees. Hong Sabaek was dozing off, Im Yeongdal was peeling potatoes, and Wang Sochan was cleaning his nails with a throwing knife.

"No, that's not it either."

"Then why?"

"It's only right that I learn what operations were carried out and how. We need to learn from the mistakes of the past so that we can plan better in the future."

"That makes sense, but isn't it too much of a hassle?"

"Not at all," Jo Birang replied seriously. "The reason I applied for this job was to restore the justice and chivalry that has been sorely lacking in the current jianghu…"

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Eom Baekyang clamped a hand over Jo Birang's mouth. "Okay, that's enough! Fine, you can keep upholding justice in the jianghu. Just do it quietly, and don't ever talk to me about it again!"

Cringing, Eom Baekyang started to walk away, but he suddenly turned around and smacked Jo Birang on the back of the head.

"Why did you hit me?!" Jo Birang yelped.

"Because I'm glad that someone like you is working under me!"

"Ah, thank you!"

Leaving an even more motivated Jo Birang behind, Eom Baekyang entered the Director's office. Eager for news on Crimson Tiger's mission, Gu Yangseo was spending a lot more time in his office than he usually did.

"If that new guy was in charge, we'd all shrivel up from overwork…" Eom Baekyang muttered under his breath.

Gu Yangseo chuckled, "Haha!"

"I've assigned a new Black Sheep as of today."

"Give him light missions for now. He needs time to adjust."

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"Understood."

"Any idea what the previous one was trying to report?"

Eom Baekyang shook his head. "No, he was killed before he could hand over the info."

If the previous Black Sheep had even asked his handler for help, he must have uncovered something vital, but the clues he left were far too scarce.

"Keep investigating."

"Yes, sir."

Gu Yangseo lowered his voice. "By the way, Crimson Tiger successfully infiltrated the Nine Ironblood Brigades."

"Is that so?" Eom Baekyang nodded, unsurprised. That man truly was extraordinary.

Gu Yangseo stared out the window in a daze. "No matter what, this special operation must remain secret to the very end."

"Don't worry," Eom Baekyang reassured, sensing his boss's unease. "Crimson Tiger will do just fine."

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At the same time, thousands of miles away, a similar conversation was taking place.

"The Ten Evils have successfully infiltrated the Nine Ironblood Brigades," Giyeong reported.

Jongri Mun nodded with satisfaction.

"Also, we've figured out who the spy is," Giyeong added, his eyes gleaming darkly.

"Already?"

"Yes, our analysis shows it's almost certainly him."

"Who?"

"A guy named Yang Hyeon. If you give me permission, I'll eliminate him immediately."

Jongri Mun stroked his chin in contemplation. Even though Giyeong had correctly identified Crimson Tiger, he hesitated to have him executed immediately.

"Hmm… is he really here to kill the Ironblood Commander?"

No matter how much he thought about it, Jongri Mun couldn't understand why the Association would target the Ironblood Commander now of all times. Just as he would never deploy the strongest members of the Ten Evils without a good reason, the Association was no different.

Two years ago, the Association had targeted the Heaven-Destroying Corps Commander, Hwan Akso, because of his strong advocacy of war. If he wasn't eliminated, there was a good chance that he would have sparked chaos across the murim.

On the contrary, it didn't make sense to assassinate the Ironblood Commander, who wasn't actively messing with politics.

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There must be another reason I don't know about.

"Is something bothering you?" Giyeong asked.

"What do you think?" Jongri Mun looked at Giyeong intently. He was uncomfortable with this whole business, but he had nothing concrete to speculate on yet. "Can you figure out his objective?"

"Does it matter? He's already a fish in a net. Still… wouldn't the Ironblood Commander be displeased if he found out about this later?"

Everything, from Crimson Tiger's infiltration to the deployment of the Ten Evils, was done without the Ironblood Commander's knowledge.

"Of course, he would be," Jongri Mun chuckled.

Normally, he should have informed the Ironblood Commander. Even if Crimson Tiger was a fish in a net, he was a ferocious shark who had once escaped from a triple-layered net. Also, if the Ironblood Commander was indeed murdered, he would have to take full responsibility.

Nevertheless, Jongri Mun had no intention of letting the Ironblood Commander in on this just yet.

He had his reasons. First of all, unlike his loyal subordinate Giyeong, the Ironblood Commander was his political competitor.

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Of course, he wasn't so blinded by personal feelings that he wanted Crimson Tiger to slay the Ironblood Commander.

The Ironblood Commander was simply too prideful. The moment he heard about Crimson Tiger, he would want to deal with the man independently, even if it cost the Coalition valuable intel that they could use against the Association.

That was not what Jongri Mun wanted. He was determined to uncover the purpose behind Crimson Tiger's infiltration and dispel that uneasy feeling.

"This is an investigation we started, so we'll be the ones to finish it," he concluded.

"Understood."

"By the way, if there's an emergency, can the Evil you sent defeat him alone?"

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Giyeong smirked. "Did I say I only sent one in?"

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The carriage halted before a pair of enormous iron gates. This was the main entrance to the Evil Coalition's headquarters, a towering castle that even movement arts masters found impossible to climb.

Next to the gates stood a large guardhouse, with about thirty guards stationed around it. Interestingly, all of the guards had an extraordinary glint in their eyes, showing that they were expert martial artists, far removed from ordinary gatekeepers.

"Everyone, get off! We're here!"

The four new members of the Nine Ironblood Brigades stepped down from the carriage.

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Yong Hajin introduced the guardsmen proudly, saying, "These fine men are the warriors of the Suicide Squad, the pride of our Evil Coalition. They are the elite defenders who protect the Coalition with their lives."

The Guard Captain Ju Dal, leader of the main entrance gatekeepers, stepped forward. The instructor who had escorted the four new recruits handed him a document, which Ju Dal reviewed carefully.

"…New recruits of the Nine Ironblood Brigades, I see," Ju Dal remarked. Turning toward Crimson Tiger, he said, "Come with me one at a time. You first."

Crimson Tiger obediently followed Ju Dal toward the guardhouse, and four Suicide Squad martial artists trailed behind him.

Inside the guardhouse, an old man approached Crimson Tiger. "Don't move," he instructed, slowly touching Crimson Tiger's face.

Crimson Tiger played along. He's checking if I'm wearing a human skin mask or using a martial art that changes my appearance. He must be an expert in this field.

Fortunately, since the Thousand Transformations Hundred Faces Art was a top-tier disguise technique, the old man found nothing out of the ordinary despite his discerning eye and experience.

The old man nodded to Ju Dal. "This one's clear."

Ju Dal led Crimson Tiger back to the carriage. One by one, the other three were examined as well, but after observing them for days, Crimson Tiger already knew that none of them were wearing human skin masks. He couldn't tell if they were using disguise arts, though.

Finally, when all four candidates passed inspection, Ju Dal relaxed and clasped his hands together in greeting. "Congratulations on joining the Nine Ironblood Brigades. I hope you will all work hard for the Evil Coalition."

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The Suicide Squad martial artists behind him bowed in unison.

Smiling proudly, Yong Hajin accepted the greetings on behalf of the group. "Thank you for the welcome. We will do our best!"

The four of them climbed back aboard the carriage.

"Open the gate!"

With a rumble, the iron gates slowly swung open like a giant beast opening its huge maw, and the carriage drove through.

Crimson Tiger narrowed his eyes as he peered out the window. He had finally stepped into the Evil Coalition headquarters. Now, the real mission had begun.

Even after entering headquarters, the carriage continued to travel for a long time.

"Wow, this place is huge!" Soh Bung gasped, gazing around with the excitement of a child. " Hey, Yong Hajin. You must have been here many times, right?"

Yong Hajin shook his head. "I often came here when I was young… but this is my first time in recent years."

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"That's unexpected."

"My father is a man of principles," Yong Hajin replied firmly, but a shadow clouded his face. His relationship with his father had soured a long time ago.

The Bloody Asura Commander Yong Cheonse was known for both his ruthless methods and his impartiality. Unlike most Evil Coalition martial artists, he valued moral integrity… and to keep up that moral integrity, he had sacrificed even his son.

Yong Hajin found his father's decision to send him to the Nine Ironblood Brigades instead of letting him start as a common soldier in the Bloody Asura Corps both selfish and frustrating. Worse, his father hadn't even given him any hints about the Nine Ironblood Brigades' exam, despite the high fatality rate.

In the end, it was the bootlickers who wanted to gain his father's favor who gave him the answers to the background check and the solution to the final stage of the exam.

Soh Bung looked at Crimson Tiger and Bang Soso. "This is also the first time for both of you, right?"

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Crimson Tiger nodded. His mission two years ago had taken place in the deepest part of the Evil Coalition Headquarters, but after that incident, the locations of the Coalition's important buildings, internal security, and traps had been completely reorganized. In that sense, this was kind of his first time here.

"I don't know if I should say this, but you really don't seem to fit in with the rest of us," Soh Bung remarked.

"……" Crimson Tiger ignored Soh Bung and stared blankly out the carriage window.

"Why do you think so?" Bang Soso asked on Crimson Tiger's behalf.

"Doesn't he have a different aura from us small fries? Like he's destined for greater things."

Bang Soso nodded in agreement.

Crimson Tiger remained silent, pretending not to have heard the conversation. She can't have failed to sense Yong Hajin's animosity, yet she's still insisting on provoking him? I can't tell if she's intentionally doing this to sabotage me or if she's just naturally airheaded.

Yong Hajin scowled. All his life, he had always been the main character, the center of attention. People around him were always curious about him and listened to his words. Whenever he spoke, they praised him and envied him.

However, the conversation now revolved around Crimson Tiger, leaving Yong Hajin feeling completely alienated and powerless, like a total nobody. For the first time in his life, he was… jealous.

Just you wait. I'll squash your arrogant face beneath my feet!

Fighting to suppress his irritation, Yong Hajin said curtly, "You shouldn't judge a person by appearances."

Crimson Tiger inwardly agreed, but from the dismissive expressions on Soh Bung and Bang Soso's faces, he was the only one who took Yong Hajin's words seriously.

Just then, the carriage stopped.

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"Please disembark and report to that building over there," the escort instructor said.

The four of them got out of the carriage. They had arrived at the headquarters of the Nine Ironblood Brigades, known as the Nine Ironblood Garrisons. Symbolically, iron was used to construct the central building.

The instructor who had escorted them thus far turned back, leaving them alone. Now, the four of them were officially warriors of the Nine Ironblood Brigades.

They walked toward the central building as instructed. As they crossed the training ground, the martial artists of the Nine Ironblood Brigades, busy with their individual training, cast interested glances their way.

When they finally entered the building, a martial artist from the Nine Ironblood Brigades greeted them. "Come with me," he said, leading them to a waiting room at the end of a first-floor corridor.

"Wait here for a while," he said, then left.

"It's finally starting. Fufufu!" Yong Hajin laughed leisurely. After spending some time here, Father will surely request my transfer to the Bloody Asura Corps.

Soh Bung whispered to Crimson Tiger, "I hope we end up in the same brigade."

"What do you like so much about that guy? Do you have a thing for men?" Yong Hajin snapped coldly.

Soh Bung chuckled, "Friendship between men beats shallow love. Oh, yes, indeed."

Yong Hajin scoffed. "I doubt that friendship is pure."

"Only those who are pure can recognize true friendship."

At that moment, a middle-aged martial artist entered and set down four large leather pouches on the floor. "Welcome to the Nine Ironblood Brigades. I am First Nine," he said, placing extra emphasis on the word 'First.'

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Since the strongest martial artists in the Nine Ironblood Brigades belonged to the First Brigade, it was only natural for him to be proud of his rank.

So they really do drop their names and use only their assigned numbers, Crimson Tiger mused.

First Nine looked over the four newcomers carefully. "I have heard that your performance this year was outstanding, but do not think that those petty skills will work here. Do not be rude to your seniors, and always stay humble. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!" the four responded in unison.

"Who is Yong Hajin?"

"Me!"

"Is your father the Bloody Asura Commander?"

"Yes, he is."

First Nine then handed a leather pouch to Yong Hajin. "Don't expect any special treatment."

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"I'm prepared," Yong Hajin replied, but scoffed inwardly. Will you really be able to resist giving me special treatment?

Despite his dislike for his father, he was determined to exploit his old man to his advantage as much as he could.

First Nine then gave a leather pouch to Bang Soso. "Women get no special treatment here either. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

Next, he handed a pouch to Soh Bung. "If you keep grinning stupidly like that, sooner or later someone will get annoyed enough to break all your bones. Keep that in mind."

"Understood!"

Finally, First Nine handed a leather pouch to Crimson Tiger. "So, I guess this makes you Yang Hyeon?"

"Yes, sir."

"I hear you are quite cunning."

"I just got lucky."

"That's the spirit. Always be humble like that."

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"I'll keep that in mind."

First Nine stepped back and addressed the group, "Soon, a senior from your assigned brigade will come to pick you up, so wait here quietly for them. Also, from this moment onwards, forget everything about your past."

After speaking, First Nine left.

Crimson Tiger inspected the leather pouch. It contained the basic supplies of the Nine Ironblood Brigades. There was a booklet outlining the basic code of conduct, two sets of formal uniforms, two sets of training outfits, two boxes of willow leaf throwing knives, a box of first aid supplies, and a leather wrist holster for the throwing knives.

"What's in here?" Yong Hajin shook the box containing the throwing knives, but for a while, he couldn't figure out how to open it. When he finally did, he snorted indifferently. "Tsk, so it was just throwing knives. Only cowards use these."

Soh Bung's reaction was the exact opposite.

"Wow! These are great," he exclaimed in admiration as he pulled toyed around with a throwing knife.

Got him! Crimson Tiger's eyes sparkled.

He was familiar with the box's intricate lock, which could only be opened by inserting a finger and pushing upward with a click, as the Association provided similar boxes. However, Soh Bung had opened the box effortlessly on his first try.

He has definitely used such boxes before!

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It might seem trivial, but ordinary martial artists rarely used these throwing knife boxes. Only the soldiers of the Association and the Coalition did. Even Yong Hajin had struggled to open one on his first attempt.

He is definitely one of the Coalition's counterspies, Crimson Tiger concluded.

He glanced at Bang Soso, but she did not open the box.

Does she already know what is inside, or does she simply not care? I still can't get a good read on her.

"Hello, I'm Third Four. Is Soh Bung here?" a man asked, entering the building.

Soh Bung leapt to his feet. "Yes, sir!"

"You have been assigned to our brigade. Follow me!"

"Just me?"

Third Four frowned. "Did you think we would all hold hands and skip along? Are you here on vacation?"

"No, sir."

"Then get your act together!"

Annoyed, Third Four stormed out of the building. Soh Bung waved goodbye to the remaining three with a regretful expression, but none of them waved back to him.

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Almost immediately, someone else entered the building. "I am Sixth Three. Are Yong Hajin and Bang Soso here?"

""Yes, sir!""

Yong Hajin and Bang Soso stood up in unison.

"You two have been assigned to our brigade."

Yong Hajin's face lit up. He preferred being in the same brigade as Bang Soso over Crimson Tiger.

In contrast, Bang Soso looked slightly disappointed.

"Follow me," Sixth Three commanded.

""Understood.""

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As the two left the room… Yong Hajin suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

"Huh?"

A gorgeous woman with her hair tied in a tight bun opened the door and stepped inside. Her saintly beauty, far prettier than Bang Soso's, stood out like a blinding sun amid the sea of rugged masculinity that was the Nine Ironblood Brigades.

The unexpected contrast was striking. Yong Hajin suddenly felt ashamed for his jealousy toward Crimson Tiger and Bang Soso. Instead, bitterness and indignation welled up inside him. He felt an urge to write his father immediately and request a transfer to the Seventh Brigade.

"I am Seventh Six," the woman said, introducing herself to Crimson Tiger.

Yong Hajin closed his eyes at the sound of her refreshing voice, while Bang Soso scoffed at his fickle affections.

"I'm busy, so let's talk as we walk," Seventh Six said as she motioned for Crimson Tiger to follow her.

Seventh Six and Crimson Tiger trailed a short distance behind the Sixth Brigade group.

Yong Hajin glanced back. He was not mistaken. Seventh Six's slender, shapely figure made him want to run over and embrace her immediately.

"You are now Seventh Seven. If a vacancy opens and a new recruit arrives, the person with the number before them will be responsible for them. In other words, if the position of Seventh Eight becomes vacant, you will be the senior in charge of the new recruit. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Crimson Tiger replied politely.

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"Do you have any questions for me?"

"I'll ask later."

Seventh Six glanced at Crimson Tiger from the corner of her eye. He walked silently, keeping his gaze straight ahead and not even sparing her a glance.

She was surprised. No matter how disciplined a man might be, their attitude toward her was usually the same. Even without any lewd intentions, they would try to engage her in conversation, much like the other new recruit ahead who kept turning his head to steal glances.

This man, however, showed absolutely no interest in her.

Finally, Yong Hajin and his group turned left while Crimson Tiger and Seventh Six headed in the opposite direction.

"I heard there was an interesting incident at the entrance to the exam site," Seventh Six remarked.

There were several stories circulating among the Nine Ironblood Brigades about this year's examinees: Eum Sagwon's death, the new maze stage, and Crimson Tiger's clever display at the entrance.

"I just got lucky."

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"We prefer smart and adaptable colleagues over those with strong martial arts."

"Why is that?"

"The stronger the martial artist, the more reckless they tend to be, endangering the rest of us during missions. On the other hand, a smart colleague can save us. Remember, we are the ones who will have your back from now on."

"That's true."

"Also, the Nine Ironblood Brigades live together. We train in the same space and sleep in the same place. There is no separation between men and women."

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This was the iron rule of the Nine Ironblood Brigades, designed to foster a bond as close as that of blood relatives.

"Of course, there are exceptions."

"What is it?"

"If you manage to get promoted to the First Brigade, you will be given your own training hall and room. Naturally, you'll also receive a much higher salary than the rest of us."

"How can I join the First Brigade?"

Seventh Six chuckled. "Are you aiming for the First Brigade as soon as you join?"

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"No, I was just curious," Crimson Tiger replied with a sheepish smile.

He needed to identify the true target of elimination while also approaching the Ironblood Commander. Although joining the First Brigade would likely bring him closer to the Ironblood Commander, it would also make it harder to find Baek Sowoon.

He would have to time his promotion perfectly.

"Every three months, everyone will be given the opportunity to challenge First Nine. If they win, they become the new First Nine, while the defeated First Nine takes the challenger's place."

Crimson Tiger nodded. The Nine Ironblood Brigades truly operated by the law of the jungle.

"You might expect terrifying, bloody battles every month, but that is not the case. Duels happens less than two or three times a year, and it is mostly new recruits challenging First Nine."

"Why?"

"The existing members know how strong First Nine is. They will not challenge an opponent they cannot beat and risk falling out of favor."

"If you become First Nine, do you have to keep accepting challenges?"

"No. First Nine has the right to challenge First Eight anytime. If they win, their positions are switched."

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Crimson Tiger nodded again. What mattered was not his number but being in the First Brigade. Only the numbers in the First Brigade were assigned in order of strength, so even though he was Seventh Seven, it was fine for him to be Seventh Eight's junior.

The two of them entered the Seventh Brigade's quarters, where seven or eight martial artists were scattered about. Some were sleeping, while others were cleaning and polishing their weapons.

Seventh Six introduced Crimson Tiger, "This is the new Seven."

A few of them raised their hands in greeting.

"Heya! Nice to meet ya, pal."

"If you mess around, you're dead. Remember that!"

"Welcome! Aren't you just a little rascal?"

Crimson Tiger returned the greetings. These men were undeniably rough and thuggish, but despite their coarse language, there was no bullying or hazing. Like any organization with difficult and dangerous missions, the Nine Ironblood Brigades had strong camaraderie.

The atmosphere is similar to when I was training to become one of the Twelve Phantoms.

Back then, the training was so harsh that there was no time for bullying. When they had free time, they preferred to catch some extra sleep.

Anyway, Seventh Seven was now Crimson Tiger's new name. He had to get used to it.

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That night, Crimson Tiger strolled across the training ground of the Nine Ironblood Brigades. His steps were light, as if he were merely out for a walk.

Fortunately, no martial artists stood guard at the entrance of the garrison. This was the Brigades' way of showing confidence, a message to their enemies: come at us if you dare.

When a martial artist from another brigade approached, Crimson Tiger bowed his head slightly in greeting. The man returned the greeting lightly and passed by.

This was how things were done here. Generally, no one here took an interest in others, and he could not fully trust the new recruits who had joined with him.

This situation had both advantages and disadvantages. It increased his chances of acting alone without drawing attention, but it also meant fewer opportunities to naturally gather information about other brigades and to locate Baek Sowoon.

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Crimson Tiger left the Nine Ironblood Garrisons. After walking for a while along a small path between flower gardens, he spotted the inner castle in the distance. That was the place he had infiltrated before.

As he walked along the curved path, his gaze drifted to one side. Where trees once grew, there were now guards keeping watch, and vice versa. As expected, the Coalition's internal security system had been completely overhauled.

Crimson Tiger continued on until suddenly he sensed hidden eyes on him. There were martial artists lying in ambush—one, two, three, exactly ten of them.

He pretended not to notice and kept walking.

Ahead, he saw the martial artists of the Suicide Squad standing guard. There were ten of them as well.

"Where are you going?" one of the guards asked Crimson Tiger respectfully.

"I'm just taking a walk."

"You can't go this way."

"Oh, is that so?"

Knowing that four new recruits had joined the Nine Ironblood Brigades earlier that day, the guard did not find Crimson Tiger's behavior unusual.

"Carry on."

Crimson Tiger turned back. He was taking a walk on his first day because he knew the guards would be more lenient and allow him some freedom to make mistakes and wander where he shouldn't.

Crimson Tiger continued exploring the Coalition Headquarters, carefully observing his surroundings and memorizing the layout. He needed to ensure he would not get lost if he ever had to escape at night.

During that walk, Crimson Tiger learned some key information. First, there were twenty martial artists guarding the first checkpoint to the inner castle—ten lying in ambush and ten visible. It was impossible to enter the inner castle without passing through that checkpoint.

Twenty people per checkpoint. The security had been significantly reinforced compared to before, and there were probably three or four similar checkpoints.

Breaking through by force might work, but infiltrating secretly was out of the question.

On his way back, he encountered Soh Bung.

"Ah! It's you. Nice to see you!" Soh Bung grinned and tried to hug Crimson Tiger with both arms, but Crimson Tiger stepped back and dodged.

Being hugged by someone was not a good idea. A martial master could learn a lot from physical contact.

Soh Bung pouted. "Why are you avoiding me? I'm just happy to see you."

"I'm sorry, I'm just not used to… intimacy between men." Crimson Tiger patted Soh Bung's shoulder lightly. He could feel the hard muscles beneath, evidence of harsh training that did not match Soh Bung's lighthearted nature.

Soh Bung must have sensed Crimson Tiger's attempt to investigate him, but he simply grinned as if he hadn't noticed anything.

Crimson Tiger tensed. Whenever someone approached him with excessive friendliness and openness, it tended to make people lower their guard. However, he wouldn't be fooled.

After all, the instincts that had kept him alive until now were screaming at him.

Don't let your guard down. He's extremely suspicious.

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