Absolute Warrior V2C7: Deceit
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Crimson Tiger entered the antique bookstore.
This was his first time in town since he joined the Ironblood Nines fifteen days ago. He could have left the Evil Coalition Headquarters earlier, but he did not want to take any unnecessary risks.
Life in the Ironblood Nines proved to be freer than expected. With the exception of the First Squad, the other ten squads took turns being on standby in case of a sudden emergency mission.
Thus, when not on standby, the members of the remaining nine squads were free to spend their time as they pleased. They were even allowed to leave Coalition Headquarters after their daily duties, provided they returned before midnight. The consequences for breaking the curfew were, of course, extremely severe, but that was not a problem for Crimson Tiger.
On his way to the bookstore, Crimson Tiger remained on high alert, but thankfully, no one tailed him.
He entered the secret room of the bookstore, where Yeon was waiting for him.
"How are your injuries?" he asked as soon as he saw her. He did not inquire about the children of the Hong Family Estate, trusting that Yeon had taken care of them properly.
"Thanks to you, I'm fine now," Yeon replied, grateful for Crimson Tiger's show of concern. If not for him, she would have died that day.
For some reason though, thinking of him as her savior made her heart stir in a way she had never experienced before. Still, she tried her best to keep her feelings hidden.
Crimson Tiger was a secret agent, and she was his handler. Personal feelings between them were absolutely forbidden.
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Noticing Yeon's fatigue, Crimson Tiger cracked a joke. "How about a drink?" he asked.
"Shall we?" Yeon said seriously.
Crimson Tiger blinked at the unexpected reply. "Really?"
"Why not?"
"Because we might end up with our ligaments cut and thrown into prison?"
"Aren't you the one who just invited me? Let's go for a drink right now and to hell with the consequences."
"……" Crimson Tiger hesitated, struck speechless by Yeon's sudden change in attitude.
Yeon grinned mischievously. At last, she had succeeded in catching Crimson Tiger off guard.
Crimson Tiger's eyes widened. She was just teasing me!
The awkwardness between them faded, replaced by a pleasant warmth.
"So, how's life in the Ironblood Nines?" Yeon asked.
"It's okay," he replied.
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Ever since the incident at the Hong Family Estate, Seventh One had been frowning constantly, casting a grim shadow over the entire Seventh Squad. Despite that, Crimson Tiger did manage to uncover a few things.
The first was the internal layout of the Ironblood Garrison. The building had nine floors, with the first to fifth floors occupied by the Second to Eleventh Squads, and the sixth to eighth floors taken up by the First Squad.
The ninth floor housed the Ironblood Commander's office. Crimson Tiger had been waiting for an opportunity to scout it out, but as an ordinary member and a new recruit, it was impossible for him to set foot on the ninth floor without arousing suspicion.
For now, he had to be patient. From past experience, he knew that not only would he only get one shot at this mission, but he would also have to eliminate both targets and escape in the span of a single day.
Well, frankly speaking, even if the assassination attempt on the Ironblood Commander failed, it wouldn't be a big deal. The attempt itself was what mattered.
On the other hand, Baek Soeun absolutely had to die.
Unfortunately, identifying Baek Soeun was proving more difficult than expected. It was not as if he could go around asking people, "Is your real name Baek Soeun?"
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Snapping out of his thoughts, Crimson Tiger looked at Yeon. "Did you look into what I asked?"
Yeon spread out a map of the Evil Coalition Headquarters on the table.
Crimson Tiger studied the map carefully. Although parts of the layout had changed, he still found it familiar. He had memorized it perfectly for a mission two years ago, after all.
Yeon pointed at a location deep within the inner compound. "Right here. This is where the general archives are located. All personal records of Evil Coalition martial artists, including the Ironblood Nines' personal information, should be stored there," she explained.
To the Association, Yeon had claimed that she needed the information to assassinate the Ironblood Commander. Crimson Tiger's true objective, however, was to find information about Baek Soeun.
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Fortunately, no one questioned her excuse.
"The security must be tight," Crimson Tiger remarked.
Yeon shook her head. "Not really. The archive itself is less guarded than you'd think."
"Why?"
"There are two archives. One is for highly classified documents, such as the Ironblood Commander's personal records. This archive, on the other hand, is for general documents. As the identities of ordinary martial artists aren't considered top secret, I'm fairly certain they should be stored there."
Crimson Tiger nodded, feeling slightly relieved.
"The real problem, though, is getting there," Yeon added gravely, tracing a long route on the map from the Ironblood Garrison to the inner compound. "Since your mission two years ago, security has been increased to an incomparable level. Guard postings, along with their patrol routes and schedules, have undergone a massive overhaul."
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Crimson Tiger clicked his tongue. He had already confirmed this firsthand.
Well, technically, this is my fault, so I can't really complain about it.
His gaze fell on a spot on the map. Near the archives, a new building had appeared that had not been there before. If his memory served him right, that place had once been a large training ground.
"What's this building?"
"Oh, that's the Bloody Asura Corps' barracks. It used to be in the outer compound, but after the incident two years ago, it was moved to the inner compound as part of the security reinforcement."
"The Bloody Asura Corps?"
Crimson Tiger's eyes gleamed for a moment.
Isn't the Bloody Asura Corps the unit led by Yong Hajin's father?
An idea popped into his head.
"Did you just think of something good?" Yeon asked.
Crimson Tiger's eyes sparkled. "Maybe."
Two days later, Crimson Tiger ran into Yong Hajin at the central training grounds. He pretended that it was a coincidence, when in fact he had arrived precisely because this was Yong Hajin's usual training time.
"Hmph! You're still alive, I see," Yong Hajin spat.
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Guess he's still as hostile toward me as ever, Crimson Tiger mused, feigning ignorance as he began warming up nearby.
From time to time, however, he made sure to deliberately glance at Yong Hajin.
As expected, Yong Hajin soon gave in to his irritation.
"What the hell are you staring at, you damn bastard?" he snarled.
Crimson Tiger hesitated for a moment before approaching. "There's something I need to apologize to you for," he muttered awkwardly.
"Apologize?" Yong Hajin narrowed his eyes at the unexpected words. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Crimson Tiger turned away as if he had no intention of explaining further.
"Stop!" Yong Hajin shouted, but then quickly softened his tone. "Go ahead and say what you were going to say."
He was curious. Although he found Crimson Tiger irritating and unpleasant, the prospect of receiving an apology from him piqued his interest.
Crimson Tiger looked back. "I'm sorry I didn't give in to you when we fought over the Ascension Flag last time."
"What? Why are you apologizing about that now?" Yong Hajin asked, confused.
Crimson Tiger hesitated, seemingly reluctant to meet Yong Hajin's eyes. "Well… I didn't know that the Bloody Asura Corps was such a prestigious group," he admitted.
Yong Hajin scoffed. "Hah! Idiot! You only just found out about it now?"
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"I really had no idea back then."
Yong Hajin grinned triumphantly. The once arrogant Crimson Tiger now carried a submissive air. It seemed that this fool had been strutting around without knowing whose son he was dealing with, only to finally realize his mistake.
Crimson Tiger gave a slight bow. "Then, I'll take it that my apology is accepted. I'll be going now."
"Wait a minute!" Yong Hajin called out.
"What is it?"
"You think you can just throw out a half-assed apology and walk away? Who said I accepted it?"
"Then what do you want?" Crimson Tiger snapped sharply.
Being too submissive would only raise suspicion. I need to show him some attitude, he thought.
"I'm not looking for a fight, so drop that glare," Yong Hajin said calmly, flinching at the piercing look in Crimson Tiger's eyes. He knew the man was still more skilled than himself.
Crimson Tiger visibly relaxed.
Yong Hajin smiled. The fact that this proud man had so easily complied proved that he had indeed reigned in his rebellious nature.
"If you listen to me from now on, I'll guarantee your success," Yong Hajin said enticingly.
Crimson Tiger hesitated for a while, as if seriously considering the offer, then shook his head firmly. "I refuse."
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"Fine, then do as you please."
Crimson Tiger spun around and walked away.
Watching him leave, Yong Hajin smirked. Heh, let's see how long you can hold out.
Three days later, at the same training ground, Crimson Tiger approached Yong Hajin again.
"So that big ego of yours lasted exactly three days, huh?" Yong Hajin sneered provocatively.
Instead of getting angry, Crimson Tiger said in a somewhat subdued tone, "Did you hear that two seniors from my squad died recently?"
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"I did."
Everyone knew that two members of the Seventh Squad had died during a mission.
"Their deaths made me reflect on many things. I realized that we're nothing more than disposable tools, and one day, I'll probably die a miserable death just like them," Crimson Tiger said.
So that's the reason. Yong Hajin grinned. Finally, he fully understood why Crimson Tiger wanted to get close to him.
After their last meeting, he had been suspicious of Crimson Tiger's ulterior motives, but these words erased all his doubts.
Crimson Tiger continued, "I chose this path for the sake of success. Help me rise."
"Will you swear loyalty to me, then?" Yong Hajin asked.
Crimson Tiger stared at him for a long while, before answering resolutely, "I will, but I won't blindly serve you. Not yet, anyway."
"In other words, you want to test whether I'm worthy of being your master?"
"Not exactly, I just don't want everyone to know about it for now. I'll address you as Hyung-nim only when we're alone. Is that okay?"
"Fine! I accept."
Crimson Tiger bowed his head. "Then I'll be in your care from now on, Hyung-nim!"
Deep down, Crimson Tiger felt rather smug about his acting skills. He hadn't had many opportunities to act before, but convincing Yong Hajin turned out to be surprisingly easy.
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It's probably because I'm relaxed.
Compared to the enemies he had faced before, Yong Hajin wasn't even a threat.
Straightening himself, he remarked, "There's one problem, though. I can't really help you as long as we're in different squads."
Yong Hajin nodded in agreement. That was definitely an issue.
"Could you pull some strings and have me transferred to your squad, Hyung-nim?"
For a moment, Yong Hajin wanted to say that it would not be easy, but in the end, he nodded. "Alright, leave that to me."
His father had always told him that to become a great leader, one must gather strong followers. As such, Yong Hajin hoped to mold Crimson Tiger into a capable subordinate.
He could not disappoint the man by refusing such a simple request.
At that moment, Soh Bung entered the training grounds. Spotting Crimson Tiger, whom he hadn't seen in a while, he eagerly rushed over, but when he saw Yong Hajin, he flinched.
"Huh? What the hell? Why are you two hanging out together?" he asked incredulously.
Yong Hajin flashed a smug, triumphant smile brimming with childish glee at Soh Bung.
Sensing that whatever happened next would not be pleasant for him, Crimson Tiger decided it was best to leave immediately.
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"I'll be heading in first," he said curtly, before turning and walking away.
Glancing between the Yong Hajin and the leaving Crimson Tiger, Soh Bung muttered, "Huh? What the hell is going on here?"
After that day, Crimson Tiger made every effort to spend as much time as possible with Yong Hajin.
Even though Yong Hajin went on a ten-day mission with his squad, when he returned, he boasted loudly that he had killed eight enemies by himself.
Meanwhile, the Seventh Squad was left out of the missions by a direct order from the Ironblood Commander. Apparently, he was so upset about the Seventh Squad's failure in the previous incident that even mentioning them could set him off.
Consequently, Crimson Tiger found himself with a lot of free time. He was itching to move, but he could not openly practice martial arts. Instead, he concentrated on a specific task.
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"You're staring at me again," Yong Hajin complained.
Crimson Tiger awkwardly looked away. "It's nothing."
"Then why do you keep staring at me?"
Yong Hajin was on edge. For some reason, Crimson Tiger would observe his face intently whenever he had the chance, like a painter studying a subject's face to paint a portrait.
At least there was no malice in his new subordinate's gaze.
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It must be because I'm handsome…?
In the end, Yong Hajin settled on that conclusion.
He's trying so hard to get on my good side, but the moment he treats me like some naive kid, I'll make sure he regrets it.
Yong Hajin had come to like Crimson Tiger over the short time they had been acquainted. His martial arts skills were exceptional for his age, and the more Yong Hajin observed him, the more dependable he seemed. He was nothing like that sneaky, opportunistic Soh Bung.
"Instead having you transfer to my squad, it would probably be better if I transferred to yours, especially since two spots just opened up."
Of course, there was another reason Yong Hajin wanted to transfer. He desperately wanted to get to know Seventh Six, whom he had seen on their first day in the Nines.
"By the way, that woman from before. The one who guided you."
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"You mean Six?"
"What's she like?"
"What do you mean…?"
"I mean, are you close to her?" Yong Hajin grinned with a hint of lust.
Oh. Crimson Tiger immediately realized that Yong Hajin was interested in Six and intended to use him to get closer to her. Nevertheless, he pretended not to notice.
"She's my mentor, so we talk quite often," he replied nonchalantly.
Yong Hajin's eyes gleamed. "Is that so?"
His desire to use Crimson Tiger for his own agenda was written all over his face, but first, he needed to change squads.
"I'm going to meet my father tomorrow."
"Did you get permission to leave headquarters?"
"No need for that. My father's in the inner compound."
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Crimson Tiger blinked in surprise. "The Bloody Asura Commander is here?"
"Yeah. You didn't know?"
"How should I know where the Bloody Asura Corps is stationed when we don't have access to the inner compound? Anyway, have you not met him at all since coming here?"
Yong Hajin nodded. Ever since he joined the Ironblood Nines, his father hadn't called for him even once. No matter how much he tried to brush it off, irritation boiled within him. Still, he was confident his father would grant this request. Even though his father favored strict discipline, surely he would throw him a bone once in a while.
"Want to come with me?" Yong Hajin asked.
Finally, the question I've been waiting for. Crimson Tiger reaffirmed, "Will that be okay?"
Yong Hajin grinned. "Of course."
"On second thought, what if you get into trouble by bringing me along? You should go alone," Crimson Tiger subtly hesitated, plotting to agitate Yong Hajin.
As expected, Yong Hajin flared up.
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"Me? In trouble? Who the hell do you think you're talking to? We're going together tomorrow. No buts."
"If you insist."
Crimson Tiger turned away, a faint smile playing on his lips—a smile that held a meaning Yong Hajin could never even imagine.
The time has finally come.
The next day, after their daily duties were over, Crimson Tiger and Yong Hajin headed to the inner compound.
At the first gate, the same place where Crimson Tiger had been turned away before, guards blocked their path.
"Why are you here?"
"We're here to meet the Bloody Asura Commander," Crimson Tiger answered on Yong Hajin's behalf.
Yong Hajin smiled in satisfaction, relishing the feeling of finally having a reliable subordinate.
"State your names and affiliation."
Once again, Crimson Tiger replied, "Sixth Five and Seventh Seven of the Ironblood Nines."
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"Ah, we were informed in advance."
The guard ordered his subordinates to open the gate. News had already spread that the Bloody Asura Commander's son had joined the Ironblood Nines, and the guards treated them with respect.
The two passed through the gate.
"There are ten guards on duty," Crimson Tiger remarked.
"Did you only see ten?"
"Was I wrong?"
"There are ten more hiding in ambush."
Crimson Tiger's eyes flashed. It wasn't an ambush so sloppy that just anyone could easily notice it. Yong Hajin must have learned about it from someone beforehand.
"Impressive. With security this tight, it would be impossible for anyone to attack or infiltrate," he remarked.
They passed through three gates before reaching the inner compound. Since prior permission had been granted, they had no trouble proceeding.
At each checkpoint, Crimson Tiger stepped forward to announce their identities while secretly memorizing the number and positions of every martial artist guarding the area.
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Finally, they entered the inner compound, and the Bloody Asura Corps' headquarters came into view.
Crimson Tiger's gaze shifted to the far right. Beyond the wall at the end of the path, there was a small building.
That small building was his true target—the document archive. He longed to rush there immediately, but now was not the time.
He entered the Bloody Asura Corps barracks with Yong Hajin. On the training grounds, the Corps' martial artists were busy training. As the Evil Coalition's most elite warriors, their movements were simultaneously powerful and sharp.
Yong Hajin's eyes gleamed with ambition. "Someday, I'll be their commander."
"I believe you will."
"When that day comes, I hope you'll be by my side."
"Yes."
Yong Hajin smiled, delighted by Crimson Tiger's supplicating manner. He was growing more and more fond of him, and every small change in Crimson Tiger's attitude only strengthened his belief that he was successfully grooming a loyal subordinate.
The two of them arrived at Yong Cheonse's office.
"Wait here," Yong Hajin said as he stepped inside.
"Understood." Crimson Tiger nodded and moved to a corner away from the door.
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He sharpened his focus and surveyed his surroundings. Two martial artists guarded the entrance, and he detected very faint auras hidden above the ceiling, more calm and refined than those of the door guards.
The concealed ones don't seem like they belong to the Bloody Asura Corps. They're most likely the Bloody Asura Commander's dedicated bodyguards.
Meanwhile, instead of hiring personal bodyguards, the Ironblood Commander relies on the First Squad members to take turns guarding him.
That posed a bigger problem. The First Squad warriors were undoubtedly much stronger than these bodyguards.
While Crimson Tiger continued to survey the area, Yong Hajin was engaged in a tense exchange of words.
"What is it?" Yong Cheonse demanded curtly.
Yong Hajin's expression hardened. No matter how much his father disliked him, this was their first meeting in a long time. Was this any way for a father to greet his son? His initial disappointment quickly turned to rebellious defiance.
"I have a request," Yong Hajin said.
"A request?" Yong Cheonse's face wrinkled in displeasure.
Yong Hajin nodded confidently. "Transfer me to another squad."
"Another squad? Why?"
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"Can't you just trust me and grant it without asking me why?"
Yong Cheonse fell silent for a moment. His son seemed to be under the impression that his father hated him, but that was a misunderstanding. In reality, he loved and cherished Hajin more than anything else.
The problem was his son's nature. It was said that a promising tree could be recognized from the time it was a sapling, and Yong Hajin had been greedy, selfish, and narrow-minded since childhood. If the boy had been ambitious or ruthless, such behavior might have been tolerable, but he was neither.
Simply put, his potential was far too limited.
Yong Cheonse sighed inwardly. Part of the blame lay with him for being too busy with work to properly raise his son, and part of it came from spoiling the boy as a child.
By the time he tried to correct his son's errant ways, Yong Hajin's personality had already been set in stone. Therefore, when he finally decided to be strict with the child, it only led to more frustrations. No matter how much he tried to sympathize with his son, the boy always found a way to antagonize him.
Take now, for example. If his son wanted to be transferred, then he should seek out the Ironblood Commander. The very fact that the boy had come to him instead revealed how corrupted his thinking was.
Yong Cheonse could barely keep himself from scolding the spoiled brat as he firmly stated, "This isn't something you should be coming to me for."
"Then who am I supposed to go to?"
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"Are you seriously asking me that?"
Their voices grew louder until eventually, they could be heard outside the office.
Despite the commotion, Crimson Tiger remained still, quietly observing the Bloody Asura barracks.
All of a sudden, a familiar group of people appeared around the corner.
Crimson Tiger flinched. Although the man in the center possessed an aura that set him apart from ordinary martial artists, what truly startled him was the man's uniform—a uniform that indicated he was the Ironblood Commander, Cheol Mugang.
Following that, he immediately recognized the guards behind Cheol Mugang as First One, First Two, and First Three.
As expected of the First Squad, they're all dangerous experts.
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As they approached, Crimson Tiger, standing at the end of the corridor, bowed deeply.
Cheol Mugang shot him a questioning look, as if wondering why one of his subordinates was there. The First Squad martial artists behind him wore similar expressions.
Before he could ask, though, voices rang out from within the office.
"I entered the Ironblood Nines just as you ordered, Father, and yet you won't even grant me this one request?"
"You insolent brat! Where did you learn to be so rude?"
Cheol Mugang immediately understood why Crimson Tiger was waiting outside the office.
A guard opened his mouth to announce Cheol Mugang's arrival, but the Ironblood Commander stopped him.
"Hold off on announcing my arrival for now," he told the guard, then approached Crimson Tiger while the three bodyguards accompanying him stood to the side.
Crimson Tiger's heart was pounding, but instead of hiding it, he deliberately let his nervousness show. Then, as Cheol Mugang drew near, he bowed again.
"One bow is enough," Cheol Mugang remarked in a low voice.
Crimson Tiger stammered, "M-My apologies."
Cheol Mugang shook his head, but he wasn't surprised. This was only natural for an ordinary member of the Ironblood Nines. It would have been much weirder if Crimson Tiger had been completely composed and in control of his emotions.
"What's your position?"
"I'm a new recruit, sir. Seventh Seven."
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Cheol Mugang's eyes lit up with interest. "Hmm… Seventh Seven, you say? That means Seventh Six is your mentor."
Normally, he never bothered remembering the faces of new recruits. He always managed his subordinates through the First Squad, so he wasn't particularly familiar with the ordinary squad members, let alone newcomers.
Nevertheless, no one held that against him. He had earned that right. However, at the mention of Seventh Seven, he couldn't help but be intrigued.
This flicker of curiosity was not lost on Crimson Tiger, but he simply replied meekly, "Yes, sir."
"Is she treating you well?"
"Yes, she is."
The more Cheol Mugang said, the more Crimson Tiger couldn't shake the feeling that his mention of Six was more than just idle talk. However, his first priority was to analyze the Ironblood Commander's strength without being noticed, so he relaxed and passively submitted to the natural aura surrounding the man.
Cold and sharp, like the blade of a sword, ready to cut the moment it is touched.
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From that alone, Crimson Tiger could discern how the Ironblood Commander fought.
Fast and decisive, yet calm and meticulous.
Truly, this was not an opponent to be taken lightly.
Suddenly, Cheol Mugang muttered, "Wait, Seventh Seven… so you were the one who found the bodies…"
A shiver ran down Crimson Tiger's spine. Cheol Mugang's aura had rapidly destabilized, like a razor-sharp sword thrown carelessly on the ground or left unattended on a table, ready to wound anyone who dared pick it up and swing it recklessly.
CRASH!
The office door burst open and Yong Hajin stormed out, his face flushed with emotion.
"We're leaving!" he shouted, then suddenly froze, his eyes widening in recognition. Immediately, he bowed respectfully and introduced himself, "Greetings, Commander. I am Sixth Six."
Cheol Mugang, who had been about to question Crimson Tiger, turned to Yong Hajin.
Crimson Tiger inwardly sighed in relief. No matter how it turned out, no good would have come from discussing the incident at the Hong Family Estate.
"Your father is an exceptional man. Do your best not to disgrace his name," Cheol Mugang said sternly.
Yong Hajin answered confidently, "Understood!"
Turning away, Cheol Mugang nodded at the guard, who announced, "The Ironblood Commander has arrived!"
"Escort him in immediately," Yong Cheonse replied.
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Cheol Mugang entered the office while the First Squad martial artists waited outside.
Crimson Tiger and Yong Hajin cautiously made their way to the exit, but as they passed the First Squad warriors, they could feel unfriendly gazes settling on them—a clear warning from their superiors that if they dared to act arrogantly because of their lineage, they would pay for it dearly.
Only when they were outside did Yong Hajin let out a long sigh. "Damn! I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
"Same. I never expected the Commander to show up."
"Just like the rumors say… he looks terrifying."
Crimson Tiger glanced back at the Bloody Asura barracks. As the rumors suggested, Cheol Mugang was indeed a formidable martial artist, but what intrigued him more was the sudden drastic change in his aura.
What exactly caused Cheol Mugang to become so agitated that his aura destabilized like that?
Deep in thought, he followed Yong Hajin out of the inner compound and back to the Ironblood Garrison.
As they walked, Yong Hajin asked, "So how was your first time in the inner compound?"
"It was incredibly helpful."
"Helpful? In what way?"
"It will help me plan ahead."
"Haha! Just hang in there a little longer! We'll be stationed there soon," Yong Hajin laughed.
Crimson Tiger's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Yes, soon…"
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