The RoFan Novel Fan Has Reincarnated Into A Martial Arts Novel-Chapter 28

Chapter 28: "The Spy"

Hwang Bo Yeon watched Song Seonwoo as he subtly moved his hand.

“It seems like Hwang Bo Sojeo is a bit tipsy...”

He had been joking around, but suddenly, his hand reached out. Though his movements were quick, Hwang Bo Yeon responded immediately.

Thud!

Their hands clashed, and as expected, Song Seonwoo was completely overpowered. His body stiffened as the blood flow was interrupted by a precise strike.

“W-What is this all of a sudden?”

“Aack!”

Along with Song Seonwoo’s shout, Hong Mae’s scream also echoed. She had attempted to ambush, but was swiftly subdued by Cheon-gang.

Having neutralized them, Hwang Bo Yeon immediately started using her inner energy. She focused on expelling the alcohol's effects.

Whoosh.

A hot energy rose from her body. It wouldn’t fully sober her, but it was enough to feel the difference. After all, Hwang Bo Yeon had a higher tolerance for alcohol than most.

‘It’s surprising that this kind of technique even exists.’

Cheon-gang was also expelling the alcohol from his system. The small, tight mask that had been clinging to his face shriveled from the heat, forcing him to remove it.

“This can no longer be used.”

With a low voice, his true face was revealed. At that moment, both Song Seonwoo and Hong Mae gasped in shock.

“Ah...”

“Ah...?”

As the fake skin came off, his almond-shaped eyes and sharply defined nose captured everyone’s attention. The light from the room's candles cast long shadows on his sculpted face.

His rough, stubbled skin had turned smooth and pale, revealing a jawline that was sharp enough to cut. The chiseled edges gave off an almost breathtaking allure.

He was truly a captivatingly handsome man. Seeing him again after some time, Hwang Bo Yeon’s eyes filled with admiration.

‘He’s even more handsome than I remember...’

“W-What is this...?”

The voice, almost breaking from shock, belonged to Song Seonwoo, whose eyes widened in disbelief. The once-confident Huahua Gongja, known as the best in the Jangsa region, was reduced to nothing in front of Cheon-gang. His face, once full of pride, shrank into a pitiful expression.

In contrast, Hong Mae still stared at Cheon-gang with her mouth slightly agape. Her cheeks had taken on a rosy hue, but it wasn’t because of the alcohol.

Unwillingly, Hwang Bo Yeon opened her mouth, now uncomfortable.

“So, our young master Song doesn’t want to drink, huh? This won’t do. I’ll have to feed it to you.”

She grabbed a glass of alcohol. She had seen Song Seonwoo earlier mixing some mysterious powder into the drink. This meant her eyes had caught the trick before his hands did.

Twisting the glass that had touched her own lips, Hwang Bo Yeon brought it towards Song Seonwoo’s mouth. His eyes began to tremble in panic.

“Wait! No!”

Cheon-gang also held up the glass and brought it close to Hong Mae’s lips.

“I think you should drink this as well.”

Hwang Bo Yeon had expected Hong Mae to scream in panic like Song Seonwoo had, but instead, Hong Mae asked an unexpected question.

“If I drink this, does that mean I can be with you tonight...?”

With her dazed eyes, everyone in the room froze for a moment. After a brief silence, Song Seonwoo spoke up.

“W-What is she saying?”

Hwang Bo Yeon didn’t wait any longer. She grabbed Song Seonwoo’s cheek, tilted his head back, and poured the drink into his mouth, giving him a sharp tap on the throat.

“Ugh! Ack!”

Though he tried to move his mouth in resistance, he couldn’t help but swallow the drink. Cheon-gang did the same for Hong Mae.

“Wait, answer me! If I drink this... Ah!”

Her throat moved as she muttered more nonsense, and Hwang Bo Yeon silently observed the two of them. What exactly had they been trying to feed her and Cheon-gang?

“Ugh...”

Moments later, Song Seonwoo, with bloodshot eyes, let out a strange groan. Hwang Bo Yeon, fearing that it might be poison, quickly stepped back in surprise. Song Seonwoo, drooling, suddenly leaned in toward her.

“Ahh!”

His eyes had rolled back as he lost all sense of reason, acting purely on instinct.

‘Wasn’t he paralyzed before?’

Wriggling and trying to move his body, he collapsed onto the floor with a loud crash.

Thud!

Despite the loud noise, he didn’t seem to be hurt at all. He started crawling like a worm, heading toward Hong Mae.

“Ugh...”

Hong Mae, too, twisted her body and began moving in the same way. Soon, the two of them were heading toward each other, creating an incredibly uncomfortable scene.

“C-Cheon-gang...”

“Yes, yes! Young master Hwang.”

The embarrassing sounds created by the two of them made Cheon-gang blush, his face flushed in confusion. At that moment, Hwang Bo Yeon shouted at him.

“Let’s get out of here. Quickly!”

****

After hearing the report that Hwang Bo Yeon and her bodyguard had entered the room, Eom Gilyeon turned to his subordinate to ask about the progress.

“How’s it going?”

“They’re still not coming out.”

A smile naturally appeared on Eom Gilyeon’s lips.

“It seems that the Huahua Gongja succeeded.”

“Yes, Gate Master. I listened in a little, and it’s absolute chaos. Completely...”

“Really? It’s already gone that far?”

Unable to hold back his laughter, Eom Gilyeon chuckled.

“Alright, let them have their fun for now. Keep an eye out so no one interferes.”

“Yes.”

After his subordinate left, Jo-gwan entered the room. Eom Gilyeon gave him his instructions.

“Let’s start wrapping up the banquet. I need to visit the elder.”

The term elder referred to a powerful figure from the temple, and Jo-gwan bowed his head.

“Go ahead, Gate Master. The banquet is already winding down. Everyone seems to be preparing to enter the palace...”

“Ha! They acted so dignified at first, but now they’re all nothing more than lust-crazed dogs.”

“Yes.”

“Then, I’ll leave the cleanup to you.”

As Eom Gilyeon rose from his seat, Jo-gwan’s voice stopped him.

“Gate Master...”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry, but what should we do about Hwang Bo Yeon’s bodyguard?”

“What?”

Eom Gilyeon looked at Jo-gwan with a puzzled expression before narrowing his eyes.

“Jo-gwan, you’re after that guy’s sword, aren’t you?”

“N-No, it’s not like that...”

Chuckling, Eom Gilyeon spoke.

“Take it if you want. What’s so difficult about asking?”

“...Thank you, Gate Master.”

As Eom Gilyeon was about to leave, he hesitated.

“Oh, is Baekha Escort Agency alright?”

“They should have arrived by now. I’ve told them not to kill anyone if possible. We don’t know what might come out of the government office...”

“Good. Let’s hold them for now, then dispose of them once things calm down.”

Eom Gilyeon nodded and then asked.

“What about the companions that came with Hwang Bo Yeon? Have you found out anything?”

“There’s a young girl, probably a servant. The rest of the men, I have no information on. They seem to be nameless henchmen. Probably just a guest from the Hwang Bo family.”

“Nameless henchmen, huh? They’re really unlucky to be following her around. What a dirty stroke of bad luck.”

“Mmm...”

After drinking heavily and passing out, Gongye woke up. His ears suddenly itched.

He instinctively reached to scratch his ear, but his arms wouldn’t move. It wasn’t like they were numb; it felt like something was binding them tightly. He tried to channel his inner energy instinctively, but he couldn’t feel anything.

“Hmm?”

As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw ropes tightly wrapped around his whole body. Alarmed, Gongye widened his eyes.

‘What happened?’

He clearly remembered drinking with ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) Baek Gongja and feeling quite good, downing about three bottles, maybe even four.

No, was it four bottles?

As he thought, something hit the back of his head.

Thud!

If his wig hadn’t been firmly secured, it would have been torn off. It had been such a hard hit.

“Ugh...”

As Gongye groaned, a voice reached his ears.

“Did you sleep well, you bastard?”

His blurry vision focused on the man facing him. The man had a slender, cunning face, looking quite sly.

“W-Who are you?”

“Who am I? Who am Iii?”

The man repeated the question with a thin voice. Each time, Gongye felt the heat rising in the back of his head.

Smack! Thud!

“Ouch! Why are you hitting me?!”

“Why hit you? Why hit youu?”

The man’s voice rattled Gongye’s head, and he kept his mouth shut, fearing more hits.

“This bastard. Staying quiet again? You think I won’t hit you if you’re quiet?”

The man raised his hand, and Gongye instinctively shrank his neck, but then, a familiar voice stopped the man.

“Don’t do that!”

It was Baek Cho-un, who was also tied up.

Only then did Gongye look around. He saw Baek Cho-un, Baek Ju-a, and the rest of the Baekha Escort Agency members all tied up in the room. Even Tang Soso, sitting in a corner, was bound.

Surrounding them were several men with menacing looks, each holding a sharp blade.

“Little brat, what did you just say?”

The man who had been beating Gongye was about to approach Baek Cho-un when the largest of the men stepped forward.

“Take it easy. We were told to bring back the Baekha bloodline unharmed.”

“No, brother. Wasn’t that for the woman’s side? And I just heard—this little rat...”

“Seong-o.”

At his intervention, the sly-looking man named Seong-o stepped back. “Hmph,” Seong-o muttered before giving Gongye another hard blow to the back of the head.

Thud!

“You take the hit, bastard.”

The man who had been referred to as brother asked Seong-o.

“You didn’t miss anyone, right?”

“I don’t think so, brother. I told the youngest to check, just in case.”

Seong-o answered while glancing at Baek Cho-un with a deadly gaze. Terrified by the look, Baek Cho-un shrank back.

“Then have someone tell the Red Flower Gate Master that this side is done.”

“Ah! Brother, let’s not do that. Have you already forgotten the last time?”

“What?”

“The Red Flower Gate Master, that bastard, is always in a foul mood, right? Last time, after we finished early, he reduced the reward. He said we overcharged for an easy job.”

“Hmm, that’s true.”

Admitting it, Seong-o continued.

“So why not rest a bit? We only need to hold on until morning.”

“Hm, then maybe we should?”

Looking at the brother, it seemed like he was hesitant, despite his imposing size. As with most such groups, he had probably become the leader because of his physical strength, while Seong-o acted as the brain, sticking close to him.

‘Who are these bastards? Are they some of the safa group I’ve heard about?’

As Gongye processed the situation, Baek Ju-a’s trembling voice cut through his thoughts.

“Why are you doing this to us? What kind of grudge do you have?”

“No grudge, it’s just a job I’m getting paid for...”

Seong-o chuckled, and Baek Ju-a pleaded again.

“If that’s the case, at least release my mother and Cho-un. They’re both still sick.”

“Sick? Where?”

Seong-o walked toward the middle-aged woman tied up with the ropes. Baek Ju-a’s mother looked pale, as if she could collapse at any moment.

“Who cares? If you say one more useless thing, I might just make her a real patient.”

Seong-o kicked her lightly with his foot. Hearing her faint groan, Baek Cho-un shouted again.

“Don’t touch my mother!”

“Hah.”

Seong-o stepped toward Baek Cho-un. This time, the brother didn’t stop him and just watched.

Seong-o pulled out a small dagger and pressed it close to the frightened boy’s face, whispering.

“Don’t mess with me, kid. If you keep this up, you’ll be the one to go to hell before your mother does.”

“I-I’m sorry. Cho-un is just a little foolish. Please forgive us...”

Baek Cho-un’s mother, barely able to speak, begged. Seong-o sneered and sheathed his dagger. Having broken Baek Cho-un’s will, he then spoke.

“Brother, aren’t you hungry?”

“Hungry.”

Seong-o’s gaze shifted around the room and landed on Tang Soso, who was seated nearby.

“Wait, brother.”

“What?”

“I heard one of Baekha Escort’s enemies is sitting there.”

“Oh, right. What was it again? The spy, spy...”

“A spy, you mean?”

“Yeah, the spy!”

Seong-o called out to Tang Soso.

“You there, are you the spy?”

All eyes turned toward Tang Soso.