Around the time of the Ox hour, three mosquitoes hovered around the guest hall. They were too large to be called mosquitoes, and they were all wearing masks.

After observing the surroundings for about half a shichen (one hour), the three, who had gathered in the dark forest of the garden, discussed how to move.

Bi-sun, touching his chin, said, "Strangely, the security is lax. It feels like it has decreased by more than half compared to yesterday."

"I think so too. The number of patrolling bastards has also decreased a lot. The number of lanterns has also decreased by half compared to yesterday."

At Bi-sun's story, Jo-rim said with the same thought.

Since Jin Sa-wol had looked around the inn for the first time today, he did not know the situation of yesterday.

In his eyes, this much just seemed quite good.

The guards were standing at a moderate distance, and they had lit lanterns or pine resin fires where necessary.

There were also many torches, so it was not inferior compared to the main headquarters of the Demonic Cult or the Martial Alliance.

Of course, it was not to the extent that they could not enter.

"If the security had been twice as much, we would have been caught the moment we jumped over the wall."

Jin Sa-wol uttered in a dry voice with an expressionless face.

If it were Bi-sun and Jo-rim's martial arts, there was a possibility that they would be discovered while entering the guest hall. He could understand why they had been waiting in the Silver Room.

Bi-sun showed a smile as if he had recalled something.

"It seems like they're telling us to come in..."

"These bastards must think we're idiots. If they had gradually reduced the security and created a gap, we wouldn't have noticed, but this is too obvious."

"It's rather good. We can't not go when they're telling us to come in."

Jin Sa-wol nodded and gestured to Bi-sun and Jo-rim.

As the two's figures scattered to the left and right, Jin Sa-wol's figure disappeared with black smoke.

***

The main gate of the guest hall was wide open. In front of it, four guards had lit a pine resin fire and were observing the surroundings.

About ten zhang away in a straight line from the main gate, there was a separate room, and behind it, about ten separate rooms were gathered with a small wall in between.

In the middle separate room, Buk Myeong-woo was sitting.

Although it was past the time of the Ox hour, Buk Myeong-woo was not asleep. It was his daily routine to sleep around the time of the Tiger hour and wake up after two shichen (four hours).

In the chair next to him, Wang Yao was sitting. He, as if he were anxious after Do-jeong's death, stayed in Buk Myeong-woo's separate room when night came.

Wang Yao, who had been dozing for a while, rubbed his eyes and raised his head.

"Do you think the assassins will come?"

"They will come within a few days."

"If we loosen the security too much, those bastards might think it's a trap and not come."

"They will come even if they think it's a trap. Would they want to miss the opportunity?"

Hearing Buk Myeong-woo's story, Wang Yao thought that even he would enter the trap to kill the enemy right away today.

Because of resentment.

There are many hot-blooded young people who don't care about fire or water when they get angry. Even experienced masters often lose their reason when they have a grudge.

They jump in like moths to a flame, even knowing that it will lead to death. He had also been like that when he was young.

Wang Yao showed a smile and drank the cold tea. Just then, a long whistle sounded.

Screech!

"Intruder!"

With a loud shout, a sharp sound of wind echoed from the east. A black masked person was seen jumping over the wall through the wide-open window.

Wang Yao hurriedly shook the rope that had come down from the pillar.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

As a loud bell sound echoed, numerous warriors rushed out from around the separate room.

Seeing that, the masked person changed direction and ran away.

"Chase them!"

As dozens of people jumped up, Buk Myeong-woo raised his voice.

"There are two enemies. The guard team, stand by."

"Yes!"

At his command, the remaining hundred or so people surrounded the separate room and waited. A short while later, a long whistle sounded again from the west.

"Enemy!"

"As expected."

Buk Myeong-woo nodded and jumped out the window.

"Chase the enemy! Don't lose them!"

As he jumped over the wall, the warriors of the Sword Wind Hall moved behind him. Only a minimum number of people remained around the guest hall.

"They have to be caught."

Wang Yao let out a long sigh of relief, recalling the back of Buk Myeong-woo who had disappeared beyond the window.

Black smoke gathered behind Wang Yao and slowly turned into a human figure.

It was Jin Sa-wol who had entered using the Ghost Step.

Wang Yao, as if he did not know there was a person behind him, just stared out the window.

Then, at some point, the Yuzhen acupoint on the back of his head and the Tianzhu acupoint on the back of his neck tingled, and a lightning bolt pierced the Fengmen acupoint on his back.

"Keuk!"

Wang Yao, who had let out a groan without realizing it, opened his eyes wide.

His whole body was stiff, and he could not move. Even if he tried to speak, his voice did not come out.

He tried to turn his head, but he could not.

As cold sweat wet his face like rain, a low voice was heard.

"Answer my questions with your eyes. If it's correct, lower your eyes, and if it's wrong, raise them."

Wang Yao's eyes widened at the familiar voice.

'Jin Sa-wol.'

Although he could not see his face, it was definitely Jin Sa-wol's voice.

'How... It wasn't two, but three. When did he come? I heard he was missing in the Demonic Cult. Wasn't he dead? But was he a guy who moved so secretly? This bastard was also an assassin.'

Wang Yao's head was complicated with all sorts of thoughts.

"It's been a long time, but it's a pity to meet like this."

Jin Sa-wol came around to his side so that Wang Yao could see him.

Jin Sa-wol's expression, looking at Wang Yao's eyes, was as emotionless as a doll's.

"Was it the Alliance Leader who ordered the attack on the inn?"

Wang Yao closed his eyes. It meant to kill him.

The only purpose was to drag out time as much as possible.

He had to hold out until Buk Myeong-woo, who had gone out, came.

Jin Sa-wol, examining Wang Yao's sweat-soaked face, said, "You just have to tell me yes or no to my questions. You have never spoken to me. I have never been here either. Isn't that enough? Wouldn't that be a wiser judgment than dying? We have never seen each other."

Wang Yao's eyes flashed open.

Jin Sa-wol's story meant that he would let him live. Since he was answering with his eyes, he had not spoken either.

If they had never met, it meant that nothing had happened.

"Did Namgung Min order it?"

Wang Yao raised his eyes.

Jin Sa-wol, as if he had expected it, asked again.

"It was Zhuge Qing."

Hearing Zhuge Qing's name, Wang Yao lowered his pupils.

Although he had thought it was Zhuge Qing, he needed confirmation. He could not just go and find him.

Jin Sa-wol took out a dagger and stabbed Wang Yao's heart.

The blade of the Night Flower, which had pierced through the flesh, was soaked in blood. Wang Yao looked at Jin Sa-wol with a face of disbelief and wide-open eyes.

"Keo-euh!"

Although a hoarse sound came out of his mouth, Jin Sa-wol was silent. Wang Yao frowned and seemed to be saying something.

'This bastard... to lie... How can you say two things with one mouth!'

Because of the immense pain, Wang Yao's face was even more hideously distorted. Jin Sa-wol, pulling out the Night Flower, said, "I never said I would let you live."

Jin Sa-wol, with an emotionless face, made the trembling Wang Yao lie face down on the table. Even more blood fell to the floor from his opened heart.

As a huge amount of blood began to pool on the floor, Jin Sa-wol retreated. Wang Yao would die soon.

Jin Sa-wol could tell by the presence that there were not many warriors around the guest hall.

It was a number he could sufficiently handle.

It didn't matter if he had entered the guest hall alone. It didn't matter how many guards there were.

All he had to do was kill everyone he saw.

But the reason he had entered secretly like a rat was for the safety of Bi-sun and Jo-rim.

Those two must have entered Guguang Fortress.

Jin Sa-wol, who had drawn the Yuseom Sword, went out of the separate room.

Jin Sa-wol, who had opened the door and gone out to the yard, met the eyes of two guards standing not far away.

"Huh?"

Startled, just as they were about to open their mouths wide, a small lump of light pierced the foreheads of the two warriors.

It was a Sword Bullet Art.

Jin Sa-wol, holding the Yuseom Sword, moved like the wind towards the guards standing outside the door.

***

Whoosh! Whoosh! Thump!

Bi-sun, who had jumped over the wall of Guguang Fortress, disappeared into the fortress. Buk Myeong-woo, who had been chasing closely behind, stopped walking as he climbed the fortress wall.

The view of Guguang Fortress, full of darkness, came into his eyes, but Bi-sun was not there.

"You can go in, but you won't be able to come out."

Whoosh!

Buk Myeong-woo jumped off the fortress with a frown. The members of the Sword Wind Hall who had been waiting gathered around him.

"The third and fourth teams will guard the fortress gate. Search all passersby. Take any suspicious people to the branch, and also contact the branch and tell them to patrol."

"As you command!"

The two team leaders answered at the same time and then quickly headed for the fortress gate.

"We're going back."

Buk Myeong-woo used his lightness skill and ran towards the inn. Over a hundred members of the Sword Wind Hall went with him.

***

Whoosh!

Jo-rim, who had jumped over the west fortress wall, skillfully went into the gaps between the buildings.

A short while later, Seok Jeong-bi, the master of the Fierce Tiger Hall, who had jumped over the fortress gate, went up to the roof of the three-story inn.

But all he could see was the view of the fortress submerged in darkness.

"You rat-like bitch..."

The masked person's figure was that of a woman. The moment he heard the whistle, he had chased, but he couldn't catch her, so his face flushed. He was angry.

Seok Jeong-bi, who had landed on the ground, stomped the ground hard and then turned his body.

"The first team will contact the branch and the government office to guard the fortress gate, and the second team will monitor the area around the fortress wall. The third team will monitor the fortress gate and catch all suspicious people among those who come and go."

"As you command!"

The members of the Fierce Tiger Hall, who had answered with a loud voice, scattered at a fast speed. Seok Jeong-bi, with the remaining division members, headed for the Gangnam Grand Inn.

After they had all retreated, a masked person with a slender figure appeared on the fortress wall, which was full of darkness.

It was a woman with a slender figure. Unlike Jo-rim, she had a sword slung over her shoulder.

Whoosh!

The masked person kicked off the fortress wall, jumped up, and flew towards the inn.

***

Squeak!

Song Ha-sang, who had been startled by the sound of the door opening and had opened his eyes, lit an oil lamp. In that instant, two black shadows flickered before his eyes.

"Aigoo! What a surprise."

Song Ha-sang's eyes widened when he saw Bi-sun and Jo-rim.

"Heok! Heok!"

"Hoo-woo..."

The two gasped for breath, and then, while catching their breath, drank water. Song Ha-sang went into the kitchen, washed rice, and asked, "What happened?"

"I ran with all my might for the first time in a long time."

"It's hard."

Jo-rim pressed her chest and sat down in a chair. The shout of Seok Jeong-bi to stop from behind her back sounded like a phantom.

Although there was a possibility of killing Seok Jeong-bi with an ambush, she could not win against him in a frontal confrontation.

"When will Sa-wol come?"

"He'll come before morning."

Bi-sun answered as if there was nothing to worry about and then leaned against the wall. Song Ha-sang poked his head out from the kitchen.

"Grind some beans. I'm making tofu."

"Haa... I'm sick of it."

***

Buk Myeong-woo's complexion, standing in front of the door of the guest hall, was grim. Because of the subordinates who were dead in front of the door.

Holes were drilled in their foreheads and Tiantu acupoints, and blood was overflowing. It meant that they had not been dead for long.

"We've been had."

Buk Myeong-woo, who was entering the guest hall, swallowed his dry saliva when he found six corpses sitting leaning against the wall.