Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 628

‘What is this now?’

Jang Da-jing tilted his head, looking at the plane he was supposed to board.

‘A cargo plane?’

A plane that carries cargo exclusively.

He had heard of them, but there was no way an ordinary person would ever get to ride one.

‘It looks like a regular passenger plane on the outside…’

He was once again struck by the power of a man named Kang Jin-ho.

Even in China, this was not a common occurrence. Not even the various kings who wielded immense influence in China’s political and business circles could pull off something like this so casually.

It was partly because they were all keeping each other in check, but what was certain was that Kang Jin-ho’s influence in Korea was far greater than the influence the Hong King faction, etc., could exert in China.

In terms of quantity, he couldn’t match the Hong King faction’s influence over the vast expanse of China, but in terms of quality, it was clear that he surpassed them.

‘He’s quite something.’

Jang Da-jing knew both the Hong King and Kang Jin-ho. Comparing the two, he couldn’t say that Kang Jin-ho was greater than the Hong King. In his eyes, the Assembly had not yet escaped being a peripheral organization. It couldn’t match the Hong King, who controlled a third of the vast continent.

However, Kang Jin-ho had completely seized control of Korea in just a few months. It was something that even the Hong King wouldn’t have been able to do easily. It wouldn’t be difficult for the Hong King to dominate Korea by force. But in the process, a lot of blood would have been shed, and what could be controlled would have diminished.

On the other hand, Kang Jin-ho had taken control of Korea in a way that could be called bloodless, in an extremely moderate manner. Thanks to that, there wasn’t even any particular backlash happening right now.

Just recently, he had achieved perfect unity by getting rid of all the elders.

In that sense, he was a self-made man.

No matter how much he had been an enemy until recently, he should be someone you couldn’t help but respect…

Ugh.

Jang Da-jing frowned, looking at Kang Jin-ho.

‘No, act a little dignified, you jerk!’

Looking at Kang Jin-ho, who was half-dazed with his luggage slung over his shoulder, made him feel down.

Was that the look of a warrior entering enemy territory? He looked like someone who had finished a world tour and was left with his last trip to China, exhausted and haggard.

Besides, it was still a trip abroad, yet he was wearing a tracksuit. Anyone would think he was a professional backpacker.

It was awkward.

Jang Da-jing was feeling an unbearable awkwardness. Bator, who usually served as his conversation partner, was grinning from ear to ear, and it was uncomfortable to talk to Kang Jin-ho.

Think about it.

Jang Da-jing was a new employee. Not even a new employee who had gotten in with a great connection, but just a new employee who was hired as a temporary contract worker because they needed an interpreter when an outside director came in.

He had some experience in other areas, but it was at a level that was embarrassing to call a career. Whether it was unfortunate or fortunate, Jang Da-jing was a man who was very quick to grasp the situation.

His combat ability was worse than that of a random old man in the Assembly. Even a new warrior who was being scolded by his seniors and cleaning the toilet with a brush could beat him with one arm tied behind his back if he wanted to.

The only reason he could hold his head up high was because Bator’s favor was upon him.

But…

‘That means nothing to that man.’

If the opponent was Kang Jin-ho, Bator’s favor was just a candle in the wind. A candle that would be extinguished with just a sneeze from Kang Jin-ho.

Moreover, Kang Jin-ho was the most incomprehensible human he had ever seen. Should he be called a human who went to extremes between a demon and an idiot?

The moment Jang Da-jing confronted Kang Jin-ho, he could understand if he holed up in a corner and ate snacks to relieve stress, or if he couldn’t control his temper and broke the plane’s window and threw himself out.

He would probably calmly respond to Bator’s advice that the plane was going to crash with, ‘So what? Then we die?’ Because that man would be able to swim to China even if he crashed into the West Sea.

‘Come to think of it, why is he even taking a plane?’

He doesn’t even have any luggage.

With that level of ability, he could just wear a pair of underwear, wrap his luggage in plastic, and dive into the sea off Incheon and get to Yantai in no time.

‘Anyway, those higher-ups.’

They were always the ones who made things bigger.

Was it even reasonable that they had to go through all this trouble just to secretly get one person into China? Taking out cargo and putting a person on a cargo plane.

There were limits to illegal immigration, and this scale was almost like a 007 operation.

Well, of course, it had less impact than a military operation.

Whether it was Korea or China, if the other side’s spy was caught infiltrating, they would make a fuss, but if the other side’s warrior was caught infiltrating another country, it was often just brushed off as, ‘Oh, those damn bastards are causing trouble again.’

They couldn’t deal with it officially, and since warriors were similar to cockroaches, they couldn’t be eradicated even if they tried, so they tacitly acknowledged and moved on.

Even so, this was too big of a scale…

Jang Da-jing approached Kang Jin-ho with a slightly disgruntled face.

“Is that really the plane we’re taking?”

“…I don’t know?”

Jang Da-jing couldn’t help but deeply reflect on Kang Jin-ho’s expression, which seemed to say, ‘Why are you asking me that?’

That’s right. It was Jang Da-jing’s fault. How could he ask that of this man?

In the end, Jang Da-jing had no choice but to look around for someone who could answer his questions.

‘Me, a guide?’

Good heavens.

Kang Jin-ho was one thing, but Lee Hyun-soo was also hopeless. When had Jang Da-jing ever experienced something like this that they would entrust him with this task?

He was a spy for the Hong King faction, but when he came to Korea, he came in a dignified manner by plane.

Getting a work visa wasn’t that difficult. It wasn’t like he had smuggled himself in by hiding in the freezer of a fishing boat like in the movies.

Yet, they were entrusting him, who had no experience with smuggling on a fishing boat, with smuggling on an airplane. What kind of guts did they have?

As if understanding Jang Da-jing’s feelings, someone approached them.

“Are you Mr. Kang Jin-ho?”

“That’s him.”

Jang Da-jing pointed to Kang Jin-ho with both hands, looking delighted.

His posture was polite, but his inner thoughts were screaming, ‘This man is Kang Jin-ho, so please resolve this situation quickly.’

“I received your message. Please come this way.”

Jang Da-jing cheered at the savior who had finally appeared. But unfortunately, that cheer didn’t last long.

Jang Da-jing was suffering from a strange sense of incongruity as he looked inside the cargo plane.

‘Seriously.’

A cargo plane exists to transport cargo. It has to carry as much cargo as possible within the weight limit allowed by the plane. Depending on the cargo, there were some that were light but bulky, so all the cumbersome decorations inside were removed, and the plane was designed to maximize practicality.

It looked like the same passenger plane from the outside, but the inside was extremely crude.

But…

‘Why did they go so overboard?’

Of course, it wasn’t like they had decorated it like a first-class cabin. They had barely changed the interior to call it first-class. But it was unimaginable that there would be first-class seats and flight attendants inside a cargo plane.

“Hmm, the chair…”

Bator nodded, seemingly pleased with the chair.

‘Well, of course.’

That man’s butt wouldn’t even fit in anything other than a first-class seat. His upper body was relatively overdeveloped, so his lower body was small compared to his bulk, but he was still much bigger than an average person.

To Bator, a typical economy seat would feel smaller than a fishing chair.

“It’s a bit small, but this is fine.”

Bator nodded. He seemed to like the consideration of moving a first-class chair.

‘My seat is also first-class.’

In fact, if they were to be ranked by reputation and ability, the two of them should be sitting in first-class seats, and he should be sitting on a mat in the cargo hold behind them, and he wouldn’t have anything to say.

Should he be grateful that they were treating him the same because they were in the same group, or should he not…

Jang Da-jing sighed deeply, looking at the chair he was assigned.

It was nice that they had installed a chair, but why did it have to be placed right next to the other two? Since Kang Jin-ho and Bator had already taken the window seats, he had to sit in the middle.

Bator on the left and Kang Jin-ho on the right.

This was a lineup that was as good as the Azure Dragon [a mythical creature representing the east] on the left and the White Tiger [a mythical creature representing the west] on the right.

Of course, in a bad way.

If there was ever a time to show off with these two on either side, it would be reassuring, but what was there for him to show off on this plane? It was just a burden.

“Please give me your luggage.”

“Ah… yes.”

Looking at the flight attendant taking his luggage, he started to sweat.

‘Is this okay?’

No, this was illegal immigration. They were hiding on a cargo plane to enter China. But why was there a flight attendant on such a plane?

“Logically speaking…”

“Yes?”

“Ah, never mind.”

Unlike the flustered Jang Da-jing, the flight attendant seemed very calm. As if she had experienced this many times before.

‘There’s no way!’

There were countless people who committed illegal acts in the world, but there was no way that people who committed such acts were common.

He wanted to applaud the flight attendant’s professional attitude.

“We will be taking off soon. Please fasten your seatbelts. A brief safety briefing…”

“You can skip it.”

“Yes. Then…”

The flight attendant smiled brightly and nodded.

“I’ll see you again after takeoff.”

No, you don’t have to.

“How is it, Jang Da-jing? How does it feel to be going to China after a long time?”

“Can I be honest?”

“No. It’s okay. It’ll be ticklish. Anyway, enjoy this moment.”

He felt like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse, and he was being told to enjoy the moment?

Maybe this person also had poor empathy. Jang Da-jing sighed deeply and fastened his seatbelt.

He was a warrior, so he wouldn’t be hurt by the plane shaking, but he should respect the flight attendant for now.

As the announcement came on and the plane slowly began to move, Jang Da-jing turned his head and looked out the window.

‘Please let me return safely.’

He didn’t really believe in any god, but now was the moment when he needed the power of religion.

Jang Da-jing was earnestly praying to some unknown being, but unfortunately, there was no god generous enough to protect him, as he had never offered any devotion before.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been to China, and my body is heating up. Heh heh, this will be fun.”

A very ominous remark was heard.

Jang Da-jing just closed his eyes. Let’s sleep.

It would be more comfortable if he just slept.