Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1360

“You dare utter such words in front of me.”

Jang Min’s shoulders twitched.

It looked as if he would pounce on Bang Jin-hoon at any moment.

Wiggins was horrified and stepped between them.

“Elder, please calm down!” But Bang Jin-hoon pushed Wiggins away.

“We all know that you care deeply for the Lord. But good intentions don’t always lead to good results. You need to think about the situation rationally! What’s important now isn’t making you feel better, but the Lord’s safety!”

Jang Min’s face contorted.

Bang Jin-hoon didn’t push any further and calmly waited for Jang Min’s reaction.

After a long time of grinding his teeth, Jang Min finally let out a deep sigh.

“You are not wrong.”

“Wiggins.”

“Yes, Elder.”

“Are you in contact with the Demonic Lord?”

“Yes. We re-established communication recently. The Lord is currently entering Harbin to cross the border.”

“Harbin?”

“Yes.”

Jang Min’s face hardened.

“I understand.”

Jang Min seemed to be pondering something before opening his mouth.

“I apologize for speaking rashly to you.”

“Ah, no, Elder.”

“It seems I was blinded by concern for the Demonic Lord’s safety. Bang Director is right. What’s important now isn’t making me feel better, but ensuring the Demonic Lord returns safely.”

Cold sweat trickled down Wiggins’s forehead.

The tension in his body eased.

“Wiggins.”

“Yes, Elder.”

“No matter what, the Demonic Lord must return to Korea safely. If there’s anything the Order can do to help, I will do it.”

“Yes. I will also request assistance if needed.”

“And um….”

Jang Min trailed off, hesitating to speak.

“No, it’s not necessary to discuss this with you. Anyway, I will also move independently. I will report if there are any situations that need to be reported.”

“Report? That’s not necessary.” Jang Min narrowed his eyes.

“But keep one thing in mind.”

“Yes?”

“If, despite your best efforts, something happens to the Demonic Lord….”

Jang Min said coldly.

“You should all forget about surviving.”

Jang Min stared at them for a moment before turning and leaving the conference room. As soon as Jang Min was completely gone, Wiggins slumped into a chair.

Bang Jin-hoon simply sat down on the floor.

“Wow, I thought I was going to die.”

“What kind of guts do you have to talk to him like that?”

“But I was right, wasn’t I?”

“Do you know why great people die young?”

“I don’t know?”

“It’s because they speak the truth, the truth!”

Wiggins shook his head.

‘He’s out of his mind.’

The fact that Bang Jin-hoon could say such things to a fanatic who had lost his reason showed what kind of person he was.

A hopeless rebel.

A person who would speak the truth even with a knife to his throat.

“Besides, what Elder Jang Min is saying is exactly what you were insisting on until just now.”

“Do you know what?”

“What?”

“When I see someone else saying what I say, I become objective.”

“It’s not that, it’s self-loathing.”

“That might be true too.”

Wiggins sighed.

‘This is terrible, really.’

They managed to handle Jang Min’s situation, but this wasn’t a simple problem.

‘There’s already discord.’

Not only Jang Min, but Bang Jin-hoon and Wiggins also couldn’t agree until just now. It was just Wiggins unilaterally pushing his opinion.

The moment Kang Jin-ho, the suppressor, disappeared, the unique board members of the General Assembly began to refuse to compromise their opinions. If Kang Jin-ho had been here right now, Bang Jin-hoon would have been scolded and shrunk, and Jang Min would have been kicked out of the building faster than he had burst in.

Wiggins sighed deeply.

“You didn’t have to give us a preview.”

“Yes?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Wiggins waved his hand.

‘Let’s think positively.’

Thinking negatively won’t help. First, let’s try to be as positive as possible….

“The Lord is escaping the enemy’s pursuit and moving to his destination, so if things go well, he should be able to enter Korea within a few days. Then everything will be resolved.”

“That’s true.”

“If there are no other problems.”

Wiggins and Bang Jin-hoon looked at each other and nodded. It seemed that the existing forces were forming an alliance as a third force, Jang Min, had appeared.

“There won’t be any other problems, right?”

“Is there anything else that could be a problem? As long as those government bastards don’t interfere.”

“That’s right. That’s the problem.”

“He’s not a three-year-old. The Lord will take care of the rest. He’s not going to starve, is he?”

“Huh? What did you just say?”

“He’s not a three-year-old.”

“No, not that, the other thing.”

“He’s not going to starve.”

Bang Jin-hoon tilted his head at Wiggins’s blank reaction.

“What’s wrong?”

“It just occurred to me….”

“Yes.”

“Does the Lord… have any money?”

“Come on, that guy is so rich. What kind of joke is that… wait a minute. Withdrawal…”

“…Those bastards.”

Jang Pil-jae trembled as he checked his bank balance.

Zero won.

The money that had been filling his account just a few days ago had disappeared.

“These….”

It was illegal to touch personal accounts. Jang Pil-jae, who thought they wouldn’t go this far, clutched his head.

“This is too much. Those bastards, how much have I sacrificed for the country?”

“You don’t have any?”

“I don’t have a single penny.”

Jang Pil-jae turned to Lee Hyun-soo with a trembling face. Lee Hyun-soo was looking at Jang Pil-jae with a pathetic expression.

“And you don’t carry any cash either?”

“Why would I need cash? China is so automated these days. You can just use mobile pay.”

“Then what happened to that mobile pay!”

Lee Hyun-soo shrugged.

“I came in with the ID and phone they gave me, but if they block it, that’s it. There’s no way to register a new one.”

Jang Pil-jae gritted his teeth.

‘They’re going to be this petty, huh?’

They couldn’t make payments.

Both Jang Pil-jae and Lee Hyun-soo were blocked from using money. Their Korean bank accounts had been blocked long ago, and the cards they received with their fake IDs were also blocked.

It wasn’t a fatal blow, but it was certainly a terrible one.

“I haven’t eaten for two days.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“We’re going to enter North Korea now, right?”

“That’s right.”

“So that means we’ll have to keep starving until we get to Korea?”

“Now that you mention it, it seems so.”

Jang Pil-jae couldn’t hold back his anger and exploded.

“No! Damn it! At this rate, I’ll be begging for handouts like a beggar from the Jangma Gang [a group of beggars]! How can we not be able to eat because we don’t have money?”

“You’ve been fixed up, and now you’re getting angry. Why are you taking it out on us? It’s your country that’s doing this.”

“Damn it, I’ve lived a useless life!”

Jang Pil-jae forcibly suppressed his anger.

‘Those bastards.’

It wasn’t just the fact that he couldn’t eat that made him angry. The fact that his account was blocked meant that the National Intelligence Service recognized him as an enemy. How many people could remain calm when the workplace they had devoted their entire lives to had abandoned them and decided to eliminate them?

Moreover, Jang Pil-jae’s workplace was not just a simple workplace. It was a living power in the name of the state.

‘Is it right to go back to Korea?’

When you think about it, isn’t it ironic?

People who become targets of a country usually struggle to escape that country. Like the Dalai Lama, who became a target of China and wandered overseas.

But those who had become targets of South Korea were attempting the insane act of breaking through North Korea to return to South Korea.

“Are we going to cross North Korea without a single meal? Without a car?”

“…That’ll be dynamic.”

Jang Pil-jae laughed.

“Look here, Lee Hyun-soo.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s be realistic, shall we?”

“What do you mean?”

“We may not have money, but we’re not powerless, are we?”

“If we just close our eyes and take out a couple of people and steal their wallets….”

“Are you crazy? Aren’t you a public official?”

Jang Pil-jae protested.

“I’m a public official of South Korea, not China! Why should I care about the safety of Chinese people?”

“Wow, your character.”

“Ugh.”

Jang Pil-jae trembled.

The situation was bad enough, but Lee Hyun-soo’s way of needling him was driving Jang Pil-jae crazy.

Lee Hyun-soo, who was watching the seething Jang Pil-jae, turned his head slightly and looked at Kang Jin-ho.

“He’s not wrong, but what should we do? It’s not just about eating now, we need some preparation to cross North Korea. It’s going to be difficult without any money, right?”

Kang Jin-ho smiled.

“I’m fine.”

Seriously, that guy.

A person should have some conscience.

“Lord.”

Lee Hyun-soo said with a sigh.

“You may not know, but we are human. Humans need to eat to have strength. I’m going to die from low blood sugar.”

“A martial artist shouldn’t be so weak.” Jang Pil-jae raised his hand.

“I’m not a martial artist?”

“An intelligence agent shouldn’t be so weak.”

“…No, do you think intelligence agents have a sugar pouch or something? People need to eat to live.”

Kang Jin-ho sighed.

‘This is a ridiculous situation.’

Kang Jin-ho was one of the richest people in South Korea. Who would have imagined that Kang Jin-ho would be struggling because he didn’t have any money?

“That’s why I told you to wear a nice watch and some luxury items! Why do you dress so shabbily when you have so much money?”

“…And you?”

“I didn’t bring any because I was afraid of losing them.”

Kang Jin-ho and Lee Hyun-soo looked at each other and sighed. They always felt that they were useless to each other when they really needed help.

“But one thing is good.”

“What?”

“We look so much like beggars that people don’t suspect us. What’s the difference between us and Jang Pil-jae right now?”

“Hey, why are you including me in that?”

“Look. Those beggars think we’re new beggars and are coming over. They’re probably going to tell us to get lost because we’re their rivals.”

Lee Hyun-soo turned his head, annoyed, and looked at the approaching people. Their shabby appearance was indeed worthy of being Jang Pil-jae’s companions. Just as Lee Hyun-soo was about to push away the approaching people, one of them opened his mouth in a low voice.

“Lee Hyun-soo?”

Lee Hyun-soo’s face hardened.

Confirming his reaction, the beggar took a step forward. It was the moment Lee Hyun-soo was about to strike the beggar in front of him.

“We pay our respects to the Demonic Lord!”

“We come to see the Demonic Lord!”

The approaching people all knelt down and bowed their heads to the ground.

Lee Hyun-soo stared at the kneeling people for a moment before turning his head to Kang Jin-ho.

“When did you become a gang leader?”

That’s right.