The Divine And Demonic Doctor [EN]: Chapter 91

Divine Physician of the Demonic World (91)

“What, you bastard?”

Beom Gyewi glared and shouted. Gadudal, who had been muttering to himself, was startled, not realizing how sharp Beom Gyewi’s ears were, and quickly changed his tune.

“It’s just strange, isn’t it? To monitor the two of you so closely when confirming your identities? And with such clumsy guys? The number of people is small, and it’s just odd.”

Gadudal tilted his head.

“If nothing else, I’m the best in the world at being chased. Who else is more of an expert in this field than me!”

Even as he said it, Gadudal felt he had blundered.

As expected, a rebuke immediately followed.

“Some boast. A great expert indeed.”

Gadudal’s eyes twinkled.

Unlike the rebuke, the two seemed to be anticipating his explanation.

Cautiously gauging their reactions, Gadudal carefully voiced his opinion.

“The more dangerous the person, the fewer the numbers and the more skilled the people they send. But those guys are just a ragtag bunch.”

Cho Akryang and Beom Gyewi nodded.

As he said, it was definitely strange.

“I’ve seen this a few times…”

Gadudal’s eyes became serious.

“One is when they underestimate you, the other is a sacrifice. They must know the situation on our side, so it’s not the former. That means it’s reasonable to see it as a sacrifice.”

“A sacrifice?”

“Yes, a scapegoat.”

Cho Akryang’s eyes turned cold.

“They’re trying to make us use our martial arts and reveal our identities.”

Gadudal nodded.

“If there are any victims in the process, all the better. From the start, their goal is to ensnare you two with grudges.”

This was the front yard of the Hwasan Sect.

It was the perfect condition for a trap.

If martial artists from the Murim Alliance [a large coalition of martial arts sects] died in their territory, the Hwasan Sect would not be able to escape responsibility.

Beom Gyewi let out a chilling laugh and looked around.

“We can just kill them all. So that no evidence remains.”

Gadudal flinched at the murderous glint in Beom Gyewi’s eyes.

Cho Akryang frowned and said.

“Don’t you want to see Doctor Dan ever again?”

“…!”

“Have you forgotten why we’re going around getting signatures on the petition?”

“Tch!”

Beom Gyewi clicked his tongue with a frustrated expression. At the same time, the fierce murderous intent disappeared as if it were a lie. Gadudal was once again reminded of how much Dan Akseon’s existence meant to Beom Gyewi.

After gathering his thoughts for a moment, Cho Akryang smiled faintly.

“We can’t just dance to their tune.”

“So, you’re saying we should just quietly eat this bloated noodle and leave?”

At Beom Gyewi’s grumbling, the smile on Cho Akryang’s face deepened.

“That wouldn’t be cost-effective.”

Cho Akryang continued with a meaningful look.

“We have to return what we received, right? The Hwasan guys don’t seem to have good feelings towards the Murim Alliance either, so giving them a reason would be quite interesting, don’t you think?”

“Ah!”

Gadudal, understanding the words, exclaimed and nodded.

On the other hand, Beom Gyewi frowned, not understanding.

“What are you talking about? Can you make it simple? I don’t understand any of it.”

Cho Akryang quietly smiled.

“You just do what you usually do. Just don’t kill them.”

After speaking, Cho Akryang got up from his seat and approached a table some distance away.

The eyes of the Murim Alliance martial artist disguised as a guest widened.

It was because Cho Akryang sat down in the opposite chair and spoke to him as if nothing was wrong.

“You’ve been through a lot. It’s bad to have the wrong superiors.”

“…!”

While the other party was surprised and unable to speak, Cho Akryang calmly opened his mouth.

“But isn’t this a bit much? To put surveillance on the people who saved your daughter.”

The middle-aged man, a lower-level spy from the Cheonidan [a secret organization], disguised as a peddler, flinched.

Facing Cho Akryang’s cold gaze, he felt the blood in his body chilling.

“I… I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else…”

Cho Akryang quietly smiled.

Even in this situation, the sight of the other party making pathetic excuses was almost pitiful.

“Go and tell the Alliance Leader.”

Just as Cho Akryang was about to continue, Beom Gyewi suddenly opened his mouth, having approached at some point.

“A guy who doesn’t deserve his balls.”

“…!”

The spy’s expression froze as his eyes widened.

Regardless,

Beom Gyewi was grinding his teeth at Namgung Baek.

“A man shouldn’t go back on his word. Is this how your Alliance Leader repays favors?”

After speaking, Beom Gyewi glanced at Cho Akryang.

Beom Gyewi grinned at Cho Akryang’s nod.

“W-What are you talking about…”

Beom Gyewi glared at the man who continued to deny it until the end.

“Want to die?”

“…!”

The man, startled, quickly stepped back.

It was because he had already been told that their surveillance targets might be Cho Akryang and Beom Gyewi.

A line of coldness appeared on Cho Akryang’s face at that moment.

“Do peddlers these days carry such weapons?”

The man, belatedly realizing his appearance, couldn’t hide his embarrassment. Surprised by the murderous intent Beom Gyewi emitted, he reflexively grabbed the hidden dagger on his belt.

Beom Gyewi shouted at the sight of the dagger slightly revealed.

“Wow! The Murim Alliance is scary. They draw their swords right away after a few words?”

“That’s because you guys criticized us first…”

Cho Akryang chuckled and retorted.

“When did we criticize you? We criticized the Murim Alliance Leader.”

“…!”

The man, at a loss for words, looked around. However, the other members were diligently ignoring him.

It was then.

‘Huh?’

The man looked down at his hand in embarrassment.

The dagger was slowly being drawn out against his will.

No matter how hard he tried to push the sword back in, it wouldn’t budge.

Rather, the dagger was completely revealed by an unknown force.

Clang!

The cold sound of metal and the swaying dagger.

The man’s eyes shook uncontrollably.

“Oh! Are you going to commit murder and silence us?”

Beom Gyewi, who had moved the man’s hand with telekinesis, shouted as if he had been waiting for it.

Cho Akryang immediately took the words.

“To try to kill the opponent as soon as their identity is revealed! Is this really the way of the Murim Alliance!”

Usually, they would growl at each other like that, but at times like this, the two were a perfect match.

“No, this is… Heup.”

The man, who was about to open his mouth to make excuses, gasped.

It was because the dagger suddenly slashed through the air.

“Oops!”

Beom Gyewi exaggeratedly stepped back, noisily pushing away the table and chairs.

“Blood!”

A hairline scratch was already on Beom Gyewi’s neck. It was a scratch he had made himself with his fingernail, but at first glance, it looked like a sword blade had barely grazed past.

“Did your Alliance Leader order you to do it? To bring the head of the doctor who saved his daughter?”

The spies of the Murim Alliance who had infiltrated the inn could not understand the current situation.

Their colleague seemed to be exchanging a few words with the surveillance target, and then suddenly drew his sword and attacked the two.

—Don’t use any advanced martial arts.

—What martial arts are you talking about against these guys.

Thump!

Crash!

“Kuaak!”

“Aaaagh!”

All sorts of furniture were smashed, and screams erupted from everywhere.

Beom Gyewi grabbed the men and simply threw them around recklessly.

—Cho hyung [older brother], I have a question.

While throwing the Murim Alliance martial artists around, Beom Gyewi sent a telepathic message.

—Which bone hurts the most when it’s broken?

—The femur. Then the ribs.

It was a part that was difficult to splint and did not heal easily. Beom Gyewi, grinning, grabbed and broke the most painful parts one by one before throwing them away again.

At this time, Gadudal, who was watching outside the inn, carefully opened his mouth.

“A group of people is approaching. It seems to be people from the Hwasan Sect.”

Cho Akryang nodded and said to Beom Gyewi.

“Let’s stop and go.”

“Already?”

Beom Gyewi smacked his lips as if he was disappointed.

He looked reluctant to give up the long-awaited pleasure.

However, the inn was already a mess.

Not to mention the broken furniture, there were large holes in the walls everywhere.

Not to mention the Murim Alliance spies crumpled and groaning here and there.

Cho Akryang turned to Gadudal.

“Pay the innkeeper for the repairs.”

“Me?”

“And this too.”

Cho Akryang handed over the Murim Alliance martial artist’s identification tag.

Gadudal grumbled inwardly and walked towards the counter.

The innkeeper had already run away long ago.

Gadudal placed the silver coins and the Murim Alliance’s identification tag on the counter and used his movement technique to follow the two who had already disappeared.

Inside the ruined inn, only groans were occasionally heard from various places.

* * *

Han Seolhwa and Dan Akseon were heading to the inn with the guidance of Jinmyeong Jin-in.

“That place still remains?”

At Han Seolhwa’s question, Jinmyeong Jin-in smiled quietly.

It was one of the few places of memories for him with Han Seolhwa.

“Time has passed and the owner has changed, but other than that, everything is the same.”

Han Seolhwa felt happy.

It had been quite a while since she first visited the inn called Yarhyang (Night Fragrance).

In his younger days, Jinmyeong Jin-in had guided her, saying he would let her taste the most famous noodle dish in the vicinity.

However, she was soon disappointed.

She couldn’t feel the taste that was said to be so excellent.

Her expression, taste, and smell had already begun to become paralyzed around that time.

The only thing she could feel was a scent that tickled the tip of her nose. Later, she learned that it was the scent of a flower tree called Yarhyang.

Flower trees were planted everywhere around the inn, and the name of the inn, Yarhyang, originated from there.

The flowers were not very large and not flashy enough to be noticeable.

However, like its name, it closed its petals during the day and fully bloomed at night, filling the surroundings with a strong and sweet fragrance all night long.

To Han Seolhwa, who was losing her senses, the fragrance was a great comfort.

Han Seolhwa, recalling the memories of that time, smiled faintly.

However, she soon encountered an absurd situation.

“Everything is the same?”

At Han Seolhwa’s words, an undisguisable embarrassment appeared on Jinmyeong Jin-in’s face.

It was because the old-fashioned atmosphere with the traces of time had disappeared, and the inn was broken and tilted everywhere as if it would collapse at any moment.

“Have you arrived?”

At this time, someone approached from afar and greeted Jinmyeong Jin-in.

“What is going on?”

At Jinmyeong Jin-in’s question, the innkeeper who was running Yarhyang sighed with a troubled face.

“That’s…”

The innkeeper explained without adding or subtracting what he had just seen and heard.

Jinmyeong Jin-in, who had grasped the whole story, asked with a surprised expression.

“You said that a martial artist belonging to the Murim Alliance used lethal moves first?”

“Yes. I heard that the opponents were the doctors who saved the daughter of the Murim Alliance Leader.”

A faint anger rose above the eyes of Jinmyeong Jin-in, who had received and confirmed the Murim Alliance’s nameplate from the owner.

On the other hand, Han Seolhwa was inwardly dumbfounded.

She had clearly told them not to do anything and stay still, but it was because of the idiots who couldn’t stand it and were causing accidents.