The Miraculous Divorce Technique

Chapter 17

"Gag. Gag."

"Ugh. Ugh."

Jakdu and his subordinates chewed on the food that was not food, swallowing back the rising nausea.

They couldn't even vomit because Cheok Sagyeol was watching them with a fierce blue light, so they trembled and moved their jaws.

But it was also true that it was impossible for fifty people to dispose of eight hundred people's worth of food waste.

'Boss. We're going to die at this rate!'

'Do something!'

'How can we eat all that!'

The members of the Jakdupa, who were communicating with their eyes, looked at their boss, Jakdu, with tears and snot pouring down their faces.

'What do you want me to do, you bastards...'

Jakdu also did not dare to resist and brought the potato peel in front of him to his mouth.

At least if he ate it himself, he could eat it little by little, but if he resisted, he would have to be forced to chew, tear, taste, and swallow it like the subordinate in front of him.

But at that moment, Jakdu's pupils trembled and shook.

"Mr. Jeokun. Here's the leftover food you mentioned."

Ahwa and the women had gathered the leftover food that people had eaten and brought it.

"Oh, right. You've worked hard. You can leave it here."

Cheok Sagyeol said, looking at the ten or so jars placed on the floor.

"Hey, you bastards, hurry up and eat. The dessert is already here."

Hiiiik.

Jakdu crawled on the floor, approached Cheok Sagyeol, and grabbed his trouser leg.

"G-great hero. We were wrong. Please spare us. No, please kill us. Great herooo!"

Shedding thick tears, Jakdu banged his head on the floor.

"Do you hate my cooking that much? This is called 'jjambap,' and it's quite delicious, so try it first. Your thoughts will change once you try it."

CRACK.

Cheok Sagyeol grabbed Jakdu's jaw and forced his mouth open.

Was it because he felt a sense of crisis?

Jakdu had a brilliant idea.

"Great hero. P-please pack it for me. I'll take it to go. I'll take it and eat it."

At Jakdu's improvisation, his subordinates' eyes sparkled, and they nodded their heads repeatedly.

It seemed they were thinking that not just anyone could be a boss.

"You'll take it to go?"

"Yes. We can't just eat such delicious food for one day, can we? We ordered eight hundred people's worth to eat it over and over again."

"Is that so?"

Cheok Sagyeol let go of Jakdu's face and grinned.

"Take it. But you have to pay before you go, right?"

"Yes! Yes! We have to pay."

Jakdu shot up and took out a money pouch from his bosom.

"Here it is. It should be at least five hundred nyang."

"Huh? Five hundred nyang? Are you kidding me?"

As Cheok Sagyeol's brow furrowed, Jakdu looked at his subordinates and shouted.

"What are you bastards doing!"

As if on cue, the subordinates also shook out and gathered anything that could be money.

"Hey. This won't even be six hundred nyang. It won't even cover the cost of the ingredients."

"Uh... how much would be enough?"

"One big one."

"A-a thousand nyang, you mean. I don't have it now, but I'll send a subordinate to get it from the money lender. Please wait a moment."

"What are you talking about? How much is the labor cost these days? It's eleven thousand two hundred nyang, but I'll cut off the tail and make it ten thousand nyang. Hurry up and go."

At Cheok Sagyeol's nonchalant attitude, Jakdu was at a loss for words.

It was because he was saying ten thousand nyang as if he were calling a neighborhood dog's name.

"Hey. Your expression is sullen. You don't like it?"

"...Umm."

"What? Huh? This bastard is telling me to eat and then cut my stomach open. You really want me to cut your stomach open?"

Cheok Sagyeol took out Sa-wang and growled.

Jakdu sat down, knelt, and begged.

"Great hero, ten thousand nyang is really difficult. Even if I shake out everything I've collected, it's only about five thousand nyang. Can't you do something about it?"

"Hmm... five thousand nyang..."

Cheok Sagyeol crossed his arms and tilted his head as if contemplating. Then, after a long pause, he opened his mouth.

"To snatch up a half-price offer, it feels like I'm being taken for a fool."

"Great herooo!"

"Why did you overdo it? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"I've committed a crime worthy of death. If you forgive me just once, I'll live a good life. Sob."

Cheok Sagyeol saw the sincerity in Jakdu's expression and finally got to the point.

"But I heard you ordered the same amount at Yongmun Inn too? If you add that up, you won't be able to eat it all before it goes bad. The guys who throw their weight around were going to eat it all together, right? Don't they pay?"

There must be a gang that receives tribute from these bastards.

He had said it was a method they used whenever they needed a large sum of money.

Jakdu, as if he had noticed this, nodded his head and opened his mouth.

"That's right. As you said, great hero, there are other guys."

"But can you charge them for the food? You're the ones who ordered it."

"I can. Because we were supposed to eat it together."

They were accomplices because they were trying to receive a huge amount of tribute money.

Jakdu noticed that Cheok Sagyeol in front of him was targeting them from the beginning.

If he was targeting them, it meant he could handle them.

Jakdu did not calculate complicatedly and made a decision as his intuition led him.

"There's a group called the Ilsuhoe. The food that was ordered was for them to eat."

In fact, it was money, not food, but it didn't matter.

Because it was true that those bastards were going to eat it all.

"Ilsuhoe? What kind of guys are they? Are they just guys like you?"

"No. Those guys lend money and take interest. But the interest is a bit higher than the money lenders."

"The interest is high, so why do people use them?"

"Unlike the money lenders, they don't take collateral. They are guys who lend money unconditionally, regardless of credit. But they collect the principal and interest somehow."

"The bastards here even do their bullshit by racking their brains."

In the territory of the Demonic Cult, there were no guys who played with money in a complicated way like the Ilsuhoe.

It was because all the trash who did even slightly strange things were beheaded.

But the ruffians in the righteous faction's territory seemed to be a carbon copy of the righteous faction bastards who put on a pretense of hypocrisy on the outside and did shady things behind the scenes.

"Did you borrow money too?"

"..."

"Forget it. I'm the fool for asking."

"...I'm sorry."

Cheok Sagyeol sent one of Jakdu's subordinates to get five thousand nyang and had the rest move the food.

And with Jakdu in the lead, he moved to the Ilsuhoe.

* * *

The head of the Ilsuhoe, Yong-sik, was sweating profusely as he faced the man in front of him.

He didn't hesitate to kill his subordinates if things went even slightly wrong, and he thought that he himself would not be much different.

"How long do I have to wait? Didn't you say it would be three days?"

"H-he should be on his way with it now. Please wait for one hour, no, half an hour."

"One moment! After that, for every moment you're late, I will cut off your limbs."

"Gasp! Y-yes."

Yong-sik bowed his head repeatedly and then came out and urged his subordinates.

"Has the one who went to Yeongsin Silk Shop arrived?"

"Yes, he has swept up all the cash and bills, and the rest has been filled with silk."

"You foolish bastard! Do you want to see someone die? Go to the money lender and turn it into cash right now!"

Yong-sik hit his subordinate's head and cursed.

"What about the Saha Distillery?"

"W-well, it was also not enough, so he received it in wine. I'm sorry."

"You son of a bitch! You go too, you bastard!"

The subordinate, who was kicked in the stomach by Yong-sik, rolled on the floor.

"What about the back-alley bastards?"

"The Heukgyeonpa, the Wangipa, and the Junggupa have paid in full. But the Jakdupa has not arrived yet."

"What!? Not yet!? Did you send the kids!?"

"I-I just sent them."

Yong-sik gritted his teeth, spat on his palm, and picked up a club.

"I'll give you one moment. Go get the money. The bastards who can't get the money written in the ledger after one moment will die at my hands!"

It was then, as he was rolling his eyes and picking up the club.

"Wow, there are a lot of you. So that's why you ordered so much."

The one who entered the main gate confidently was Cheok Sagyeol.

"What's with that bastard? I've never seen his face before."

At Yong-sik's question, the subordinates also looked at Cheok Sagyeol with a bewildered look.

Cheok Sagyeol turned his head and glared at Jakdu.

"Hey, is this the right place? Are you sure?"

"Yes. It is. How could I lie to you in this safe place? That guy over there is Yong-sik."

Jakdu pointed at Yong-sik on the platform with his finger.

"What? Yong-sik? Hey, Jakdu, you bastard, do you want to die!? Where's the money I told you to bring!?"

Jakdu sneered at Yong-sik.

"Guys, bring the money."

"Yes, boss."

At Jakdu's command, they came in, pulling a line of carts full of leftovers that could hardly be called food.

"I'm investing in the food service industry these days, so I don't have any cash right now. Your money is all invested in that food, so I brought that for now. Phew, you must be in such a hurry for money to have even scraped up physical goods."

Jakdu clicked his tongue as he looked at the silk and wine jars scattered around the courtyard.

The rumor that he ruled this area with money was true.

Yong-sik's anger flared up at Jakdu's attitude.

"What do you mean by bringing that trash? This ruffian bastard seems to have his guts outside his stomach!"

Was it because the desired answer had come out?

Jakdu raised the corners of his mouth and slipped behind Cheok Sagyeol.

"Hey. What did you just say? My cooking is trash?"

As Cheok Sagyeol asked back with a blank face, the surrounding guys who seemed to be his subordinates chattered.

"What's with that crazy bastard?"

"Cooking? What kind of bullshit is that?"

"Is it a new kind of mental illness?"

'It's always the tongue that wags without thinking that's the problem.'

Cheok Sagyeol sneered and took out Sa-wang.

SWOOOSH. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH.

The right arm, which stretched like a whip, danced brilliantly and cut off the heads of the chattering bastards.

As three lives were taken in an instant, the Ilsuhoe guys were drawing their swords without even realizing it.

'Wh-what was that just now...'

Because he was the farthest away, Yong-sik had seen it clearly, and his mouth was wide open at the sight he had never seen before in his life.

"They say a single word can pay off a thousand nyang debt, but what can you do? You bastards have just incurred a thousand nyang debt. One, two, three, four. Phew, how much is all this?"

There were about a hundred people in the courtyard.

Even excluding the dead ones, it would be about a hundred thousand nyang.

But was it because the topic of money had come up? Yong-sik, who had come to his senses, shouted.

"I don't know what kind of sorcery you used, but he's a guy who didn't even use sword qi. Kill him!"

He didn't know if he didn't use sword qi or couldn't.

But Yong-sik thought that if he were a first-rate master, he would have cut him down with sword qi.

Because the guys who were good with swords considered it a matter of pride to draw out their sword qi.

The subordinates, who had understood Yong-sik's intention perfectly, also rushed at Cheok Sagyeol without hesitation.

They judged that if he was not a first-rate master who had reached maturity, he would not be able to withstand their numbers.

"Geez. Your heads and your hands are in perfect sync."

Cheok Sagyeol raised Sa-wang towards the bastard who was running at the very front.

Because his movement was large, the bastard who saw it raised his heavy saber with both hands and blocked the attack.

CLANG. CRACK.

Since Sa-wang could even split a famous sword mixed with black iron, cutting a person in half along with a heavy saber was a piece of cake.

"Die!"

From the left, two swords stabbed towards his head and chest.

Cheok Sagyeol, who had stretched out his left hand between the two swords, flicked the blades with his fingers.

TING. TING.

As the swords, which had deviated from their path, spread to Cheok Sagyeol's left and right, creating a space, Sa-wang moved.

SWISH. SWISH. SWISH.

As he cut two people's necks in one go, this time he felt a sharpness from behind.

Cheok Sagyeol, without even looking back, moved half a step back and held Sa-wang in a reverse grip.

STAB.

The tip of Sa-wang, which came out from between his armpits, stabbed the heart of the bastard who had attacked from behind.

Cheok Sagyeol was trembling at the terrifyingly smooth feel.

'As expected, whether it's cutting or stabbing, it's as smooth as a woman's buttocks. It feels like cutting tofu...'

After experiencing a real battle, Cheok Sagyeol thought that if it was just sharpness, it was better than Jeokryeong.

While he was thinking that, the Ilsuhoe guys, not one or two, but five of them, folded their defense at once and launched an offensive.

"They are guys who can learn."

Cheok Sagyeol, with the corners of his mouth raised, sheathed Sa-wang and jumped up from his spot as high as he could.

He had soared nearly three zhang with pure muscle strength, not lightness skill.

Cheok Sagyeol, who was floating in the air, looked down and threw his two fists alternately.

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM.

His arm lengthened, and he planted a fist, and the method of increasing his airtime with the rebound was repeated.

The extension and contraction of his limbs were so fast that no one could properly respond.

Under the offensive of an iron mace falling from an unreachable place, the five of them rolled on the floor, covered in blood.

PATTER.

Cheok Sagyeol landed on the floor, but no one could rush at him anymore.

Yong-sik shouted with a pale face.

"W-who on earth are you!?"

Cheok Sagyeol answered with a wry smile.

"Me? The new cook at Pungryu Inn."

(End of Chapter)