Chapter 18: Did You Find the Will?


    Are you deaf?! Get over here right this instant, Grandma!


    We went downstairs to find a drunkard throwing things everywhere and making a mess. Next to him, a group of men who should have worn abel saying neighborhood fallen noble on their foreheadsughed frivolously as they teased the women.


    H-Heo Il, please dont be like this, youre troubling our guests.


    The drunkard was Heo Il, the son of the recently deceased Old Man Heo. In front of him, the manager of the Scarlet Pce, a short middle-aged man, waved his arms frantically, trying to stop Heo Il.


    However, Heo Il only smirked and stared at the manager, asking, How long have you been working here, Manager Jang?


    More than twenty years. This was my first job, and I havent left this ce ever since. But you already know that, dont you?


    This is a non-profit trantion. You should not be seeing ads.


    Heo Il couldnt be more than forty. If hed known the Scarlet Pce manager for twenty years, then that could only mean that hed been in and out of the brothel since what, six years of age? So that was the kind of guy he was.


    Of course. Thats why, you should also already know where that damn old mans inheritance is going, right? Who do you think this brothel will soon belong to? Huh?


    Heo Il poked at Manager Jangs forehead with a finger and despicablyughed, Fool, if you wish to continue working here in the future, then youd better stay in line. Understood?


    ENOUGH! shouted Madam Son scornfully as she followed us downstairs.


    When he saw her, Heo Il ambled over to us, bringing with him the reek of alcohol.


    Wow, look what we have here. Grandma, why did you pretend you were absent?


    If drinking is what youre here for, then just quietly drink. Why are you making a ruckus?


    Huhu, I was just livening up the atmosphere. You got a problem with that?


    Why arent you reading this at ?


    Livening up the atmosphere? How dare youthe Scarlet Pce belongs to me!


    That was when the old man was alive. Do you still not understand the situation?


    Where are my bouncersHEY! Throw this bastard out right away! Madam Son screamed, looking around for the brothel bouncers. However, all of them were either busy doing something else, or didnt want to get into a conflict with the owners son and his fallen noble friends.


    Whos going to throw out who? Are you seriously saying that? You, a mere employee, wants to throw out your employer?


    Although the issue of the inheritance had not yet been resolved, Heo Il was Old Man Heos only son after all. There was a high probability that the government would eventually hand the inheritance over to him, and Heo Il knew it. That was the main reason why he was being so smug and pretentious right now, even grabbing a random woman by the waist and pulling her into his embrace.


    Heeheehee,e here, my little pretty.


    Please stop this, Im not a prostitute.1


    Are you going to continue refusing me even if I fire you right away?


    Tsk I clicked my tongue at Heo Ils dirty behavior. <em>If this asshole takes over the brothel, this business is doomed.</em>


    The deceased Old Man Heo might have been a notorious loan shark, but the son was even more trashy than the father. It was no wonder he was disowned. Even with us watching, Heo Il and his cronies quickly became more and more barbaric, pinching food from the other customers and openly sexually harassing the women, even threatening them with weapons if they tried to put up a struggle.


    Y arent you reading this at ?


    Mr Constable, are you going to keep standing idly by and do nothing? Ak Yeon-Ho said coldly, even as his eyes burned with mes of rage.


    I dont think the government should butt in when ites to family matters.


    For that kind of reason!


    But Constable Cheong-Cheon nced at the swords hanging on Heo Il and the nobles waists for a moment, then continued, It is fine if murim warriors are the ones who stand up for injustice.


    What?


    Unlike the confused Ak Yeon-Ho, I immediately understood the meaning behind the constables words.


    The government never interferes in murim affairs. That means, they will turn a blind eye to murim people who start a fight. Now, see the swords on these bastards waists? We could technically consider them as murim people.


    I guess so


    Constable Cheong-Cheon nodded expressionlessly, his face seeming like it wouldnt change a bit even if he were stabbed.


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    That was basically him hinting that he was giving us permission, so I grinned and told Ak Yeon-Ho, Hear that, Yeon-Ho? As members of the orthodox sects, can we honorably stand by and do nothing as powerless civilians and innocent women are bullied by these thugs?


    Of course not.


    Finally, Ak Yeon-Ho nodded in understanding. He then charged into the mess, yelling, DIE, BASTARDS!


    WHAM!


    Ak Yeon-Hos sent a flying kick at the tip of a mans chin, followed by a one-sided beat down. He seemed to be enjoying himself with every strike.


    Hey, whats with this guy?


    What the fuck!


    S-Save me


    As I watched the rapidly progressing fight from the sidelines, Constable Cheong-Cheon asked, Arent you going to join the fray?


    My body is a little sickly, and fighting is not my field of expertise.


    Wait, werent you from the Murim Alliance?


    Just because Im a murim person, does that mean that all I can do is fight? No no no, my assets are my intelligence and experience with many different martial arts.


    Ah, yes


    Not even five minutester, Heo Il and his cronies were respectfully kneeling down before us.


    Oi. I squatted down in front of Heo Il and poked his forehead.


    If youre seeing this, you are at the wrong ce.


    J-Just who are you people Heo Il, whose head had turned into a swollen over-steamed bao, stammered. Seeing the sheer terror written all over his face, I guess the beating helped sober him up a little.


    Were you the one who murdered Old Man Heo?


    W-What are you talking about? What kind of crap is that!?


    I stared straight into the panicking Heo Ils eyes and coldlyughed, Just from observing what you did today, youre the one who benefits the most from Old Man Heos death.


    No way! Why would I murder an old man whos going to die in a few years anyway?


    Because you hate him for disowning you, and because you were running out of pocket money. As expectedyoure the culprit, arent you?


    No, I didnt kill him!


    It would be good for you to confess before suffering is unleashed upon your body.


    I-It wasnt me! Really!


    I deliberately created an atmosphere of fear and pressed him hard. During my long career as an instructor, Ive seen countless people telling all kinds of lies. I thus learned to take note of their eye movements, hand movements, speech and vocal changes. Some people could even consciously control their bodily movements when they were lying. However, Heo Il was a total amateur at lying, and I could see through him easily.


    Read this at , or else.


    <em>Hes definitely hiding something, but</em>


    The changes to his behavior were too subtle, and more characteristic of a person who was being framed. If he were the murderer, his reaction would have been far more pronounced and exaggerated than this.


    Besides, Im not the only person who benefits from the old mans death!


    I heard that youre his only child, though. Are you trying to say that you have other siblings?


    Heo Il snorted in derision for his deceased father, then replied, Not officially, but do you seriously think that its possible for a scoundrel who slept with prostitutes all the time to only have one child?


    You! How could you, to your own father


    Madam Son trembled with fury, and even the forever expressionless face of Constable Cheong-Cheon seemed to harden a little. As for Ak Yeon-Hoif I hadnt sent him a warning look, the man would have already given Heo Il a second beating.


    How could <em>I</em> say that!? Grandma, youve also seen them lots of times, havent you? Fathers illegitimate childrene here asking for money all the time!


    JUST SHUT UP! Please!


    YOU shut up, Grandma!


    I interjected between the quarrelling bitch and son of a bitch, saying, Shut up, both of you.


    They snapped their mouths shut.


    You ought to read this at .


    I looked alternatingly at the two frenzied people and sighed, I suppose this is enough for today. Both of you, stay at home and dont go anywhere.


    Who the hell are you, anyway


    BONK!


    I smacked the back of Heo Ils head and he fell down sideways, unconscious. <em>Nice, Id actually been wanting to hit him for a while!</em>


    You dont need to know, punk.


    I turned around and found Constable Cheong-Cheon looking at me incredulously, while Ak Yeon-Ho stared down at the fallen Heo Il like he was a disgusting bug.


    I think Ive heard everything I wanted to hear from the people here, so we should be leaving now. Madam Son, please remain here until we return.


    We left the pale-faced Madam Son behind and walked out of the Scarlet Pce.


    Between clenched teeth, Ak Yeon-Ho growled, How could a child say that about his father?


    Its all about the money.


    Most of the problems humans face in life were, after all, rted to money. Some parents would sell their children for money, and some children would kill their parents for money. Even couples who had sworn to love each other forever could be sworn enemies and tear each other apart over money.


    The only way for one to escape from the prison of money, is to have a lot of money.


    Read this at , or else.


    What makes you think that? You could choose to marry a girl who doesnt care about money.


    Youre such a child. No woman like that exists!


    They exist! Im sure of it!


    Yeah, good luck looking for one, then.


    Anyway, my first step to earning loads of money was to pass the entrance exam for the Azure Dragon Academy. To do that, I needed to catch the culprit of this murder case and score myself some bonus interview points.


    Hoo I sighed, strolling down the dark streets of the city. Before I knew it, dusk had fallen.


    Lets go see thest suspect.


    I didnt kill him.


    The deceased Old Man Heos bodyguard was a tall and fierce-looking middle-aged man with a very distinctive eye-patch worn over his left eye.


    <em>Im pretty sure this guy has killed lots of people over the course of his life. The countless scars he has is proof of that.</em>


    I knew that one really shouldnt judge people by their appearances, but this guys looks just <em>screamed</em> suspicious.


    If youre seeing this, you are at the wrong ce.


    <em>Hes also the strongest fighter among our three suspects, being the one and only first-ss martial artist.</em>


    Suddenly, as if noticing my suspicious gaze, the one-eyed warrior nervously said, Please dont judge me by my face.


    Mr Bok Man-Chun, you seem to have had quite the illustrious career as a frencer in the past.


    Frencers were basically wandering, solo mercenaries. To put it nicely, they were romanticists living by the sword. To put it not so nicely, they were armed hoodlums. Among these frencers, a martial artist like Bok Man-Chun would be considered quite the expert.


    Ill admit that I used to be a frencer.


    Due to the nature of their work, frencers were often involved in crimes and did all kinds of dirty shit. As a result, whenever a crime urred, frencers were always first on the suspects list.


    However, that ended when I got married a few years ago and settled down here. Ive since turned over a new leaf and am now living my life to the fullest.


    Youve turned over a new leaf? By working for a loan-shark?


    I tried deliberately provoking Bok Man-Chun with sarcasm, but all the man did was nod anticlimactically, a wistful look on his face.


    I know its not the most reputable job, but as you can see, with a face like this and at my advanced age, its not easy to find a job. Even though I worked hard, I always ended up scaring my fellow workers and then getting fired by my former employers.


    It was then that Old Man Heo offered me a job as his bodyguard. He was my benefactor. Why would I murder someone I owed so much to?


    Why arent you reading this at ?


    <em>Well, you never knowI also have no guarantee that everything youve told me is true.</em>


    Still, if my eyes werent fooling me, Bok Man-Chun was definitely the most honest of the three suspects.


    I swear, I would never do anything that would put my wife and children in jeopardy.


    Where were you at the time of the incident?


    I went straight home after work, and stayed at home. In my contract with Old Man Heo, I only had to apany him whenever he went out


    Is there anyone besides your family members who can confirm your alibi?


    I asked Bok Man-Chun a few more questions, and the man answered me with absolute sincerity.


    Suddenly, one of the things he said caught my interest.


    By the wayfinding the culprit is one thing, but did you find the old mans will? It seems he wrote down the name of the one who would inherit his fortune in there.<hr><ol><li role="doc-endnote">


    Some of the higher-ss women in ancient Chinese brothels only sold their craft (singing, dancing, ying of musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, counseling), and not their bodies. These women were much more highly valued as potential wives/concubines (theyd still be bought from the brothels by customers) due to their education, skills, and virginity. The most popr ones were basically medieval pop idols,plete with fan clubs.</li></ol>