Chapter 59

Chapter 58

The leader of the Righteous Blood Sect, Goo Cheon-gi, being the chief of the Beggar Sect and known as 'Chui Seon Gae,' was a well-known secret even among the new beggars. Moreover, the Henan headquarters of the Beggar Sect did not exist as a separate entity; the person himself represented the headquarters, which was a matter the sect members whispered about to outsiders.

Perhaps because of this, Goo Cheon-gi, whose nickname 'Chui Seon Gae' did not suit his character, was known for his extremely picky nature. He would personally handle every secret report, no matter how busy he was, and if the new beggars missed even a bit of information, it would be a day of the cudgel dance.

The new beggars, beaten incessantly, would finally say, "Sir, Chief! I was wrong!" and that would be the end of everything. Goo Cheon-gi, who was disguised as the leader of the Righteous Blood Sect, most hated hearing the word 'Chief.'

Wang Ying, a new beggar of the Righteous Blood Sect, was barely able to control his nerves to avoid making such a mistake as he stood in front of Chui Seon Gae's door, trying to steady his breathing.

Why had he been away from the Righteous Blood Sect for about a month?

The new beggars all whispered that he had personally gone to the scene, dissatisfied with the information they had reported.

What would happen to the first person to catch his eye in such a foul mood?

He would be finished.

Naturally, Wang Ying had no intention of being the first victim.

He swallowed hard and made a composed noise.

"Sir, it's Wang Ying."

Despite his efforts to control himself, he stuttered!

He slapped his own cheek and repeatedly told himself to focus.

"Come in."

Swallow.

After swallowing once, he barely managed to calm his trembling heart and opened the door to the office.

Immediately, the cudgel drew an odd angle and flew, embedding itself in his head.

Crack!

"Ouch!"

Wang Ying instinctively took a defensive stance and gauged the cudgel's movements. If he blocked his side, it would curve and hit his stomach; if he blocked his stomach, it would spin and hit his head again.

To protect his head and upper body simultaneously, he had to crouch, which was a natural human instinct but perhaps the most foolish action.

The cudgel, designed to beat mad dogs, struck his broad back indiscriminately with a dazzling and intricate harmony.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!

"Ahh! Ahhhh! Sir, Chief! I was wrong... Huh?"

"What, Chief?"

"Aaaaaaaah!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

As hundreds, thousands of cudgel shadows appeared before his eyes, Wang Ying froze!

Could this be the ultimate move of the cudgel, 'Heaven's No Dog'?

Or was the Chief using his sect's strongest move just to beat a subordinate?

Although it lacked the power of inner energy, it was still the 'Heaven's No Dog' of Chui Seon Gae.

Unable to die, Wang Ying finally shot forward like a cannonball and grabbed Chui Seon Gae's pants.

"Please, spare me! No, let me explain! I'll accept the beating after that!"

Chui Seon Gae, or rather, Jo Hui, looked at Wang Ying with a strangely excited expression.

This cudgel technique.

It definitely left a strange aftertaste.

Although its function could not compare to the Sword of Heaven's Sword or the Three Swords of the Devil, it strangely provided a peculiar pleasure.

It was truly a satisfying sensation.

Who would have thought that the most primitive form of martial arts, striking, could be so exciting?

Indeed, the great beggar leaders of history were right to be so obsessed.

Jo Hui then spoke with a stern expression mixed with anger.

"Your hands are empty, aren't they?"

"..."

Wang Ying, with a dazed look, examined his own hands. At the same time, he became utterly dejected and collapsed.

Indeed, he deserved to be beaten.

Was it because he was too nervous?

A clear mistake!

To visit Chui Seon Gae's office and not bring alcohol was a grave error.

Wang Ying fell flat on his back.

"I have committed a grave offense! Next time I visit, I will treat you to the finest wine!"

"Yia Hong, at least."

"Y-Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Only then did Chui Seon Gae (or rather, Jo Hui) look satisfied, put away the cudgel, and sit down.

"So, what is it?"

Wang Ying, with great effort, gathered himself and stood up, then put on a serious expression.

"Please take this first."

Wang Ying handed Jo Hui a bundle of letters compiled from the new beggars' secret reports.

"You will see, but Zhengzhou is not normal."

"Not normal?"

"Yes. Almost all of the business premises of the Wan Jin Trading Company are changing hands or being sold."

Jo Hui felt a bitter taste.

The Wan Jin Trading Company was now a discarded card of the Secret Public Line. Although Wang Ying's report was a significant event for the Central Plains business community, it was something Jo Hui had fully anticipated.

"Understood. You may leave."

"?"

Wang Ying could not easily understand Chui Seon Gae's calm attitude.

The Wan Jin Trading Company was the top trading house in the world, and its actions could change the power dynamics of the martial world. This was a matter of great concern even to the government.

How could he remain so calm when such a powerful group was suddenly withdrawing all its operations from the martial world?

"Shouldn't our sect investigate further?"

"No need. Can those who once controlled the world with money forget the taste of power? Their actions are predictable. They will reappear under a new name. Our sect will move when the time is right."

It was futile to track those who were deliberately hiding. The new beggars' abilities would not reveal their true strength.

What was the point of learning the Harmonious Heaven's Transformation and refining his martial arts at the Sima family estate?

The Secret Public Line was beyond the reach of even the Little Sword God. If the Secret Public Line truly aligned with the will of the new left, the entire martial world's efforts would be meaningless.

"I will convey your intentions to the new beggars. Then..."

"Yia Hong. Don't forget."

"..."

Wang Ying shivered as if he had a chill and quickly left the office.

Jo Hui then slumped in his chair, looking bored.

'Damn it, when will she show up?'

The person Jo Hui had been waiting for day and night for four days was Chun Xian.

She was the only one who could pave the way for his infiltration into the Secret Public Line.

According to Chui Seon Gae, she had no fixed residence or routine. Sometimes she would appear frequently to give Chui Seon Gae missions, but there were also times when she would disappear for more than half a year.

Given the current situation, where the Secret Public Line could extend its tentacles to the Zhao Family Trading Company at any time, how long would he have to wait as Chui Seon Gae, endlessly waiting for her?

If she did not appear within a month, Jo Hui would have no choice but to return to the Zhao Family Trading Company to prepare for the impending threat from the Secret Public Line.

Just then.

In the darkness where the candlelight did not reach, two shadows wavered and suddenly stood up.

Jo Hui, who was currently disguised as Chui Seon Gae, was genuinely surprised and opened his eyes wide.

He was currently disguised as Chui Seon Gae.

Naturally, he had perfectly concealed his mental map, and thus his absolute realm of perception was limited.

The two figures were a man and a woman, both dressed in deep black.

With his perception limited, Jo Hui had no idea when they had infiltrated, which made him shudder.

The woman.

Having memorized the description of Chun Xian's appearance countless times, Jo Hui immediately recognized her.

"Chun... Xian...!"

The regret-laden voice of Chui Seon Gae (or rather, Jo Hui) made Chun Xian frown slightly.

"You now display hatred towards me quite naturally."

She appeared to be in her forties, but as described in the appearance description, she was at the peak of her beauty.

If she were younger, she could have rivaled Han Xueyan in beauty!

Jo Hui pretended to swallow a bitter groan and then shifted his gaze to the man.

He must be the Dark Ghost, as Chui Seon Gae had described.

Even Chui Seon Gae, the chief of the Beggar Sect, could not gauge his martial arts. Indeed, his level was beyond Jo Hui's current perception.

Jo Hui felt frustrated that he could not reveal his true martial arts in this situation, but he had to bide his time, so he could only glare intensely.

Jo Hui's indifferent tone continued.

"What is it this time?"

To his surprise, an unexpected answer came.

"The Beggar Sect should attempt a covert operation."

"Covert operation? Attempt?"

Jo Hui's expression showed that he did not understand.

A hint of killing intent appeared on Chun Xian's face.

"It would be best if our Secret Public Line could take over, but if not, eliminating them is also acceptable."

Jo Hui frowned.

"The Beggar Sect is under the influence of the Martial Alliance. Surely the Alliance will not sit idly by if our sect makes such a move?"

The Night Butterfly, the top information organization in the world, was neutral.

The Alliance's information organization, the Extermination Demon Pavilion, also recognized their abilities and secretly exchanged information with them.

Although the Beggar Sect had a clear advantage in the volume of information, they were considered slightly inferior in quality to the Night Butterfly.

If the Beggar Sect attempted to take over the Night Butterfly, it would clearly be a struggle for established rights and interests, and the Alliance would not stand by.

"It is a matter that must be done, regardless of the Alliance's reaction."

Jo Hui's expression became even more serious.

"I am also a dark envoy of the Secret Public Line. I have served for over ten years. Is it not time for me to follow your orders without question?"

Chun Xian's expression became strange.

"Are you daring to question the actions of the Secret Public Line?"

"The safety of our sect's ten thousand members is at stake! If the Beggar Sect is expelled from the Alliance, can you take full responsibility for that?"

Chun Xian frowned and bit her lip.

Given Chui Seon Gai's strong opposition, she could not ignore it.

She had to reveal some information, no matter how minimal.

"The Night Butterfly has formed too deep a bond with the Zhao Family Trading Company. The Little Sword God is a master at utilizing their information."

"Little Sword God?"

Jo Hui was momentarily taken aback by her unexpected answer.

"He is an enemy of our Secret Public Line. This is a step to punish him, so please cooperate."

"Hmm..."

Jo Hui's face took on a meaningful expression as he understood the entire situation.

After a moment of contemplation, he smiled and stroked his beard.

"Phew, I was so frustrated I thought I'd die of annoyance."

Chui Seon Gai suddenly started pulling his beard and laughed strangely, causing Chun Xian to freeze.

"What...!"

Chun Xian quickly searched her robes and pulled out a vial containing the Blood Wasting Insect!

She frantically shook the vial to wake the insect and waited for Ch