Chapter 40. Whose Fault Is It?

Man Bokja was equally at a loss.

“F*ck, is this guy trying to kill us?”

“...”

Despite Man Bokja’s cursing, Ju Yang could not respond.

He was completely dazed.

It wasn’t out of fear that Ju Yang was dazed.

Rather, his joy was so overwhelming that he couldn’t even express it, let alone bear it.

How could he not be happy?

Even when he hired assassins to kill, it was to fulfill his friend Fan Hang’s wish.

Now, this friend had killed the assassins.

He had broken their necks and stabbed their hearts.

“Mr. Man... Can you believe it?”

Ju Yang.

Ju Yang finally shed tears, his eyes brimming with them.

“What?”

“I’m talking about my friend Fan Hang. He killed people to save himself. He killed people.”

Man Bokja scowled.

“Are you impressed? F*ck, if he kills a dozen more, there’ll be a neighborhood party.”

“You know how I feel.”

“Yeah, I get it. You’re impressed. Is that it?”

“Hahaha!”

“Eh? Young Master Ju, this doesn’t seem like the time to be impressed.”

“Then what should I do?”

Man Bokja frowned.

“Can’t you see? The heir of the Tianhua Library is coming this way, and he looks like he’s ready to kill. You’d better get out of the way for a bit, wouldn’t you?”

Of course, Ju Yang could see it too.

His friend was running towards him with a terrifying expression.

Ju Yang spoke.

“That guy is just happy to see me. He’s so happy.”

“Too happy?”

“Yes. The friendship between Fan Hang and me is deeper than blood.”

Man Bokja nodded after a moment of hesitation.

“True, if you asked him to kill you and now you’re blaming someone else, you’re not a real person.”

As his friend approached quickly, Ju Yang couldn’t calm down, breathing heavily. His chest swelled and fell repeatedly.

“Mr. Man, isn’t he running incredibly fast! How is this possible? He’s killing people and running so fast! It’s a miracle, a miracle!”

Could there be a more meaningful day than today?

Fan Hang is alive, and so am I.

Ju Yang couldn’t contain his joy.

“Fan Hang, my friend! Come quickly! Fly to me!”

Ju Yang spread his arms wide in welcome.

Hou Gong also responded, extending his hands.

But then he immediately threw a punch, sending Ju Yang’s jaw flying.

Thud.

“Ugh!”

Ju Yang’s body floated up and then crashed into tables and chairs, scattering them.

He passed out in one hit.

His eyes still had tears of joy, and his face was still smiling.

Hou Gong vented his anger at Ju Yang.

“You’re too naive. If you sent a letter explaining, you should have at least confirmed it before taking action. Are you even sane or not?”

Hou Gong, who had Fan Hang’s memories, had already foreseen today’s situation. He had tried to prevent it by having Song Hua write a letter to Ju Yang, emphasizing several times that a face-to-face meeting would help Ju Yang understand the changes fully.

But by secretly manipulating his juniors, Ju Yang had brought things to this point, making Hou Gong furious.

Man Bokja interjected.

“Huh, Young Master Fan... Young Master Ju seems to have passed out.”

Hou Gong turned and frowned.

‘Man Bokja?’

Man Bokja flinched.

The moment his gaze met, it felt as if he was stripped naked and all his secrets were exposed.

It seemed that handling the assassins was not all he was capable of.

But he was also seething with anger.

Being scrutinized like a criminal was not a pleasant feeling.

“F*ck, are you going to hit me too? He asked for the hit, but now you’re treating us like this? When he asked to be killed, it was fine, but now it’s a mess. Why don’t we just have a fight here?”

Hou Gong remained silent, looking at him.

He had no proper response.

Honestly, there was no flaw in Man Bokja’s words.

Supervisor.

Xuwen Family.

Ju Yang’s assassination request.

Whose fault is it?

All this is the result of the mess Fan Hang created.

At least it didn’t get any worse than this.

In Fan Hang’s memories, there were no more problematic elements.

‘But how much did Man Bokja get paid to get involved?’

Hou Gong knew Man Bokja well.

He was known as a money ghost for his incredible ability to smell money and was also a good source of information. Hou Gong had used him a few times when he roamed the jianghu, though it was always for free.

Hou Gong stared at him for a moment before turning his gaze back to Ju Yang.

A blue-robed swordsman, who seemed to be Ju Yang’s bodyguard, was holding Ju Yang.

Given the swordsman’s high level of martial arts, Hou Gong inwardly sneered.

‘Should I commend him or find him peculiar?’

Where would you find a bodyguard who watches his master suffer without acting?

The bodyguard didn’t act because Ju Yang had warned him not to overreact.

In this regard, both Ju Yang and his bodyguard were commendable and peculiar.

***

When Ju Yang regained consciousness, he was beaten again at the Tianhua Library.

This time, it was the head of the Tianhua Library who took action.

Upon discovering the past letters and realizing they were assassination requests, the family members of the Tianhua Library were shocked. The head of the family, representing them, struck Ju Yang’s back and wept.

‘How hard it must have been. How much mental suffering you must have endured.’

The head of the family cried, and so did Ju Yang.

To Ju Yang, who came to the Tianhua Library to study as a child, the head of the family was both a teacher and a grandfather. To the head of the family, Ju Yang was both a student and a grandson.

**

“Crack, crack, the sound was intense, but are you okay?”

“Mr. Man, you’re really something. I’m worried about your teacher’s hand, not my back.”

That night, Ju Yang and Man Bokja sat in a prepared room.

“Huh, still, I’m grateful.”

“For what?”

“To see the Tianhua Library in my lifetime. I thought I’d never get here even if I traveled the world. If not for you, who else could it be? Huhuhu...”

“What could I have done? But do you have something to say to me, Mr. Man? Or are you so scared that you need to hug me to sleep? I don’t mind.”

Man Bokja had a separate room, but he came over for tea.

Ju Yang’s joke made Man Bokja’s face contort.

“Don’t make jokes like that. Every time I hear them, I feel like I’m going to die from boredom.”

“Me... Is it that bad?”

“Yes, not funny at all. Too cold.”

“...Yes.”

Ju Yang looked dejected.

Man Bokja patted his shoulder.

“Ju Yang, this isn’t the time to be dejected. There’s still a problem.”

“A problem? What do you mean?”

“The contract isn’t over yet.”

“Huh?”

“Did you forget? The organization is called Wuji Assassins. It means endless.”

“Ah!”

Ju Yang straightened up, finally remembering.

Wuji means endless.

It means the contract ends only when the target is dead.

He had never imagined that Fan Hang would change and burn with the will to live, so the relentless nature of the Wuji Assassins seemed fitting. Now, however, it was a source of worry.

“Can’t the contract be canceled?”

“No, impossible.”

“No way. What if I pay double the amount I already paid? That amount should be hard for the Wuji Assassins to refuse.”

“The jianghu is a complex place. There are too many people without common sense. And it’s not just about money. Besides, you were willing to throw away everything and die, weren’t you?”

“...”

“Do you understand the seriousness now?”

“Still, Mr. Man, you must have a solution.”

“Me?”

Man Bokja pointed to himself, blinking.

“Who else would I ask?”

“Unfortunately, I have no answer. Persuading the Wuji Assassins is impossible, even for me. It’s their unbreakable rule.”

“So, the assassins will follow Fan Hang until he dies?”

“Yes, for life. Either Fan Hang dies, or all the assassins die. When the assassins are all gone, the deputy leader of the Wuji Assassins will step in. They are relentless.”

“Is that so?”

Ju Yang asked, confirming.

“Yes.”

“But now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem so bad.”

“Not bad? Where is your mind? Are you sleeping?”

Man Bokja clapped his hands in front of Ju Yang’s face, as if to wake him up.

Ju Yang shook his head.

“Didn’t you say that if all the assassins die, it would be over?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s just wipe out the Wuji Assassins. What’s the point of an organization that kills people for money?”

“Huh??”

Man Bokja blinked several times.

The idea was so novel that his brain almost stopped working.

“Isn’t that right? They kill for money; how can they live like that?”

“Is that what you think?”

Man Bokja stammered.

Just this morning, Ju Yang was a client of the assassins, and now his shift in stance was almost absurd.

“Yes, of course. Mr. Man, please