Chapter: 1724
The back alleys were no different from the slums that Pyo-wol had visited so far.
It was dirty, foul-smelling, and full of crude shacks.
The ground was covered with unidentifiable filth that would make anyone reluctant to step on it.� But even then, Pyo-wol didn�t even bother to look down. He continued to follow Geomyeon without a second thought.�
Geomyeon sneaked a glance at Pyo-wol and thought to himself,
�He�s not an ordinary person after all.�
Geomyeon had witnessed firsthand how Tarha dealt with the Red Bandana Association�s martial artists yesterday, so he knew well how terrifying and fearsome Tarha was.
Pyo-wol was one of the people who sat at the same table as Tarha. The sight of him casually talking to Tarha without being intimidated had left a lasting impression in Geomyeon�s mind.
The place where Geomyeon took Pyo-wol was the most secluded area of the back alleys.
It was a small clearing surrounded by shacks with various objects piled up like mountains, thus forming a small garden.
There were children sitting all around the open space.
Their ages ranged from five-year-olds to early to mid-teens like the servant, and among them were several children who seemed to be of mixed race.
This was their territory.
As expected of someone living in the back alleys, their eyes were filled with a sense of hostility.
A child who seemed to be the leader among them soon stood up and approached Geomyeon and Pyo-wol,�
�What do you want?�
He was an unusual child. He had yellow mixed in his hair and was a fair-skinned child.� However, his body was covered in scars, showing how harshly he had lived, and even his eyes had a deep fierceness.
Geomyeon stepped forward and explained,
�We have a customer, Brother!�
�A customer?�
�Yeah!�
Upon hearing the word �customer�, the leader boy glared at Pyo-wol and said,
�What do you want from us?�
�Information.�
�What kind?�
�All kinds of information.�
�What the fuck do you mean by all kinds?!�
The corners of the leader boy�s eyes shot up in disdain.
He despised such broad terms.
He preferred to speak precisely and accurately about anything, and he never trusted those who spoke vaguely and broadly.
The survival instinct of someone who lived at the bottom was ingrained deep within him. JrNovels.com
It was dirty, foul-smelling, and full of crude shacks.
The ground was covered with unidentifiable filth that would make anyone reluctant to step on it.� But even then, Pyo-wol didn�t even bother to look down. He continued to follow Geomyeon without a second thought.�
Geomyeon sneaked a glance at Pyo-wol and thought to himself,
�He�s not an ordinary person after all.�
Geomyeon had witnessed firsthand how Tarha dealt with the Red Bandana Association�s martial artists yesterday, so he knew well how terrifying and fearsome Tarha was.
Pyo-wol was one of the people who sat at the same table as Tarha. The sight of him casually talking to Tarha without being intimidated had left a lasting impression in Geomyeon�s mind.
The place where Geomyeon took Pyo-wol was the most secluded area of the back alleys.
It was a small clearing surrounded by shacks with various objects piled up like mountains, thus forming a small garden.
There were children sitting all around the open space.
Their ages ranged from five-year-olds to early to mid-teens like the servant, and among them were several children who seemed to be of mixed race.
This was their territory.
As expected of someone living in the back alleys, their eyes were filled with a sense of hostility.
A child who seemed to be the leader among them soon stood up and approached Geomyeon and Pyo-wol,�
�What do you want?�
He was an unusual child. He had yellow mixed in his hair and was a fair-skinned child.� However, his body was covered in scars, showing how harshly he had lived, and even his eyes had a deep fierceness.
Geomyeon stepped forward and explained,
�We have a customer, Brother!�
�A customer?�
�Yeah!�
Upon hearing the word �customer�, the leader boy glared at Pyo-wol and said,
�What do you want from us?�
�Information.�
�What kind?�
�All kinds of information.�
�What the fuck do you mean by all kinds?!�
The corners of the leader boy�s eyes shot up in disdain.
He despised such broad terms.
He preferred to speak precisely and accurately about anything, and he never trusted those who spoke vaguely and broadly.
The survival instinct of someone who lived at the bottom was ingrained deep within him. JrNovels.com
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