He caught a glimpse of a figure through the heavy rainstorm.

�Guests?�

And, it wasn�t just one or two people.

About a dozen men were approaching the Hwa-young Guest House.

The old man rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen wrong. But he wasn�t mistaken.

There really were dozens of men coming towards the inn.

�What?�

The old man shivered.

The intense gazes of the men, piercing through the rain, made him shrink back.

Their eyes were like that of a wolf that had been in a cage for a long time and had just been released. And it wasn�t just one or two wolves, but over a dozen of them.

The old man felt a shiver run down his spine.

Finally, the men arrived at the guesthouse.

They were the martial artists who had escaped from the Prison of No Return.

And leading the group was Pyo-wol.

Pyo-wol said to the innkeeper,

�Bring out all the food you have.�

�Pardon?�

�Bring out all the food you have in the inn.�

�Ah, understood.�

The old man nodded urgently.

He ran to the kitchen and shouted,

�Dear wife, we�re in big trouble! Hurry up and cook some food!�

Then, the sound of food being fried in oil could be heard from the kitchen.

Pyo-wol and the rest each took a seat.

�Ha! This is refreshing!�

�The air outside is certainly cleaner.�

�I wouldn�t mind dying right now.�

The men sat back in their chairs and said one thing after another.

�Where on earth did these people come from?�

The old man trembled as he peeked at them from the kitchen. JrNovels.com