The ferocious atmosphere, akin to a pack of starving wolves gathered, frightened the old man.

The old man had been running the inn all his life, thinking he had seen it all. He thought he had nothing to fear because of his vast experience, but just looking at these wolf-like men sitting in the center of his inn sent chills down his spine.

The only solace was that they didn�t seem to intend any harm towards him and his wife.

�Bring these out quickly!�

His wife, the cook, handed over plates filled with food.

The old man hurriedly served the food.

As the table filled with food, the men began to eat voraciously, without any sense of grace.

They consumed the food on the table at a terrifying speed, as if they were possessed.

Pyo-wol said to the old man,

�Keep the food coming.�

�Huh? But there�s already so much��

�We�re going to eat several times this amount, so keep it coming.�

�Ah, understood!�

The old man replied before hurriedly running back to the kitchen.

The sound of the old man ordering his wife to cook food could be heard, but no one at the table paid them any attention.

Pyo-wol looked at the men.

Among them, the one who was imprisoned for the shortest time had been there for four months, and the longest were those who had been locked up for over a year.

They had starved for a very long time.

During their imprisonment, the only food they�d ever eaten was an unidentifiable gruel, but they only did so to stay alive, it didn�t have any flavor or taste.�

For the first time in a long while, they could finally eat and taste real human food. The joy and excitement they all felt was beyond words.

Even ordinary stir-fried pork tasted heavenly.

The cook kept making food nonstop, and the old man kept serving it without rest. But even then, they couldn�t keep up with the speed at which the men were eating.

In the end, the old couple had to keep cooking and serving until they were exhausted.

�I think we�re going to live.�

�Phew!�

Only after the plates piled up like a mountain on the table did the men stop eating.

Someone spoke,�

�I feel like I�m really alive.�

�Now, we should do what needs to be done.�

�That�s right! We need to show the people who sent us there what hell looks like!�

These were people who had endured a hellish time, gnawing at their resentment and fanning the flames of their anger.

Just because they had escaped from the Prison of No Return didn�t mean that the anger they had been harboring had disappeared. On the contrary, their anger was growing with time.

Pyo-wol and the men stayed at the Hwa-young Guest House for a while after that.

They ate, rested, and practiced martial arts.�

And as they recovered, they left the Hwa-young Guest House one by one.

�If you ever need my help, call me anytime.�

�We are brothers. I will run to the ends of the earth if you call for me.�

�I�ll come back as soon as I�ve settled the affairs of my sect.�

After bidding farewell to Pyo-wol, they left the guest house.

Each headed in different directions, with different destinations.

Though physically separated, they remained connected by a strong bond.

And at the center of it all was Pyo-wol. JrNovels.com