Chapter: 259
Tears flowed from his eyes. Shame and pain belatedly came rushing in like a tide.
Seeing Oh Won-hoo cry, the atmosphere of the warriors was somber.
They didn�t say anything. But in their heart they thought they were lucky that they didn�t come forward.
Since he was humiliated like that, Oh Won-hoo�s life as a warrior was almost over. He suffered indelible wounds not only physically but also mentally, making it impossible to recover.
Pyo-wol looked inside the guest house.�
The warriors eagerly turned or bowed their heads to avoid making eye contact with him.
In an instant, a few people had their lives ended as martial artists, but no one wanted to meddle anymore.
Seeing Oh Won-hoo was enough for them to know that meddling was futile.�
Pyo-wol didn�t say anything and went back to his seat. And casually ate his left over food. The figure of Pyo-wol left a strong impression on people.
�A crazy man has appeared.�
�He�s a person that can never be matched.�
�The atmosphere of Chengu is so bad that even crazy people appear like this.�
Whether or not he knew the thoughts of such people, Pyo-wol continued to use his chopsticks.
Clack! Clack!
Only the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl resounded in the silent guest house.
* * *
�Hoo� The atmosphere in Chengdu sure is brutal.�
Daoshi Goh looked around Chengdu and murmured.
Half of those who walked down the street seemed to be armed.
In general, no matter how large a city is, the proportion of martial artists is small. If there were a hundred people, there were only one or two warriors. However, the percentage in Chengdu was excessively high.
It was proof that the public security was so unstable that even ordinary people carried weapons.
Heo Ranju said with a smirk.
�It�s a great opportunity for us.�
�Other people�s misfortune is fortune for us. What could be more tragic than this? Amitabha!�
�I don�t want to hear that from you, you crazy monk!�
�Why not?�
�Who do you think is the most money-hungry person among us?�
�����..�
��Why are you so eager to save money that you don�t even dedicate to the Buddha?�
�Amitabha Buddha! Blessed Sakyamuni. Please forgive this evil sentient being.� JrNovels.com
Seeing Oh Won-hoo cry, the atmosphere of the warriors was somber.
They didn�t say anything. But in their heart they thought they were lucky that they didn�t come forward.
Since he was humiliated like that, Oh Won-hoo�s life as a warrior was almost over. He suffered indelible wounds not only physically but also mentally, making it impossible to recover.
Pyo-wol looked inside the guest house.�
The warriors eagerly turned or bowed their heads to avoid making eye contact with him.
In an instant, a few people had their lives ended as martial artists, but no one wanted to meddle anymore.
Seeing Oh Won-hoo was enough for them to know that meddling was futile.�
Pyo-wol didn�t say anything and went back to his seat. And casually ate his left over food. The figure of Pyo-wol left a strong impression on people.
�A crazy man has appeared.�
�He�s a person that can never be matched.�
�The atmosphere of Chengu is so bad that even crazy people appear like this.�
Whether or not he knew the thoughts of such people, Pyo-wol continued to use his chopsticks.
Clack! Clack!
Only the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl resounded in the silent guest house.
* * *
�Hoo� The atmosphere in Chengdu sure is brutal.�
Daoshi Goh looked around Chengdu and murmured.
Half of those who walked down the street seemed to be armed.
In general, no matter how large a city is, the proportion of martial artists is small. If there were a hundred people, there were only one or two warriors. However, the percentage in Chengdu was excessively high.
It was proof that the public security was so unstable that even ordinary people carried weapons.
Heo Ranju said with a smirk.
�It�s a great opportunity for us.�
�Other people�s misfortune is fortune for us. What could be more tragic than this? Amitabha!�
�I don�t want to hear that from you, you crazy monk!�
�Why not?�
�Who do you think is the most money-hungry person among us?�
�����..�
��Why are you so eager to save money that you don�t even dedicate to the Buddha?�
�Amitabha Buddha! Blessed Sakyamuni. Please forgive this evil sentient being.� JrNovels.com
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