“Lord big boss, what do we do with that bunch?”

Dooho pointed at a group of people blocking their way in the middle of the night with his torch. They clearly seemed to be remnant forces of the Gaya tribe. If they could talk to these people calmly, they would be reassuring comrades in usurping the Silla monarchy, but if their intentions were different, they had to be killed right here.

“Dooho.”

“Yes, lord.”

“From which direction do you think they are coming from?”

Dooho thought about the path that the Gaya tribe must have taken as he listened to big boss Park Chan-gam’s words. His eyes followed the line lit up by the torch fire. From the looks of it, they seemed to be coming over from Gangmegol.

“Do you know who resides in Gangmegol right now?”

“What would a fool like me know?”

“Use that foolish head of yours a little.”

“From the way you’re puttin’ it, it doesn’t sound good fer sure.”

The big boss’ lips curved upwards.

“The Park royal clan is there. What kind of business do you think the descendants of the king and the general of the old Gaya tribe had?”

Dooho spat on the ground. He was an uneducated fool, but he could still understand what that meant. He signaled to the Red Tiger Troops behind him. He could see the sheen of their weapons under the moonlight.

“Just give the orders, lord, and I’ll bring back their heads.”

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