After Chang-Sun and Baek Gyeo-Ul exited the taxi, Gyeo-Ul tilted his head as he looked around the Tailored Shoe Alley in Seongsu-dong. He muttered, “This place is…”

Gyeo-Ul had also visited the same place to get his current spear, but he had only met blacksmiths who tried to rip him off. Thus, he was unsure whether there were any proper blacksmiths in the alley. However, Chang-Sun went deep inside the alley without an explanation. Worried about losing sight of Chang-Sun, Gyeo-Ul quickly followed him.

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“What the hell? You want me to make you another weapon? Do you think I’m a magic wand you can just wave in the air to create weapons? Weapons can’t be forged that easily and quickly!” Choi Bu-Yong exclaimed, furious at Chang-Sun for making yet another absurd request after visiting for the first time in a long time.

「Lee Chang-Sun has deposited 100,000,000 won into your W Bank account.」

“It’s a deposit. I’ll pay you the same amount once you’re done,” Chang-Sun calmly offered.

“Still, it doesn’t work like…!” Bu-Yong yelled.

「Lee Chang-Sun has deposited 100,000,000 won into your W Bank account.」

“Are you still not going to do it?” Chang-Sun asked.

“…Fuck,” Bu-Yong cursed. He gave up, realizing how futile resistance was in the face of Chang-Sun’s shameless calm.

The crazy bastard was throwing money in the air again. Although he was supposed to be happy that he could practically bathe...