“But don’t you think that’s too dangerous? Even if we can kill everyone in that family… if, in the future, either Mount Hua or the Iron Sword Baek Family finds out…”0

Whether it be the Mount Hua Sect or the Iron Sword Baek Family, both were behemoths, far too vast to trifle with.0

“Then, Father, do you plan on living like this for the rest of our lives? The Deputy Guild Master cleaning up after some bitch? Life is just a gamble, anyway. Wouldn’t everything be fine if we just handle it so perfectly that neither Mount Hua nor the Baek Family finds out?”8

Seeing the confident way his son spoke and the glint in his gaze, Chae Noh-Cheol finally nodded his agreement.0

‘He’s right, life really is a gamble in the end. If you look at the great men in history, didn’t they get where they got because they gambled with their lives and succeeded?’3

Then, Young-Ryong asked his father a question.0

“Isn’t Uncle the right hand of the Inksmoke Gang boss? I heard that the Inksmoke Gang has an extremely skilled poison master. Do you think…”0

The eyes of the father and son glistened up as they put their heads together and plotted.1

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For the Palm Martial Emperor Baek Sang-Woon, his one and only daughter Baek Jin-Jin was a geriatric baby, for lack of a better word. After all, considering he had her when he was in his seventies, it would be difficult to call her anything but that.0

Her being such a late baby was not a problem at all, in and of itself. No, the problem was that, after nearly forty years, the Palm Martial Emperor...0