Chae Noh-Cheol looked back in surprise.0

“Who the hell are you? Huh?”0

Song Woo-Moon was walking over to them, having jumped over the Leebi Guild’s courtyard wall.0

As soon as he entered the hall of the Leebi Guild, Woo-Moon realized what had happened as he saw Jo Mu-Jae and the others under the control of Chae Noh-Cheol and Chae Young-Ryong’s underlings.0

He glared over at the father-son duo and spoke with venom.0

“You dare try to poison my family?”0

As he saw Woo-Moon standing alive before them, Noh-Cheol’s mind fell into disarray.0

However, he was already riding the tiger, and there was no getting off. All he could do was steel his resolve.0

‘Seeing that the Palm Emperor and the others are nowhere to be seen, they must have already been poisoned. I’m already past the point of no return. I have to see this through to the end.’0

According to what his son had told him, Song Woo-Moon supposedly had great martial skills. However, Noh-Cheol assumed there was a limit to how strong he could be. After all, didn’t they say that the fist was weaker than the brain?2

Reminding himself of that phrase, Noh-Cheol was about to call the attack before he noticed that his son and the warriors had all turned pale.0

‘These bastards are already terrified!’0

Seeing the warriors’ morale had plummeted, Noh-Cheol shouted with...0