"…Do you know of Pae-gok?"
Whether it was because I had touched a nerve, Dong Hae-il's speech became clipped. Mok Un-jeong, standing beside him, also glared at the Fiend Butcher with a stiff face. In the rumors that drift through the martial world, Pae-gok is a monstrous giant of a man who can fold a person in half.
But the true identity of Pae-gok that Do Gwang-il knew was completely different. If, as the old man said, Pae-gok was truly the traitor of Zhongnan, then Dong Hae-il and Mok Un-jeong could not be unaware. How much did the Fiend Butcher know?
If he was trying to deceive them with lies while knowing nothing, Dong Hae-il would not stand for it. Even for one of the Three Great Fiends, he was now injured and his energy was weakened. If a master counted among the best in Zhongnan went berserk and tried to kill him, he could not guarantee his life.
"Pae Reuk-san and Gok Bu-yeong."
The names the Fiend Butcher mentioned were exactly the ones I had heard from Do Gwang-il. Dong Hae-il's eyes trembled.
"…Where are they?"
"Don't be impatient. They'll be coming to Western Village soon enough."
Seeing Dong Hae-il's agitation, the Fiend Butcher shook his head calmly, as if controlling the pace. At the sight that seemed to show he wouldn't say easily, Dong Hae-il's face contorted.
"What do you want?"