A Man Who Speaks Thoughtlessly Yet Strategically.
I looked at the sprawled members of the Sword Association.
"Get up and check on those still breathing. The living must survive. Stop whining."
In truth, this was a command that should have come from the leader.
Only then did the members jump up in surprise.
I sat down with my back against the leader, who looked at me with a complicated expression.
It was not hard to understand.
Even if he wanted to fight, I was stronger, and if he wanted to apologize, his pride wouldn’t allow it.
Engaging in a verbal dispute would also be difficult since he had received help from me.
If I hadn’t helped today, Nam Cheon-ryeon would have suffered even more miserably.
My conclusion was this: Nam Cheon-ryeon would be handled by the leader, but it was my responsibility to manage and absorb the assets and remnants of the Sword Association.
This foolish man did not deserve to grow his power.
Therefore, it was necessary for the leader and me to clearly establish our hierarchy.
The method to determine the hierarchy was simple: either scold, kill, or beat.
I spoke to the leader, who looked as if he might faint from exhaustion.