Jongseok was placed inside a restaurant with traditional Chinese patterns and ornaments.

There was quiet Chinese music inside the store and people were eating.

Jong-seok breathed in the unique Chinese food scent and looked around.

In the shop, people were gathering for a meal. And among them, there seemed to be more Westerners than Asians.

'Because it's a tourist destination.

Not all Chinese people live in Chinatown. Jong-seok, who was looking around him, went upstairs.

Jong-seok, who came up to the second floor, could see young people playing mahjongg in one corner.

"There he is."

And Jong-seok approached them. In the place of mahjong, young people were moving their hands, smoking cigarettes or drinking alcohol.

"It's going to be a big hit today."

"What doesn't stick like this."

Listening to the grumbling, Jong-seok picked up a chair and put it down beside them.

Blame!

At the sound of the lightening chairs, the young men who were playing mahjong saw him.

And at that moment the young men quickly rose from their seats.

"You?"

"Let's talk for a moment."

"You little bastard!"

At Jong-seok's words, a young man pulled an ignorant-looking knife from his pocket and swung it.

Boooong!

Jong-seok, who lightly hit the back of the kitchen knife with his finger before the knife flew in, moved his feet slightly.

Puck!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok saw other young men in the scene of a young man falling down with his knee taken, screaming.

"Sit down for now."

At Jong-seok's words, the young men looked at each other and quickly moved.

I'm trying to run away. But their bodies were momentarily hardened. As soon as they tried to escape, their bodies were reduced to life.

"Gasp!"

“.....”

Young people who were hardened to life began to groan or tremble.

Jong-seok, who slightly shortened his life, pointed to his seat.

"Do you want me to sit you down?”

At the words of the little Jong-seok, the young men saw each other once and began to sit back.

Jong-seok looked around at the figure. Customers who were eating upstairs were looking at this place.

Attention was drawn to the scream of a young man wielding a knife. Jong-seok smiled at him and said,

"It's nothing, so please eat."

At Jong-seok's words, guests began to eat again after seeing the young people.

At first, I thought they were fighting, but seeing him sitting with Jong-seok, he seemed to think that a small dispute was over.

There is always a quarrel on gambling.

Jong-seok said to the young people.

"You know where I'm from, don't you?”

"Geumgang Sorimsa Temple."

said Jong-seok, who nodded at the young man's answer.

"I want to see your boss."

"Crazy bastard, we......”

A young man's swearing made Jong-seok give him a pout.

Argh!

Flinch!

When the young man became stiff, Jong-seok saw him and opened his mouth.

"You think I'm here to fight?”

“.....”

Jong-seok picked up a mahjongg pad when he saw a young man who was unable to speak due to live.

Then he put it between his fingers without saying anything and rubbed it.

Fasik! Hoody! Hoody!

Then the hard mahjongpah was crushed to pieces and crushed into powder, falling between the fingers.

"If I had come to fight, I would have made all your limbs this way. I wouldn't have been talking so quietly.”

Young men swallowed their saliva at Jong-seok's words. I was surprised that the hard mahjongpah was dusted between my fingers and scattered fingers.

Looking at such young people, Jong-seok said,

"The job to do is simple. Call your boss. An Asian wants to come and see the boss. You can see me here, you can take me wherever you want."

Young people looked at each other at Jong-seok's words. Jong-seok said to the gaze.

"I've got a phone call anyway. You just give information and your boss makes the choice.”

But none of the young men spoke first. Jong-seok looked at them and said,

"Then don't call me and go talk to me in person. Then I'll let him out of here."

When the young men saw each other at Jong-seok's words, one of them got up in a hurry.

"I'll go."

The young men glared at him at the sight.

"Hey! I was going to go.”

"You little bastard!"

Either way, Jong-seok raised his hand lightly and he hurried down the second floor.

Jong-seok saw the young people looking at it.

"You guys go too."

"What?"

"Can I go?"

"Because I'm not here to fight. Go talk to him. I'll wait here for an hour. Call in there, or come in."

To send only one person was to tell the pervert to come out quickly.

It doesn't help much to take them hostage.

And when Jong-seok pretended to go in, the young men faltered and began to run in a hurry.

Jong-seok brought the chair back to where it was and picked up the menu.

Then I looked at the menus for a while, and when I raised my hand, the staff approached me.

"Please give me one of the best menus here."

"Okay."

When the staff left, Jong-seok went to the table where he used to play mahjong and picked up some cards.

Then, Jong-seok, who was standing in front of him, was lost in thought.

'Is the boss coming? Or... ...fists coming?’

Jong-seok shook his head and poured water from the kettle.

"Whoever comes will."

Jong-seok was eating Dong-pa-yuk.

'This is delicious.’

Eating here was more palatable than eating here in mainland China.

"I'll have to come here with Sumi."

Thinking that way, Jong-seok poured a glass of koryang liquor. Originally, I didn't intend to drink up to Goryangju, but after eating Dongpa-yuk, I was so drunk that I ordered it.

While drinking, Jong-seok glanced toward the stairs. I could feel people coming up in a ferocious air.

'He's coming.

Jong-seok poured wine into the glass and looked ahead. Men were coming up the stairs.

Jong-seok slowly looked around them at the sight.

'The boss...' That's him.’

The moment I saw a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the crowd, I knew he was the boss.

It wasn't because he looked strong or because of his charisma. The men were implicitly taking a posture to protect him.

You look like you have a temper.’

His eyes looked rough. When Jong-seok thought of it, employees began to approach the guests and ask them to move.

And the guests must have felt a strange atmosphere, so they got up one by one and started going downstairs.

Jong-seok looked at the men as he saw it. And the men slowly began to wrap around the stalagmites.

Seeing such men, Jong-seok swallowed a sip of alcohol in the glass and put the glass down in front.

Squeeze!

Jong-seok, who poured the goryangju, pointed at the glass with his hands.

"Let's have a drink.”

While talking, I saw a man Jong-seok believed to be a boss. The boss sat down in the eyes of Jong-seok, who looked at himself accurately.

Then the man, who swallowed the drink at once, put his glass in front of Jongseok and poured it.

"Do you know me?"

"It's my first time seeing you today."

The man, who nodded at Jong-seok's words, opened his mouth.

"Did you call for reinforcements from the Temple of Sorim on the Geumgang River?"

"That's about it."

"Alone?"

"A little too much."

"Too much?"

"It's an axe to catch a chicken."

"Ha!"

The man who laughed as if he was funny said, looking at Jong-seok.

"So... ...what are you going to do with us all?"

"I didn't come here to fight."

"What do we do? We're trying to fight......No, you've been beaten up."

At the man's words, those around him began to sneak out knives or clubs.

Jong-seok laughed at the sight.

"You want to fight?”

Jong-seok's voice had changed to "ha". A man nodded as he looked at Jong-seok's foot.

"I know that the people of Keumgang Shaolin are good at fighting. But... ...you made a mistake coming alone.”

When the man who spoke stood up and stepped back, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"Wait."

At Jong-seok's call, a man saw him. Jong-seok opened his mouth to the gaze.

"From now on, I'm coming to you......Kneel down if you want to talk to me, and swing your fist if you want to fight with me."

"What? Ha!"

The man smiled and opened his mouth to his men.

"Kill."

"Ha!"

At the man's cry, his men wielded clubs and knives at Jong-seok. And the club and the knife were too young to live.

I thought you'd let your guard down....you're doing all you can.’

The club and the knife that flew towards him surprised Jong-seok slightly. There are about twenty gangsters around now.

This number is worth taking lightly if you have one opponent....their spouting of life was real.

He is trying to kill himself.

'And yet the dead have stepped on it.’

I heard that the dead men stepped on an organization before, but Jong-seok is a person of Geumgang Shaolin Temple, so he is nervous and pounced.

But whether you're nervous or not......it meant nothing if the opponent was Jong-seok.

Sweep!

Jong-seok stabbed his finger in the wrist holding a knife that was passing by his eyes.

Blow!

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

With a scream, the man sat down holding his wrist. Then Jong-seok moved his hand toward the club flying toward him.

Twisted! Twisted! Twisted!

The club was shattered by the hand of Jong-seok. And before the broken clubs fell to the ground, Jong-seok's hand hit the men's throats.

"Cuckoo-kuck!"

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok slowly moved to the side, with the men backing away, clutching their necks.

Then came the knives and sticks again toward such a stalactite. Those who wielded the sword drilled a hole in the hand.

It will be hard to eat with that hand from now on. I've cut off the tendon of my hand.

I had no intention of looking in my hands at those who did not hesitate to wield a knife at a person.

And those who wielded clubs also fatally wounded according to the part they were after.

So Jong-seok smashed the coming club and avoided the knife, knocking down the men.

The boss stumbled back as his men fell like autumn leaves.

Then, as he tried to turn himself hurriedly, something flashed through his ear.

Paw! Puck!

And the boss's body hardened. There was a mahjong pad embedded in the wall.

Boom boom!

Cracks began to crack around the mahjong group. In an instant, sweat began to flow across the wall on the face of the boss.

'If that's stuck in my head......’

The mere thought of it gave me goose bumps. The boss's face, which he was thinking of, was young.

The fighting sound that was heard in the back just now disappeared.

'Don't tell me?

Slowly turning his head, the boss's face hardened.

All of his men were down. But all of them were clutching their necks and breathing heavily.

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Jong-seok moved to him when the boss was hardened by the appearance of his men, who were restless and distressed to breathe.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With a heavy sound, the boss faltered back at the approaching sight of Jong-seok.

"If you're going to have a conversation, get down on your knees, or......”

Fa'at!

Jong-seok's new model appeared in front of the boss at the moment.

"Wipe your fists."

"Gasp!"

The startled boss gave a hurried punch.

Boooong!

Sweep!

Jong-seok, who stepped back lightly, turned around while looking at the boss. Then Jong-seok went to the chair and poured alcohol into the glass.

Squeeze!

Jong-seok, who poured alcohol into the glass, pushed it to the front seat and reached out his hand.

"Sit down."

When Jong-seok's words faltered and the boss tried to back down, Jong-seok lifted up his mahjong card.

He stopped the boss's movement.

"This hand hit that wall......if you think you're lucky, you go, or...... Sit down."

At Jong-seok's words, the boss looked at the mahjong pad embedded in the wall and slowly came to his seat and sat down.

Looking at such a boss, Jong-seok pointed to the glass, and he slowly picked up the glass and took it to his mouth.

Jong-seok opened his mouth watching the boss spill half and drink half.

"Do you like Samgukji?"

"What?"

"The Three Kingdoms."

"I like it."

"Then do you know that Zhuge Liang caught the prey seven times, and released it seven times?"

"Yes."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the boss' answer, opened his mouth.

"The reason I'm here is to solve the problems of you and our Geumgang Shaolin Temple, not to fight."

At Jong-seok's horse, the boss saw his men on the floor.

"You're telling me to believe that's what I'm saying.”

"I came to talk to you, but I didn't come to greet you."

"Then if you just overpower......”

"I do what I do to myself. Swing a knife to fit it, swinging a club to beat it, as much as swinging a club......”

Jong-seok said while looking at the fallen people.

"Fortunately, no one shot.”

"A gun?"

The boss's hand suddenly turned to his waist when he said the gun. Now the gun at the waist has come to mind.

Jong-seok smiled and said to the boss.

"If you'd shot...... I'm going to cut your quadriplegic and let you lie down for the rest of your life."

Hold still!

The boss's hand stopped at Jong-seok's remark. Watching such a boss, Jong-seok rose up.

"By tomorrow morning I'll catch you seven times and let you go seven times."

"Me?"

Jong-seok nodded at the boss's words.

"I'm going to get him in an hour. Be prepared enough."

Then Jong-seok threw money at the table and slowly began to go down the stairs.

The boss slightly touched the gun on the back of the stone, but could not take it out.

If you don't get shot...I fear the consequences of...

Jong-seok, who left the restaurant, glanced around the store.

"Seven birds with seven birds."

It may be out of admiration that the ferocious attack followed Zhuge Liang's reputation. But Jong-seok has a different opinion.

It was because of his strength that the ferocious attack followed Zhuge Liang's reputation. Fight seven times, the ferocious man used all his tricks.

Nevertheless, Zhuge Liang solved all of it and caught him.

That's why we decided to be on the same side as such opponents rather than enemies.

I don't mean to make the gangsters my men, but...... seven times, you'll have to crawl.’

Jong-seok muttered inside, looked at his cell phone clock and began to walk.

"What do you do for an hour?"