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Chapter 10
With a gulp, Frog licked his lips as he looked at the gold coins on the table. If there was anyone as greedy as the repulsive Fox, it was Frog.
“A deal?”
The guy who had just been glaring as if he would kill at any moment now seemed curious as he initiated the conversation.
“Yeah. A deal.”
“What’s the deal?”
Saying so, Frog fiddled with his dagger.
“….”
Cyclops couldn’t easily continue the conversation.
“…Let’s hunt down the mad dog together.”
That was Cyclops’s proposition.
Snickering, Frog smiled.
“So, after all the pretense of being noble, all you propose is betrayal?”
“Betrayal? Choose your words carefully, Frog.”
Cyclops slammed the table, seeming unjustly accused.
Bang!
“Even if Ogre is an unavoidable monstrosity beyond our league, that mad dog isn’t!”
His voice was filled with anger.
“Do you expect me to submit to someone who takes what they want by force?”
“So, if we catch the mad dog, you’ll give a thousand gold?”
“It’s an advance payment. If we catch the mad dog, I’ll give more than that.”
“I see.”
Frog smirked even more deviously.
“You had quite a stash hidden away? I didn’t know you were so skilled.”
“So, will you do it or not? Speak up.”
Swish.
Frog continued to stroke his dagger without giving an answer.
“I refuse.”
That was the final decision.
“Why? I thought someone as money-hungry as you would surely accept.”
“I’ve heard some rumors about the mad dog too.”
“What?”
What’s this about now?
“One of my subordinates, who’s from Chichiron, mentioned it. He said Chichiron’s mad dog is so ferocious that once it bites, it never lets go.”
That was quite an impressionable story.
A subordinate who claimed he’d do anything if ordered, even after barely escaping from the mad dog.
“But in the end, he’s just a ‘dog,’ after all.”
Swish.
Frog rose from his seat.
“I thought he was just a guard dog, nothing to worry about while he stayed at home. Surprised to see him venture out.”
“And you’re giving up three thousand gold just for that?”
“What are you talking about, Cyclops?”
Swish.
Suddenly, a dagger was poised in front of Cyclops’s remaining eye.
Snick.
Frog’s torn lips seemed to hang on his ear.
“Here’s a thousand gold already on the table. The rest? Well, I’ll find out where it is while I torture you. You probably haven’t surrendered everything to the mad dog yet.”
“….”
“It’s better not to try to run or make a fuss. My subordinates are already lurking around. ”
The fact that he had been fiddling with his dagger was a signal.
Not to give him a chance to escape.
‘Thank goodness.’
Since Ogre appeared, Frog had always kept his subordinates on standby out of fear.
A trap from which there was no escape.
Cyclops had fallen into it.
“Is that so…?”
But something was off.
“Why are you smiling?”
Cyclops was laughing as if he knew something amusing.
“If you’ve heard rumors about me, that’s good.”
Then, a voice came from behind.
Swaek!
Frog swiftly turned around and swung his dagger without hesitation.
Parr!
His dagger trembled as it encountered something obstructing it.
“A finger…?”
A finger. Someone’s extended index finger was blocking his sharp dagger.
“Mad Dog”
“The mad dog is out of the house, so thought might as well give you a bite.”
Kwaang!
Frog’s little guards went flying ineffectively as Sein kicked.
“You’ve been out of the house a lot, too, so I thought I’d give you a bite.”
* * *
“Boss!”
As Frog was being attacked, his waiting subordinates began to rush in.
“How…?”
Meanwhile, Frog was more astonished than in pain.
He hadn’t let his guard down while setting up the meeting place and coming here.
Even now, the dock was protected by dozens of men, boasting of its safety.
And yet.
‘How did he sneak up behind me…?’
The Mad Dog, Sein, appeared behind him without a sound.
‘If he wanted to kill me, I’d be dead for sure.’
Frog had crossed the boundaries between life and death that others couldn’t comprehend.
Ohso-so.
He couldn’t even fathom what Sein had done.
That’s the way it had to be.
Suh-guk-!
The district chief of Borpeo back alley would never have known.
Sein’s life experiences.
Among the lives he had “Played.”
“What’s going on? Why are you all hesitating?”
It would never be known that he was once an assassin who wrinkled the continent.
“…Crazy.”
“It’s… it’s a monster.”
Nearly half of the men in the dock were dead.
The Frog flew off and slammed into the wall while he assessed the situation.
“No reinforcements are coming from outside.”
They might all be dead.
Could it be possible?
Even questioning that was brief.
Thud!
Even Cyclops, who seemed like he would just watch, swung his sword towards Frog’s henchmen.
“Hahaha! You sons of bitches! This is our new boss, the Mad Dog of the Cyclops Faction!”
Seeing Sein’s authority, Cyclops became even more emboldened.
Frog gritted his teeth.
But he didn’t intend to die like this.
“Your teeth might be sharp, Mad Dog, but….”
Using one leg and a crutch as support, Frog suddenly stood up.
“I, Borpeo’s…!”
Click!
A change occurred in the leg he had only thought of as a crutch.
“You Poisonous Frog!”
Poof!
In an instant, smoke filled the room.
Poisonous Frog.
It was what they called Frog, who dominated Borpeo’s back alley with drugs and smuggled drugs through the river.
“Cough, cough! Boss!”
“Sskeaak!”
Frog’s henchmen groaned in agony and collapsed.
“This damn, dog-.!”
The Cyclops, who had been dancing to Sein’s tune, collapsed as well.
“Hehehe. It’s Ormi’s poison. You idiots.”
It wouldn’t lead to immediate death, but the poison inflicted such excruciating pain that dying would be preferable to being poisoned.
Frog muttered.
“Damn it, I was saving this for the ogres.”
Surviving until now using this method.
“Now that it’s come to this, you bastards have to be my punching bags.”
He wouldn’t kill through poison.
He would keep them alive in agony.
Swish.
And with his own hands, tear them apart until they begged for forgiveness.
That was Frog’s way.
“Especially you, you Mad Dog….”
Frog advanced through the smoke, clashing daggers.
But he soon stopped, unable to do anything but stare blankly upwards.
“Is this all you’ve hidden?”
Eyes flickering in the smoke.
Certainly blue, but…
“And let’s get something straight.”
“H-how…?”
If his eyes felt too red, was it just a misconception?
“You’re the moron, not me. Oh, and that one-eyed over there too.”
“How the hell-!”
Frog thrust the dagger he held in both hands forward.
“Don’t worry.”
He couldn’t have known.
“Whether someone’s able-bodied or disabled, I never discriminate.”
Thud!
Even against the mightiest creatures like dragons,
They were immune to poison.
* * *
“Darren.”
“Yes, Boss.”
“How’s the territory takeover going?”
Three days had passed since Frog’s death.
Sein, who seemed like a storm sweeping through Borpeo, had paused for a moment.
“We’ve taken over Frog’s territory as well.”
“And the subordinates?”
As Sein’s question followed,
“Aaargh!”
“Pl-please spare us!”
Along with screams echoing outside the dock,
Splash!
The sound of ripples spreading in the Byikal River continued to be heard.
“It’s been sorted out now.”
“Good job.”
Frog was a drug lord.
He scattered drugs throughout Borpeo.
Naturally, most of his subordinates were addicts to Frog’s drugs.
“Eyes.”
“Yes… Yes, Boss!”
Cyclops shouted with a rigid posture.
He hadn’t held such an angle since his days as a rookie mercenary.
“Remember.”
Sein sat askew.
“While I may not care about other things, drug trafficking and prostitution are strictly regulated.”
Cowed by his ominous demeanor, Cyclops remained silent.
“Understood?”
“Yes, Boss!”
“Good.”
Three days.
Since Frog’s death, time had passed.
Sein hadn’t moved, but Cyclops and Darren were rummaging through the alleys, taking over Frog’s territory.
“He’s not moving.”
For Frog, it was like poking at something.
How would Borpeo’s back alleys react?
“Ogre.”
To investigate how the monster, who had newly become the boss of the back alleys, would respond.
But even after three days had passed, they hadn’t moved.
“Seems like they have no intention of moving for a while. Or…”
Was there a reason they couldn’t move?
Whatever it was.
Ssik.
He had confirmed what he wanted to confirm.
“Darren.”
Sein had also wanted to confirm something over the past three days.
“You’ve located the Ogre, right?”
The Ogre’s whereabouts.
The location of the one who had cleaned up the back alleys and was hiding somewhere, not revealing himself.
“I found him.”
“As expected, Darren.”
The protagonist-like ability that allowed him to survive in this dog-eat-dog life.
Swish.
Sein stood up from where Frog had been.
Thud.
His footsteps.
Naturally, Darren moved as if one with Sein, following behind.
Thud.
Cyclops followed behind them.
“So, where is he?”
“He’s in the iron mine area.”
The iron mine.
‘There’s nothing Borpeo doesn’t have. It’s a city of my liking.’
And this city…
Crunch.
Would soon be his.
Sein emerged from the dock’s gate and continued to walk forward.
Thud.
With a small step, he climbed onto the shelf where goods had been unloaded in the past.
“Nice to meet you. There might be some of you who are seeing my face for the first time?”
Sein’s voice echoed.
“I’m Sein Demoros, also known as the Mad Dog of Chichiron.”
There were no newcomers eagerly opening their mouths, perhaps because they had already received a warning or because they had witnessed the handling of Frog’s henchmen just moments ago and chose to remain silent.
“How does it feel to have a city that was perfectly fine taken from you by someone else?”
Sein asked.
“How does it feel to have a city you ruled like kings taken away from you?”
Ssik.
“How does it feel for someone you considered a brother in arms to die and leave you behind?”
Sein sighed.
“It’s filthy!”
Someone shouted.
“Shut up, you spineless bastard.”
Sein said sharply with a piercing gaze.
The ones hastily closing their mouths.
“If you were so upset and in pain, you should have stepped up earlier. If you were suffering, you should have thrown a fit.”
The smirk on Sein’s lips was mocking.
“What have those who did nothing got?”
Thud.
Sein descended from the shelf.
He turned his back.
“Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. As long as you follow me…”
Ssik.
“I’ll give you what you want.”
Fifty of Cyclops Faction.
Twenty of Frog’s Faction.
Wearing clothes of his own choosing and wielding weapons of his own choosing,
“Let’s go, you spineless bastards.”
They began to follow behind Sein.
“Unlike you, I’m not a patient man.”
[TL /N: The names are subjected to change as the story reveals information further down the line, it could remain the same as it is now but just a heads up.]
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