Chapter 5

"That bastard was a moron."

Yeom, an addict who ruined his life with gambling, harshly assessed him.

"He only ever lost money. In my thirty years in gambling dens, he was the worst gambler I'd ever seen."

Gwimyeong, who was listening, sighed lightly. This bastard he was chasing was like an onion—peel it, and another layer appears.

A real son of a bitch.

Perhaps grateful for the few nyang he received, Yeom excitedly blurted out things he wasn't even asked.

"I was so frustrated that one day I asked him, 'Why do you keep coming if you always lose?' And his answer was truly a masterpiece."

"What did he say?"

"He said he was planning to do something that required great luck in the future. So he wanted to use up all the defeats in his life here. Hahaha! That was the most absurd excuse I'd ever heard in my life."

Gwimyeong's expression immediately hardened.

That's not an excuse, is it? So, he was losing on purpose?

Being able to intentionally lose continuously means he can also win continuously.

'Just what kind of bastard is this?'

A chill ran down his spine. As an assassin, he had experienced all kinds of opponents, but this was the first time he felt someone was this difficult.

"Did he say anything else?"

"Ah, what was it? He definitely said something..."

Yeom rolled his eyes, gauging Gwimyeong's reaction.

He was trying to get a few more nyang. Gwimyeong readily opened his pouch.

"Ah! Now I remember. He said he was going to participate in some kind of competition."

Gwimyeong roughly grabbed Yeom by the collar.

"What competition?"

"Th, that's... I think he said it was some kind of Martial Arts Tournament..."

Gwimyeong, staring into Yeom's hazy eyes, released his collar.

He realized he couldn't get anything more from him. If he pressured him further, he would make up stories to escape the moment.

Several Martial Arts Tournament in the Jianghu flashed through his mind.

If Yeom had heard correctly, finding him would be easy. But the chances of someone who committed such a large-scale fraud participating in a Martial Arts Tournament were slim.

On the other hand, it was also the biggest clue he had gathered so far. Yes, if he slowly tightened the noose like this, his tracks would surely be revealed. Even onions have an end if you keep peeling them. Just you wait.

Leaving Yeom, who was blending back into the gamblers, behind, Gwimyeong left the gambling den.

Gwimyeong looked up at the sky. The cloudy sky looked like it would rain any minute.

Gwimyeong moved his steps to the last place he needed to investigate.