Chapter 173 – The Hound
Shoot ah-
Outside the window, I could hear the rain hitting the eaves.
In the thick darkness, a large man is repeatedly lifting and putting something down with one hand.
Keseu-up-Pushuu-
Keseu-up-Pushuu-
When he breathed in, he opened his nostrils wide and inhaled in a single breath, and when he exhaled, he opened his wide lips and exhaled with a “Fu shuu”.
The man grumbled and asked someone.
“Hu-wook- So? What happened?”
To the man’s question, another man standing tall in front of him answered with a troubled smile.
“That is···. We don’t know either. After wrestling is over, Marjorie continues to hang out with a bastard named Ha Seo-joon. I heard that he works as a swordsman teacher for some girl… I released the kids and put them on.”
Thud-
The tall man dropped what he was holding in his hand.
It was a heavy rebar that hit the floor. If it was too heavy, the floor would be dented in the shape of the rebar.
A tall man pushed aside the curtain that was covering the outside.
The moonlight seeped in. Through the window, a stream of rain falls inward.
He reached out his calloused hand, dipped it in rainwater, rubbed it, and wiped the sweat from his hand. Then he filled his hands with rainwater and wet it on his face.
“…”
Turning around – the man’s monstrous muscular body was clearly visible under the moonlight.
He was a man who grew his body all the time except when he was having sex with a woman. His muscles cracked and the muscles of his chest and thighs twitched with every breath he took.
The bald head that was smooth and the bridge of the nose bent back and forth. When I was young, my father, a miner, beat me every night, and I heard that the shape of his nose changed after repeating breaking and breaking again.
But there weren’t many people in this city who could look straight into that ugly nose of a man.
The man’s name is Hodor the Hammer. He was the captain of the Sledgehammer Mercenary.
Hodor raised a tendon between his brows and grinned, showing his yellow teeth.
“Yeaaaaa, which means that you don’t know what you’re talking about after all?
The man standing in front of Hodor swallowed his breath and bowed flat.
“Well, it seemed like he was talking about something, but he was talking so quietly that I couldn’t hear him…!”
Before the man could finish his answer, Hodor snorted and put his fist on his philtrum.
I’m sorry-
After being punched in the face, the man fell behind him with a fountain of blood pouring from his nose.
Koh-ho-ok – blood flowed from both nostrils – but I immediately got up from the floor and stood up in front of him again.
As the man stood still, his shoulders trembling, Hodor wiped the water from the rain and sweat with the palm of his hand and wiped the water on the floor.
“Whoa-. Well, good I know those two bitches are plotting something-. Find out what it is. If you paid money and entrusted the work, should you pay the price? Huh?”
Hodor raised the bar again. The muscles in his limbs bulge out. I felt the enormous weight of the rebar.
Gul-pak-swallowing, the man quickly nodded his head to make a paek-pak-sound.
…
Shoot ah-
Street at dawn pouring rain -.
A man who had just escaped from a dark building was immediately followed by those who followed him like an older brother.
Those wearing loose leather helmets that didn’t fit their bodies, Gambisons with stitches running down here and there, and tattered carapaces with loose strings -.
For a mercenary, it was more like an interest group of thieves.
“Oh my brother! Are you all right…?”
“Eceveral-, do you think this looks okay?”
Hodor that bastard bastard-
The man squeezed the blood leaking from his nose. A blood scab pops out. He roughly tore the hem of his tunic and pinched his nose.
He rubbed his nose with roughly rainwater in the palm of his hand and spat out thick phlegm on the floor.
This man’s name is Berman.
They are mercenaries from the underworld who will do anything for money.
Men like Berman were quite common.
Starving bastards in the back alleys-.
Berman will do anything if you give him money.
You can dance with your pants off, and you can suck stinky cocks if you want. What- no bastard wants a boy to suck it up, but-.
His main job is to scare the bastards who don’t pay back, bruise them, and take money for them. If it’s a woman, I’ll share it with my younger siblings here.
Assault, kidnapping, rape, murder-. I haven’t done anything.
On this floor, people like Berman, who lacked money, connections, and skills, were widely scattered.
A dog life, a fucking life-.
What bastards like Berman can do is end up there.
Most of them get consumptive diseases and either pickaxe like a dog to die, a net that melts their shoulders, or plow that loses bones, or live and die-.
Or, fuck it, just die or not – living like a dog, earning and living like a dog.
Like a rat that eats leftovers from a sewer, like a cockroach that survives no matter how much medicine you take-.
Hodor was a guest who often entrusted work to Berman. He was also his back at the same time looking after him. While he proves his usefulness-.
It wasn’t that Hodor wasn’t a big deal, though.
At most, the second-ranked person in the mercenary industry in this city. Of course, even that is great. There are a few bureaucrats who take pennies from him, so-.
At least he was much better than Berman, who was nothing more than a rat eating corpses…
The bastard entrusted the work to Berman again.
It was a job to take care of a cheeky bastard and bring him in as a new recruit to the sledgehammer mercenary. Scare them, squeeze them, and if that isn’t enough, grab them and threaten them.
But when I looked behind him, I realized that this guy was a thing.
Not to mention the sledgehammer mercenary corps, Marjorie, the No. 1 mercenary in the Rivermill mercenary industry.
“Brother, but those bitches-. It looks really fucking chewy, but how could it not work…? Uhhhhh-.”
A young goat with a long beard, stuck close to Berman’s side.
This kid’s name is a skier, and he’s a kid who’s very crazy about holes and rushes at them. Looking at the goat’s beard stiffened with pork fat on the bird’s eye, it looks like a cha-am woman.
“Eig you bastard-!”
Berman hit him hard on the back of the head and then threatened him not to bother him.
This bastard only thinks about fucking cocks in her pussy, even though her older brother is being beaten like a dog and her nose is dripping with blood.
Well, in fact, the same goes for Berman.
Berman lived a life that was nothing short of a rat – a cockroach – and the only thing he was content with was to poke girls’ pussies as much as he wanted.
Yeah, to be honest, even now when I think about those sluts, my cock itches.
Especially that milk big bitch-. I was wandering around the inn to see her face, and I saw her face, but there was nothing like that in the world.
She was so beautiful – if there was such a bitch in Changgwan – she was confident that she would waste all her accumulated wealth. How big were the udders?
The skier heard Berman’s story and went straight to the inn. After checking his face, he came back and was in this state. It was a fuss that he would try to eat it somehow because he was blinded.
But our tight-fisted water lord issued a new order.
Rumors have been circulating that this guy named Seo-jun has recently started to eat with Marjorie-. It was to find out what the two of them were talking about and what they were plotting.
So, for the past few days, Berman has given small amounts of money to the little boys, ragtags, and drunkards he’s been acquainted with, and attached them to them.
But these rats didn’t bring the right story at all.
All they say is what they ate for breakfast today. I went to poop at lunch and came out, and they said it was so fucking big and stuffy-stories.
But, in the middle of that shit talk, the skier suddenly took off his pants and started shaking his cock. The reason was that the poop was the udder bitch I just talked about.
‘Yeah- Shiva, even those bitches do poop – I thought they lived on only dew…’
Hearing the story from the side, the other kid started talking about it.
Unknowingly, Berman imagined the sick asshole sitting in the toilet, pulling down his pants, opening his butthole.
Right away, his cock bulged.
I thought that if I was that pretty, I would look bad no matter what I did.
There is a saying that 3 months if the wife is pretty, 3 years if the wife is kind, 30 years if the wife is good at cooking, and 3 generations if the wife is wise, but if the wife is fucking pretty then it doesn’t matter.
Just imagining that bitch pooping doesn’t make her cock bulge – stand up -.
Wisdom, cooking, whatever-, to be honest, it didn’t matter to Berman.
If a woman just likes to fuck, then she is fine.
The udder is big, the pussy tightens well, and it’s even pretty…? Then, shit- it’s over.
Well, the chatter got longer, but anyway, that was what Berman wanted to say.
If I could shove my cock into that bitch’s cunt – I thought I could do anything -.
Ki-Ik-
Berman, along with his brothers, entered a dark slum along a narrow road.
After walking along the muddy road for a long time, I came across an abandoned house that was dripping with rainwater. He has been a hideout for him and his family since before.
It was shattered and broken in places, and the only furniture left was a poker for stirring the campfire.
Still, if I could avoid the rain and wind, that was enough.
I ran out of breath and threw my ass on the bed, then put my hand in my pants and massaged my cock. When I imagined that bitch, my cock heated up again. I wanted to take a step out of this water.
“Hey! Berman! You bastard!”
But someone came from far away, calling Berman by name.
He was a beggar with a messy beard and a tattered jacket.
“I asked for good information. Cub Give me the money dude!”
The beggar came and held out his dirty hand.
