Ch.46Chinese Iced Tea 4

“What’s going on.”

Men came rushing down from the second-floor stairs.

Some had their upper bodies exposed, covered in tattoos.

Jeksa thought about having a cigarette before dealing with them.

But remembering the one she’d just smoked, she let out a deep sigh.

Anna was the first to step forward.

She raised her dagger, stained with black blood.

“Stay back if you can’t fight.”

“Try not to get your throat slit like last time.”

The silver-haired killer left those words behind as she charged forward without hesitation.

The men immediately took combat stances.

But before they could even raise their arms, the killer was already right in front of them.

A startled man swung his fist.

Anna ducked to avoid the attack, then stabbed him in the side.

Dark red blood poured from his stomach from the relentless slashing.

As their comrade fell on the narrow staircase, the thugs bumped into each other in confusion.

Seizing the opportunity, Anna dispatched them one by one.

Using a man with a shredded side as a shield, she pierced the next one’s throat.

The thugs retreated hastily in the face of her merciless technique.

They had never seen such brutal methods in their lives.

But they weren’t just taking it passively.

From above, a man who appeared to be their leader shouted loudly.

“Master Wei Qingshan promised!”

At his cry, the thugs who had been panicking immediately stopped in their tracks.

“Whoever captures these women alive will be given ownership after they’re trained!”

As he finished speaking, the thugs’ expressions changed at the thought of what that meant.

Their reluctant faces soon transformed into ecstatic beasts drunk on pleasure.

Jeksa laughed at his words, as if they were absurd.

Train and own whom?

The sound of grinding teeth came from the silver-haired killer’s mouth.

Soon her eyes became clouded, as if devoid of any emotion.

Anna picked up a dagger dropped by one of the thugs.

Then, gripping blades in both hands, she charged at them like a madwoman.

Like a butcher encountering meat.

Jeksa stared blankly at the carnage.

Unlike Anna, she had no interest in dagger techniques or martial arts.

But she too was a killer.

Jeksa observed the staircase where Anna and the gangsters clashed, as if studying a target.

Anna sensed a murderous intent from her for a moment.

Noticing something, the white-eyed killer briefly retreated from the stairs.

Seeing the killer retreat, the thugs gained confidence.

Thinking their attacks were working, they immediately pounced on Anna.

Whoever caught her first would gain ownership of her.

Despite the clear risk of death, they rushed at her as if enchanted by her smooth face.

“—.”

Jeksa slowly raised her left hand.

She gradually covered the thugs’ figures with her palm.

Soon, a giant hand erupted from the floor following her gesture.

«Level 3 Monster, Giant’s Left Hand.»

The dead giant’s hand swooped down on them like catching insects.

Dozens of low-level hunters were instantly crushed to the floor.

Red blood oozed from the debris.

The leader watching from the second floor turned pale.

He stumbled backward and fell.

Anna nimbly climbed to the second floor, stepping on the debris.

She looked down at the panicked leader with an expressionless face.

“I-I’m sorry… That comment about ownership was too much, wasn’t it?”

He stammered and begged profusely.

Anna merely smiled slightly at his reaction.

She slowly knelt down and faced the Chinese man.

“Wei Qingshan. Where is he?”

“He’s… he’s on the fifth floor.”

The leader answered, trembling.

Anna nodded, seemingly satisfied with his compliant answer.

Seeing her nod, the leader breathed a sigh of relief.

But that was his final breath.

As he exhaled, Anna enthusiastically stabbed his throat with her knife.

Once, twice, three times.

With a crisp bursting sound, his throat split open cleanly.

“All done?”

Jeksa asked from the first floor.

“Yes.”

Anna wiped the blood from her face, looking satisfied.

Then she looked down at Jeksa, who was standing on the giant’s hand.

“Then give me a lift too.”

Jeksa, who looked tiny as a dwarf due to the height, said.

“What…?”

Anna asked again.

It seemed absurd that the woman who had just summoned a giant hand was now asking to be lifted up like a child.

“I can’t jump that high like you.”

Jeksa said proudly with her arms crossed.

“Just use that fancy hand of yours.”

“This is a one-time technique.”

The red-eyed killer stretched both hands toward Anna.

Anna sighed deeply and landed back on the first floor.

Reluctantly, she offered her back.

Jeksa smiled slightly and gently climbed onto Anna’s back.

“Don’t get the wrong idea. This is just once because we share the same goal.”

The white-eyed killer calmly bent her knees and leaped to the second floor in one bound.

Jeksa got down from her as if receiving her due service.

Then she casually dusted off her knees.

“You’re heavy. You should exercise more.”

Anna muttered in a flat voice.

“It’s because I’m so high-ranking. I don’t have time to exercise these days.”

Jeksa shrugged her shoulders smugly.

Disliking her attitude, Anna cut her off with the information she got from the leader.

“He’s on the fifth floor.”

“I know. That’s the VIP room, so of course he’d be there.”

Jeksa took the lead up the stairs, as if to say that was obvious.

Anna bit her lip, irritated by her grating attitude.

Then she followed her up the stairs in silence.

Soon they arrived at the fifth floor.

A luxurious corridor stretched out before them, with the VIP room at the end.

The VIP room door was conspicuously open.

As if it had been left open to welcome guests.

Wei Qingshan could be seen sitting on an ornate sofa.

With his legs propped up on the magnificent table, he greeted the two killers with ease.

“Welcome, ladies.”

He spoke in a gentle voice, as if they were his daughters.

Disgusted by his demeanor, Jeksa spoke first.

“You’re quite relaxed, considering all your men just died.”

“Such men can be gathered in five minutes in Chinatown. Twice as many are already on their way here.”

So this is Chinatown indeed.

The vermin that need to be killed are swarming.

The chubby man clapped his hands lightly.

Two men stood up from behind the sofa.

<Lim San>

Ranking: 88th

Occupation: Mercenary Hunter. Master of Wing Chun.

<Ho San>

Ranking: 90th

Occupation: Mercenary Hunter. Master of Taiji Sword.

“These are my bodyguards from China. They’re all rankers. No matter how strong you women are, do you think you can defeat these rankers?”

He proudly patted the shoulders of the two men.

“…”

Jeksa and Anna showed no reaction to Wei Qingshan’s words.

“If you surrender now, I’ll make you my dancers. You have pretty faces and sexy bodies. No need to do the difficult hunter work.”

The man rolled his eyes, alternately looking at Anna and Jeksa’s chests and hips.

“The red-eyed one has an especially nice figure for a qipao, and the white-eyed one would look good in a dancer’s outfit…”

He spoke in an arrogant voice, as if bestowing mercy.

Anna, not wanting to hear any more, threw one of her daggers at him.

The dagger that had killed dozens rushed toward the chubby Chinese man’s neck.

Ho San, the master swordsman, blocked it with his scabbard.

“Just like that girl earlier… kids these days have such nasty tempers.”

Wei Qingshan’s broad nose exhaled smoke.

He tapped his cigar on the table.

“Is Siho alright?”

Jeksa asked at the mention of “that girl.”

Wei Qingshan then realized their target was the girl he had brought.

His lips curled in response.

Saliva dripped from his yellowed gold teeth.

“Ah, you mean our dancer Miho? Of course.”

“Miho…?”

Jeksa’s face contorted at his disgusting words.

He’d already given her a new name?

“By now, she’s probably getting all dressed up to accept me.”

He casually gestured to his hunters.

The bodyguards immediately assumed combat stances.

“So you two should quickly head to the training room as well.”

The rankers rushed at the two killers in response.

Lim San, the Wing Chun master, took on Anna.

He threw punches at incredible speed.

Anna was helplessly hit by his fists that shot out like bullets.

Face, chest, side.

Before she could swing her dagger, he overwhelmed her with his superior speed.

Jeksa silently watched the scene.

But soon she had to take her eyes off Anna.

Ho San’s swift sword was rushing toward her body.

Jeksa hastily backed away from the swordsmanship she had never seen before.

She was busy dodging Ho San’s relentless strikes that left no openings.

Having found his rhythm, the ranker taunted her.

“What’s this? You came to Chinatown with such an ordinary body?”

He aimed for Jeksa’s neck with his long sword, having gauged her abilities.

The blade dug into Jeksa’s neck as she misjudged its length.

“Hey! We need to make her a dancer, what are you doing killing her!”

Wei Qingshan shouted with disappointment.

But his disappointment soon turned to terror.

“…”

Despite having a sword embedded in her neck, Jeksa’s expression remained unchanged.

She even spoke leisurely.

“You should have cut it in one stroke.”

Ho San’s face contorted at this unprecedented situation.

It was a strike that would have severed any ordinary woman’s neck in one go.

But Jeksa’s neck, far from being cut, held his sword like tough meat.

Moreover, her flesh began to writhe and suck in the blade.

Soon the ranker’s sword became one with Jeksa’s flesh, like a sword stuck in a tree.

No matter how much strength he used to twist it, it wouldn’t budge.

“You’re definitely weaker than Anna, huh?”

In his confusion, Ho San swung his fist.

A swordsman ranked within the top 100 was floundering, using his fist instead of his sword.

Jeksa didn’t dodge the punch.

It wasn’t worth avoiding, being so weak.

His hand dug into Jeksa’s face.

But soon he felt a strange sensation between his knuckles.

Like hitting clay rather than a face.

“That hurts.”

Jeksa’s skin peeled away from Ho San’s punch, then regenerated into the same face.

At this grotesque sight, the ranker realized.

The woman before him was by no means an “ordinary” person.

She was a hunter more bizarre and eerie than anyone else.

“—!”

The moment he realized this, a black hole appeared in his forehead.

While Ho San was confused, Jeksa had a gun in her hand.

The ranker fell pathetically from a single gunshot.

Having easily resolved the situation, Jeksa casually rubbed the gun barrel.

Lim San stared at the scene in a daze.

“What. Doesn’t everyone have a gun these days?”

Jeksa shrugged at the Chinese man’s gaze.

Lim San, now alone, was troubled.

He needed to quickly kill Anna and subdue Jeksa.

He couldn’t give an opponent with a gun time to aim.

Lim San hurriedly threw punches at Anna.

Due to his anxious state, his attacks gradually became lighter.

Anna took all his attacks with her body.

And then…

Without the slightest hesitation, she thrust her knife into the ranker’s body.

Throat.

Throat.

Throat.

She didn’t bother stabbing anywhere else.

Like a machine, she brutally stabbed his throat dozens of times.

“…”

The Wing Chun master couldn’t speak with his throat ruptured.

He simply collapsed limply toward Anna.

She pushed the ragged corpse to the floor in disgust.

“—.”

The situation was resolved.

The two killers looked up at the source of this trouble.

The fat man was trembling on the sofa, unable to escape in time.

Before his eyes were not loyal hunters, but two fierce beasts.

“D-don’t come near me. If you kill me, you’ll make enemies of everyone in Chinatown!”

He cowered at the approaching shadows.

Just like when Siho was kidnapped by him.

“Really?”

Jeksa picked up a cigar from the golden table.

Cuban cigars in Korea where trade had been cut off—Jeksa put the cigar in her mouth with satisfaction.

“Well, whatever. You made enemies with Korea’s largest organization, so…”

The woman mumbled as she lit the cigar.

“Korea’s largest organization…?”

Wei Qingshan coughed at the acrid smoke.

Soon he realized who he had messed with.

“Could it be… you’re an executive of Ilshim?”

Jeksa didn’t answer his question.

The opponent wasn’t even worth responding to.

As if answering for her, footsteps were heard from the stairway.

Jeksa blew cigar smoke toward the source of the sound.

Men in black suits entered the fifth floor.

Their leader, Sangmun, had blood on his face as if he’d been warming up.

“I apologize, Sister. We were delayed clearing something on the way.”