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Acheong lacks common sense, but her mind isn’t bad.

Acheong also understands the implications of these ruthless trash.

It was a relentless struggle of women who were determined to somehow make contact with Ok Gilin.

They would have poked her side annoyingly, asking her to pick up some of the snacks from the middle courtyard.

But Acheong was constantly immersed in the trash extravaganza, inhaling fried snacks, steamed snacks, baked snacks, boiled snacks, and dried snacks.

Now, she could step on that handkerchief that was laid out like Kim Sowol’s azaleas with thorns between each step.

If she kept picking up one by one, she would become a woman picking up grains.

Acheong clicked her tongue.

“Ugh. I’m sick of this. I’m fed up.”

“I thought you’d pick them up.”

“How can I pick all of that up? Seriously, my back hurts.”

A sudden question made Acheong speak up.

“Will the owner come back to pick those up later?”

“Of course.”

Pangdaesan hesitated.

Will they come back later? Won’t the appearance be greatly altered?

But just throwing it away? Isn’t that too much of a nuisance?

Pangdaesan hesitated.

Why am I even thinking about this?

“They’ll probably send someone later.”

“Go back there to look for them? Is there a professional lost and found person? Besides, they’ve been stepped on and crushed.”

The women with Pangdaesan were in competition with each other.

They pretended to walk by, subtly dropped items on top of others, and stepped on their competitors’ belongings.

“Can we make money by picking them up?”

Pangdaesan doubted his ears.

“Are you in your right mind?”

“No, some of these look quite expensive. They’ll probably come back for those, right?”

Acheong pointed to a pouch lying on the ground.

Handkerchiefs may be easy to drop, but their intentions are not good.

One way to quietly say goodbye to a lover was to give them a white handkerchief.

A handkerchief with red fabric and gold embroidery or one with similar splendor was the minimum requirement for lovers to share.

So, women from wealthy households shook their handkerchiefs.

There were also women who occasionally dropped pouches or hairpins, but other women did not dare to step on or touch such items.

It was dangerous to touch a woman who could throw away expensive items as bait.

On the other hand, if there was no fear of consequences, it was okay to touch her.

Just like that person.

“What are these? They’re so dirty.”

A small boy dressed in clean white clothes appeared, kicking away the purity of the fallen women.

The rough-looking boy next to him said, “It looks like the trace of Ok Gilin, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, right. Pang Awoo! Are you here?”

“Why are you shouting like that? Just follow the women’s gaze. There. She’s over there.”

“Indeed, our Jegal Awoo! Very clever! Pang! Ah! Woo!”

Acheong checked the occupations out of habit.

The young man was an 86.

Wow, Acheong marveled.

It was the highest record among the uninformed.

And the rough-looking boy was a -19. He was a decent guy.

It’s hard to stack up occupations.

Compared to that, the number of evil deeds they were involved in was enormous.

The uninformed who frequently took lives.

Even if they were leaning towards evil deeds and had a negative balance, as long as it was in the double digits, they were considered to have lived fairly decently without doing too many bad things.

Acheong asked about the unusual combination.

“Do you know them?”

“Yeah.”

But there was no sign of joy in knowing them at all.

But Pangdaesan had never seen him beg someone for mercy or anything like that. It was just his nature.

The boy entered the courtyard and shouted.

His voice was very loud for such a small subject.

“Pang Awoo! Long time no see! I didn’t expect to meet you here! You still shine from your face! Great!”

“Mr. Hwangbo, it’s been a while.”

“Sure! When was the last time we saw each other? Oh! What’s this? You’re with a lady! Could it be?”

“Absolutely not. Never.”

Pang Daesan looked disgusted.

“Haha, that’s rude! You need to understand women a bit!”

Pang Daesan’s mood soured.

Yes, that’s how it was supposed to be when dealing with a young man.

But Pang Daesan knew the young man well.

He couldn’t find a single trace of malice in him, and there was no need to express anything since he was clueless.

Unaware, the boy laughed heartily.

It didn’t suit him to act so carefree.

“This is Hwang Boon-chuk, just a familiar figure. And that one is Jegal Ihyun.”

“Pang-hyung, who is who?”

“You’re the ‘who.’ Did you bring him here on purpose?”

“The ladies were excited and causing a commotion, so I thought Pang-hyung would come out. Of course, I should greet you, hyungnim.”

The young boy was Hwang Boon-chuk. Surprisingly, she was twenty-seven years old.

She looked like a middle school student at first glance.

This? Twenty-seven?

Seeing Ah Cheong’s expression, Pang Daesan added, “She had the wrong medicine when she was young.”

“Ah.”

If she took the wrong medicine, there was nothing she could do.

Ah Cheong understood.

Sergeant Hwang Boon-chuk.

A famous figure in Gangho, despite her small stature, she had already achieved greatness and was respected as a sergeant.

And Jegal Ihyun, a living embodiment of muscle and intellect. At the tender age of eighteen, eighteen years old.

“Jegal…? Is that Jegal Ryang’s…?”

Ah Cheong asked.

Ah Cheong knew the surname Jegal.

Because Jegal Ryang was too famous.

Why, that Jegal. Fragile but smart.

“It seems like the external bloodline is too strong.”

“Of course! He’s our aunt’s son! It’s only natural!”

“I am satisfied. Jegal Gado is not yet ready to shed the mask of a weak scholar.”

Jegal Ihyun replied, raising his arms and flexing his biceps.

It was the modern equivalent of a front double biceps pose.

Wearing an uncommon sleeveless jacket in the middle of winter, his muscles and pride were clearly on display.

Muscle-brained Jegal Ihyun.

It meant he had the body of a beast and the brain of a sage.

Born with the powerful physique of Hwang Bo-sega and the exceptional intelligence of Jegal Sega, he was a rare talent in the world.

Although his martial arts skills were not exceptional, people’s expectations of Jegal Gado were not in that area.

On the contrary, the elders of the family were more hopeful for him.

While Jegal Sega’s martial arts skills were not outstanding among the top five, he was still a member of the top five in the middle field.

Yet, due to the greatness of his ancestors, everyone regarded Jegal as a smart gentleman.

In fact, it was unfair.

Jegal Ryang was a man of steel who endured eleven years of hard labor, including overtime after Yu Bi’s death.

Feeling unjust, Jegal Sega’s training focused more on improving his physique than on strategy.

The result was always a combination of a sage’s body and a beast’s brain.

He even studied blood flow seriously as if he had been cursed.

Meanwhile, Jegal Ihyun had shown both muscle and intelligence from a young age, making him a significant figure in the family.

They were guests that Pang Daesan couldn’t welcome.

Pang Daesan had a tendency to avoid peers with impressive nicknames. Sergeant Hwang Boon-chuk, Muscle-brained Jegal Ihyun. And Ok Gil-in.

And what to make of this Hwang Boon-chuk person.

Is she a good person? Or just good to people?

Her brain is somewhat innocent, but she’s also incredibly sharp.

And when she sees injustice, she never stays silent.

Even against a top-notch master.

That master kindly praised and moved on, otherwise he would have been long gone.

It was at that moment that the nickname “So Daehyup” was attached to him.

In the end, being with Hwang Bo-woonchuk was exhausting.

And Jegal Ihyun was a pretty decent guy. But he had a fatal flaw of always being with Hwang Bo-woonchuk.

So Daehyup’s cousin, Sarang, was famous.

“Why is our Paeng-awu with you?”

“We are accompanying each other on a journey.”

“Our brother is particularly sharp-tongued towards women, is he?”

“He’s just a friend. A friend. A friend of the same age.”

“Oh, where can there be a friend between a man and a woman?”

“Right here?”

“Everything starts like that at first. Then if it becomes serious, they become lovers, then spouses, isn’t that right?”

In the unfamiliar central plains, there was a familiar scent.

The mockingbird emphasizing us.

The attitude of trying to involve a woman entangled for the sake of a brother who has no interest in women.

“Hey, our youngest, why did C-line Choinayeon give you coffee? Is this a sign of a beef soup?”

“What are you talking about? She gave it to me as a thank you for giving her a ride yesterday.”

“Oh, our youngest. You’re already giving each other rides in cars? ”

“No, it rained yesterday. I missed the last bus home and she recognized me from a few times we’ve seen each other, so she gave me a ride.”

“Oh, our youngest. You’re really smooth. That’s right, that’s how you approach it.”

“That’s not what it is.”

“Oh, our youngest. You’re always playing games and never leave the house, but now you’re out.”

The senior of Line who joined a year earlier.

He confessed to C-line Oh Ha-eun a while later and left the company dramatically.

He wasn’t a bad person.

He was a good person who would drag you along and say he would cover your share if you refused to go to company dinners (which were basically drinking parties with married men who never missed them).

He realized that it was a grateful thing to see the new recruit who didn’t come to a company dinner once and naturally became a loner.

Even after leaving the company, he would occasionally come and buy meals.

But spreading rumors about pushing away and getting involved with Choi Na-yeon was a bit much.

Acheong remembered the past.

You don’t get fooled twice.