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Chapter 194 (Part 2)
Chapter 194 (Part 2)
Chapter 194: Withdrawal (Part 2)
“Who do you mean by him….”
“Black Scythe.”
At that name, the other apostles immediately felt it.
The bad story they discussed moments ago had come true.
“Please explain in detail what happened.”
“Before that… are you sure he’s not nearby?”
“Who? Black Scythe?”
As Swingman nervously looked around, the Spaniard assured him.
“Our search skill shows no one else is around. If you’re that worried, why don’t you track Black Scythe? Didn’t you see his face?”
“No, he was wearing a white mask. I don’t know what he looks like. And isn’t it impossible to track someone in reality if you don’t know their real name?”
“Oh, right. I forgot. Then explain what happened here.”
Swingman, nodding, began to speak.
“As you know, we used hostages to lure out Black Scythe. Before you arrived, he came first. A man with a white mask and a scythe. It seemed like we could handle him since he was alone… but we were wrong. The hostages and my comrades were killed in an instant.”
“Are you saying Black Scythe killed the hostages too?”
“Yes. He showed no mercy. He was highly skilled too. He used a mystical scythe that extended, and his attacks were invisible. It didn’t take long before it was just me and First Warrior left.”
Swingman shuddered, recalling the fear, as he continued in a gloomy tone.
“We immediately knew we couldn’t win. Without needing to speak, we scattered. Running was our only option. I don’t know what happened to First Warrior because I didn’t look back. I just ran.”
It was a grim story of being massacred without any significant resistance.
Though it aligned with John’s prediction, Yang Chiwon still found it hard to believe.
“Hey, Curry Man. Are you sure it was Black Scythe?”
“What do you mean? Are you suggesting I’m lying?”
“Who knows? Maybe you killed the other apostles and are just pretending.”
“What?”
Swingman jumped in disbelief.
“Why would I kill my comrades? What would I gain from it?”
“Right. Swingman has no reason to betray us.”
The Spaniard defended him, but Yang Chiwon’s suspicion remained.
“I don’t know why you’d betray us. But isn’t it odd? You said you were going to attack Black Scythe together, but you did it alone? Are you sane? Did it not occur to you to stall for time until we arrived?”
“It did. But First Warrior insisted it wasn’t necessary….”
“Then why did you come back to the scene of the killing?”
“I thought maybe First Warrior might still be alive. And I worried you might be in danger when you arrived.”
“So, the guy who abandoned his comrades to save himself came back out of concern for us? You’re the new Gandhi.”
Yang Chiwon sneered, but Swingman’s claim had some logic.
John Delgado also entered the conversation to defend him.
“Whatever else, it seems true that he met Black Scythe. The one I saw also used a scythe that extended like a whip.”
“So, you’re saying First Warrior and the other teams were killed without any resistance?”
“Probably. I don’t know about the other team, though….”
“If we knew their real names, we could use tracking to see if they’re alive….”
Dark Soul spoke regretfully, and the Spaniard apologized.
“I didn’t think of that. I didn’t ask because I thought they wouldn’t want to reveal their real names… my mistake.”
“Either way, if they’re not answering, they must be dead. Especially with Swingman’s testimony.”
“I guess so.”
As much as they didn’t want to admit it, it seemed to be the truth.
Especially with a witness who survived Black Scythe.
‘So, that Curry Man really met Black Scythe?’
With John Delgado’s confirmation, it seemed true.
Feeling embarrassed for his baseless suspicion, Yang Chiwon grumbled to cover his discomfort.
“Damn, from twelve apostles to five all of a sudden.”
“Indeed.”
“Sigh.”
The apostles couldn’t help but sigh.
They had lost seven to just one opponent.
“What do we do now?”
“We need to escape Korea immediately. Black Scythe could still be nearby.”
“That’s right. We could be next.”
“Leave Korea after coming all this way? With nothing gained?”
Yang Chiwon grumbled, but the other apostles had different thoughts.
“Knowing Black Scythe’s strength isn’t nothing. Let’s go back and devise a strategy.”
“The Spaniard is right. To plan for the future, the five of us must survive.”
“We need to leave Korea before Black Scythe arrives.”
“Tch.”
Yang Chiwon knew he had no choice, despite his complaints.
“Time’s ticking. Let’s go.”
As he turned around easily, the rest of the apostles followed with relief.
Not knowing that Ryu Min, disguised as Swingman, was laughing behind them.
*
‘They all think I’m Swingman.’
Contrary to the testimony, Swingman didn’t survive.
He had been killed by Ryu Min’s hands.
The Swingman they had been talking to was actually Ryu Min, perfectly disguised by the assassin’s mask.
‘With a perfect disguise of face, skin color, voice, and attire, there’s no way they’d know.’
There was no doubt, but Yang Chiwon had been different.
He was the only one who had suspected Swingman.
‘I didn’t expect him to suspect me as a traitor. As the top guy in the Black Society, his instincts are sharp. Or maybe he just didn’t like Swingman?’
It didn’t matter.
As planned, he could now act as one of the twelve apostles.
‘I need to attend the strategy meeting and lead the situation as I want.’
This infiltration was necessary to manipulate them from within for the twelfth round.
‘You think forming a group to fight me will work? Ridiculous. I’ll use you all and then discard you.’
None of the apostles saw the smirk on Ryu Min’s face.