The Return of The Crazy Demon

grateful.
I’m giving you a second chance.
Let’s do well in the future.
Our Son So-so, Ms.
Son… what a pretty name.
Haha.”

As I am talking, I take off the Black Rabbit Union Leader mask.

At that moment, Ms.
Son, who finally sees my face, lets out a strange and brief scream and faints.
Thanks to her, the atmosphere suddenly becomes cold.
Is this the trend these days?

“Why did she pass out?”

An official puts his finger under Ms.
Son’s nose.

“Leader, I think she fainted out of shock.
Her breathing is normal.”

“Good.
Have the maids take care of her.
How dare she pass out as soon as she looks at her leader’s face? How presumptuous.”

After a few moments, the maids flock out and drag the unconscious Ms.
Son away.
Still, I am slightly glad to see Ms.
Son alive.

She’s a woman with nowhere to go, so who will if I don’t take her in?

I am such a merciful and benevolent man.

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Again, that’s what the Low-Down Sect is for.

I call up all the Unorthodox Faction men who have nothing to do to gather in the courtyard.

The key to creating a powerful organization is group practice, group physical training, group exercise, and group mentality training.

Sharing hardships will help build comradeship.

Only when they are trained as elite will they stand a chance against the Black Hurricane Castle.
They aren’t my men from the beginning, so I plan to be even harsher.

So Unorthodox Factions can go up against Unorthodox Factions…

From the standpoint of becoming their leader, I’ll have to make sure we incur minimal casualties.

Therefore, training is the answer.

As the leader of this bunch, I have a small hope that I won’t let them live tragic lives.
I climb on the podium alone and look at the Unorthodox Faction weasels on standby.

“Today’s your first day, so I’ll supervise the training only for today.
The officials should also adhere to my training methods exactly as they are.
The first is practice, the second is training, and the third is sparring.
We’ll spend every second focusing on becoming stronger, except when we’re eating, shitting, and sleeping.
Everyone will have to do physical training with no exceptions, so keep that in mind.”

I say it is physical training, but I expect intense training.

They are people who rob others and fight for their lives, so I have no intentions of going easy on them.

At this moment, I can feel the gaze of Manager Byuk, the eldest in the Black Rabbit Union, looking at me, and I lend him a helping hand.

“The old Manager Byuk shall be exempted from physical training.”

Manager Byuk’s face lightens up.

“Thank you, Leader.”

I give training orders to the Black Rabbit Union troops standing in line.

“Everyone except the members of the Golden Dragon Pavilion, get into a push-up position and start.
Those of you in the Golden Dragon Pavilion, go fill some sandbags in the backyard, bring them back here, and put them on the backs of your peers doing the push-ups.
So Gun-pyeong, accompany them and get them ready.”

So Gun-pyeong replies.

“Understood.”

It is a big mistake to think that Kangho warriors only get stronger solely based on amassing internal Qi.

External martial arts is an essential component of fighting.
There’s no special trick to learning the basics of external martial arts.
The only way is to push the body to the limit and repeat the process.
The Punch King’s usual theory is to increase the weight to the limit to achieve a simple and quick way to break one’s limits.

Simply put, the training I am giving Black Rabbit Union is an incomprehensible training method that the Punch King had systematically created.
While the Golden Dragon Pavilion is off making sandbags, the warriors of the Black Rabbit Union begin to do push-ups with incredulous faces.

The guys who start the push-ups aren’t serious, but I am strict.

“From now on, begin your 500 rounds of push-ups.”

“……!”

“Only those who complete 500 rounds can take a break in a squatting stance.
Officials can start with 100 push-ups and once you’re done, grab a wooden sword.
Hit whoever is slacking off mercilessly.”

I also give Manager Byuk, who is enjoying himself with a satisfied expression, an order.

“Manager Byuk.”

“Yes, Leader.”

“Don’t just stand there snickering.
Go in and write a report.”

“Ah, as you wish.”

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I say as I look at the warriors slowing down in the far back.

“The first five people to complete 500 laps will receive a bonus.”

Money is always the strongest motivator.
It wasn’t my money, so I could throw money like flower petals to my hard-working subordinates.
They may be part of the Unorthodox Faction, but everyone is just trying to make a living.

“Faster, faster, more accurately, faster.
Officials, remember what we did in today’s training.
You will act as the instructor starting next time.”

The official’s push-ups are incredibly fast.

Instantly, the officials who finish 100 repetitions stand up here and there, and I order them immediately.

“The officials can grab a wooden sword and hit those slacking off.
It’s fine if you end up breaking a few bones or even beating them to the brink of death.”

Perhaps excited at the thought of beating their subordinates, the officials race to get the swords, even using their movement skills.

The Unorthodox Faction is just made up of a bunch of weirdos.

Meanwhile, I did not lax on my threats.

“You should try finishing your 500 push-ups as quickly as possible.
The Golden Dragon Pavilion will come back soon with the sandbags.
That means you have to complete the set with sandbags on your back.
Which one will be easier? Without sandbags, obviously.
Faster, faster, pick up the pace!”

At this time, someone screams like an animal.

“Arggghhhh!”

I nod my head.

“Good, excellent.
Just now… that was a good scream at expressing your pain.
I’ll allow you to scream from the exhaustion and pain.
What’s important is that you finish the 500 push-ups quickly and accurately.
Unorthodox Faction bastards struggling to finish 500 rounds of push-ups? How lame.”

As soon as I finish speaking, I snicker.

The officials suddenly rush in with wooden swords and begin to flail at their men’s buttocks.

Whack! Thwack! Whack! Thwack!

After watching it for a while, I give another order.

“Officials.”

“Yes, Leader.”

“Only flog your immediate subordinates.
Don’t flog those from another affiliate you hold a personal grudge against or share bad blood with.”

That’s how fair and reasonable I am.

“Yes, we understand.”

Only then did the flogging subside a little.
It seems like these jackasses are only beating up other people’s minions.
But the pain is just getting started.

I speak to the warriors who have somehow done 300 push-ups.

“So Gun-pyeong will soon be here to give away the sandbags.
Ah, I’m looking forward to it.
So thrilling.
You better hurry up.”

When So Gun-pyeong appears with his subordinates and the sandbags, I raise my hands to So Gun-pyeong and prompt them to hold on.

‘Wait.’

While So Gun-pyeong and his subordinates wait quietly, push-ups, screams, and flogging sound beautifully blend with the sweat flowing and dripping from the men’s bodies.

Establishing the Low-Down Sect, training the Unorthodox Faction minions, meeting past life connections, and I also have to scold the Twelve Generals and Dae Na-chal sooner or later.
What a hectic life.

And yet all this felt peaceful in my mind.