Murim (3)

Murmur, murmur.

Inside the concrete walls of the Shanghai Provisional Government, the marketplace was quiet despite the large crowd gathered there.

Only a few people busied themselves whispering among themselves whenever the martial artists' attention turned elsewhere.

The news of the advance party that had set out for South Korea so full of confidence just a few days ago had finally reached them.

“Hey, did you hear the rumor? A train from South Korea appeared in Pyongyang, turned the Tang Clan martial artists into wrecks, spent the day driving around the streets, and then just... left.”

“Just left? There were dozens of martial artists stationed there, and two of the Seven Stars went out personally.”

At that question, a man glanced around warily and began to whisper.

“Well... ahem, they say nearly dozens of people piled onto it, but they couldn't even break a single window.”

"What? Seriously?"

"Of course! It's true. My younger brother runs a café nearby, so I know. Among the people who were injured there, most—apart from the Tang Clan—weren't hurt by the train. They were injured when the swords they swung were deflected, or when they overexerted themselves and their qi went into reverse..."...