“Huff! Huff!”0

Kang Chul-Gyu sat on the floor with his back against the wall as horrible pain coursed through him. He bent his knees to his chest and pressed his temples with the palms of his hands. It hadn’t even been a day since Kim Tae-Jin visited him, but he was already in so much agony.0

The sensation made him feverish, which in turn made him feel so cold that he began to tremble. He was in so much pain that he felt as if someone was stabbing his head with a skewer until morning came.0

Interestingly, the pain subsided to some degree when the sun rose. The doctor told him that it was the effect of ‘psychological comfort,’ but he couldn’t really care less about what it was called. All that mattered to him was that it made the pain he was in wane even just a little bit.0

“Phew!” Kang Chul-Gyu exhaled softly as he lifted his head. He smirked.0

“We have to fight the Russian Mafia in Mongolia, huh?”...0