Kang Chan woke up with the sunlight piercing his eyes.0

His entire body was throbbing, and his eyes stung. The moment he tried to sit up, indescribable pain washed over him.0

‘Argh!’0

He could barely even hold onto the side of the bed. Every time he moved his arms, it felt as if he was ripping the bones out of both his shoulders.1

“Haaa!”0

Kang Chan let out a low sigh, then forced himself out of bed. Being shot again would probably hurt less than how he was feeling right now. A sharp pain coursed through him as he moved, his body seemingly protesting and begging for him to stay in bed.0

You want me to take the day off? Too bad, then. You’re unlucky to have an owner like me.’0

Kang Chan left the bedroom.0

It was already an hour past noon, but the soldiers were still fast asleep, sprawled out on the couches and the floor of the barracks’ air-conditioned living room. Kang Chan considered making himself a cup of coffee but just headed for the exit instead, not wanting to wake his men.0

A wave of heat rushed at him when he opened the door.0

He had to walk and stretch his muscles. Otherwise, he would have trouble going around later on.0

After walking across the clearing in front of the benches, Kang Chan raised his arms to his eyes. Clenching his teeth, he fought through the pain coming from his shoulders as he brushed off the hardened dirt and blood from last night around his eyes. They clicked against the ground as they fell.0

Feeling a bit better after about ten minutes of walking, he started to twist his arms behind him. If he stopped now, he would never be able to move properly until he was fully healed.0

“Argh!”0

As he bent over and interlocked his arms behind his back, the doors of their barracks burst open. Seok Kang-Ho, who was now towering over Kang Chan, stuck out his head.0

“Want some coffee?” Seok...0