Ugh...”

Gi-Gyu coughed up a spurt of blood as Ironshield landed on him; Ironshield’s arm was still pushing down on him. The damage from that single stomp was so immense that Gi-Gyu was surprised he didn’t faint on the spot. His vocal cords struggled to form words; in the end, he weakly stammered, 

“Soo… Soo-Jung, run!” 

There was no answer to his plea. Instead, Ironshield asked in English, “Who are you? How did you follow me and keep your presence hidden?”

“Wh-what the h-heck are you s-say-saying?” Gi-Gyu couldn’t understand a word Ironshield said. The high ranker pushed Gi-Gyu down further as he persisted, “Answer me. Tell me, how did you deceive my senses! What are you? If you tell me the truth, I will make your death painless.”

“Kill? Kill? Please no kill. I can’t speak English!” Recognizing the word “kill,” Gi-Gyu begged in his broken English. Ironshield, looking down at Gi-Gyu emotionlessly, seemed confused as he asked, “What?!” 

Unable to hide his shock, Ironshield muttered, “You can’t even speak English? Seriously?”

“No. I can’t speak English,” Gi-Gyu answered desperately. Now, all he could do was use his severely-lacking arsenal of English words to explain his situation. Ironshield loosened his grip around Gi-Gyu’s neck a little and murmured, “Haa… This is ridiculous.” 

After a short conversation, the high ranker concluded Gi-Gyu wasn’t lying. Gi-Gyu’s lack of grammatical knowledge made it obvious he didn’t speak English. He could connect every English word he knew to barely create a sentence at his best. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry. Just gate hunting. Hunting,” Gi-Gyu stammered, frustrating Ironshield even more. Looking down at Gi-Gyu with pity, Ironshield let go of his neck. 

“Khegg…” When Gi-Gyu could finally breathe, he opened his bag and drank an internal damage potion. Thankfully, the high ranker didn’t...