Crash!

Even before the screams ended, the doors were smashed open, and blue light flashed in the distance.

“Argh!”

A scream erupted from right next to him, but Song Jong-Chul found himself unable to move. A formidable presence pressed down on him to the point that he wasn’t even able to lift a single finger.

Crunch. Crunch.

The sound of broken wood fragments being trampled pierced his ears. Song Jong-Chul was getting highly irritated by the noise as it ate away at his eardrums.

“You…” Song Jong-Chul barely managed to get out a word.

“I should have done this a long time ago, but I dragged this out for too long,” said a soft voice, drowning out Song Jong-Chul. A bloodied Kim Jin-Woo appeared and said, “It’s been a while, Song Jong-Chul.” He stared at Song Jong-Chul with blue streaks of light flowing from his eyes and grinned.

“You fucking bastard.” The moment he saw the eerie smile on Kim Jin-Woo’s lips, Song Jong-Chul’s blood drained from his face. Pushed into a corner, he quickly pulled out the best card he had up his sleeves. “Do you not care what happens to your adoptive father!?”

He thought that the highly filial Kim Jin-Woo would be swayed by those words. But alas, it was nothing but a futile attempt.

“I’d hoped that you’d at...