San Francisco, The United States!

People screamed within the white hospital.

“My god! You’re awake!”

“Oh lord! This is a miracle.!”

The emergency room became abuzz.

The patient was in such an awful state that only interested parties could enter the room, which was off-limits to everyone else. Doctors and nurses had crowded the bed, looking to god for help. Their gaze headed toward the patient on oxygen.

This patient was none other than Leo Saint Stevens. With bandages wrapped all around his head, he could only move his eyes.

Feeling deeply moved, the doctors and nurses spoke to Stevens.

“Are you ok?”

“This is absurd! There’s no way he should’ve opened his eyes again!”

The Leo Saint licked his lips behind his respirator. His breathing was rough. After he licked his lips a couple of times, a sound finally came out. “What happened?”

This made the nearby people scream.

“That’s what we wanted to ask!”

“Your skull was crushed! A frontal bone was crushed by a hammer or something similar. You were in a state where we couldn’t do much!”

The half-conscious Leo Saint gasped as his eyes widened. It seemed he had recalled his last memory. The memory was fuzzy, but he had heard Lee Gun’s laughter while feeling pain in his head. That was it.

Stevens’s muscular subordinates looked moved as they grabbed his hand.

“You being alive is a miracle!”

It seemed they knew who the culprit was.

“Lee Gun did this. That evil bastard hit Saint-nim’s head as if he were breaking...