The bumpkin shouted once more, “I have a wife and young children! But because the corrupt officials kept exploiting us, I had no choice but to become a bandit so I could make a living! I'm also a victim here!”0

“No, you were a victim. But then, through your actions, you became exactly like those corrupt officials. I just follow my own path and draw my line where I stand.”0

The bumpkin fell to the ground like the others.0

Watching his death with cold eyes, Woo-Moon spoke up once more in a flat tone.0

“Also… If you were going to say something like that, you should have first picked up your trousers from where you took them off….”0

Woo-Moon scanned twenty of the bandits simultaneously.0

“Do you all have anything you want to say?”0

“I… I!”0

They desperately tried to think of something to say, but nothing that could help them survive came to mind.0

“Y-you're the same as us! Who are you to decide our deaths? In the end, aren't we the same?”0

Woo-Moon laughed again.0

“That’s right. I’m just like you.” 0

Woo-Moon slowly clenched his open palm into a fist.0

Crack! Crack, crack!!!0

The twenty men suddenly folded at the waist, crumpling into balls. A massive, irresistible force did not just twist them, but also compress them,...0