âSubcommander.â
âYes, Commander!â
The man waiting behind Bumdong responded sharply, his posture rigid with discipline.
âPrepare the snare operation.â
ââ¦!â
The mention of the snare operation caused the manâs eyes to gleam with excitement.
âThe snare operationâ¦?â
What kind of target required such a strategy?
The Snare, deployed by the Dragon Division Commander, was known to be inescapable.
Unless the opponent was one of the ten strongest in Zhongyuan, there was no chance of escape.
As the middle-aged subordinate tensed up, Bumdong chuckled to himself.
âLet the arrogant brat taste defeat.â
He smirked, picturing the Gu familyâs eldest son groveling.
But not long after Bumdong went to confront So Yeomra, the situation turned sharply.
Slap!
âGahhh!â
âKeep your head up. Didnât I tell you? If you close your eyes, youâll die. Why do you keep closing them? Should I just gouge them out for good?â
It was then that Bumdong realized something had gone terribly wrong.
âGuhhh⦠ackâ¦â
Blood mixed with shards of glass poured from his mouth, the sharp pieces tearing through his lips and tongue, leaving a metallic taste of pain and humiliation.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He tried to move, but his body refused to respond. His neck was restrained, but it wasnât a conventional hold.