"What the hell are you?"
I asked as I looked at Gubong, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"â¦"
The bastard didnât answer my question. I frowned as I looked at him. His face was very swollen. His eye socket was swollen and bloodshot.
There was no need to mention who had done it. That wasnât what concerned me.
âHeâs already walking around?â
Gubong had already recovered enough to walk. Thatâs what caught my attention.
âI didnât exactly hold back, though.â
Of course, I hadnât killed himâI was careful about thatâbut I hadnât gone easy on him either. I had been venting my anger and hit him with punches full of emotion, as if to crush him.
âHis recovery speed is definitely fast.â
Seeing him standing there now, I couldnât help but laugh dryly.
"So, what? Want to go at it again now that youâre up?"
I tilted my head slightly as I spoke.
"There wonât be a second time. Next time, Iâll really kill you. Got it?"
I had spared him once; there wouldnât be a second time. When I spoke with genuine menace, Gubongâs shoulders flinched. He swallowed dryly and then stammered.
"â¦I-I didnât come here to fight."
He quickly added an explanation. Not here to fight? Then why?
"â¦The Grandmaster ordered me to guide the honored guests."
"What?"
At those words, I frowned even harder.
âGuide?â
Now that I thought about it, the old man had mentioned something about assigning a guide. So, Gubong was the one he sent?