Yusa stared down at the fallen Red Commander.
Her body was a complete wreck, barely hanging onto consciousness.
And yetâ
Cheonma remained exactly the same as when the fight had started.
Yusa had seen it with his own eyes.
This wasnât even something he could call a fight.
And that was the problem.
ââ¦What the hell is he?â
Even when Yusa had fought the Red Commander before, it wasnât like this.
Sure, he had always been able to defeat them.
Even if they were Commanders, it wasnât difficult for him.
Howeverâ
âNot like that.â
Toying with her like a childâs playthingâ
That was something he couldnât do.
That was why Yusa was now biting his lip,
staring at Cheonma with unease.
âWell, well.â
Tap. Tap.
Cheonma nudged Hong Jeongâs cheek with his foot.
âSo, you actually care about your subordinates?â
His tone was mocking.
âI thought you simply gifted her to me for my entertainment.â
ââ¦â¦â
âOr is this enough for you to confirm your doubts?â
Confirm.
At that word, Yusa gritted his teeth.
âHe knows what I was trying to do.â
Did this man actually understand what Yusa had been suspecting?
Had he known all along, yet still come here on purpose?
As Yusa silently glared at him,
Cheonma suddenly turned away with an air of casual indifference.