PAID

Thwack! Thud!

"You demon bastard!"

"Die, Satan!"

A group of people, their eyes glinting with madness, were brutally beating a man.

The man, unconscious, lay limp, absorbing their kicks and punches with his battered body.

A man who seemed to be the leader took a puff from his cigarette and spoke calmly.

"That's enough."

With that quiet command, the frenzied lynching stopped abruptly.

The leader, cigarette still in his mouth, slowly walked over and inspected the man’s condition.

The middle-aged man, his body trembling intermittently, was in a critical state—anyone could tell just by looking.

The leader, staring silently at the bloodied face of the man, finally said,

"This should do. Let’s go."

"Yes, sir."@@novelbin@@

The group disappeared completely.

A moment later…

"Ugh… Hngh…"

The bloodied man struggled to his feet, his entire body screaming in agony.

Blood trickled from his mouth instead of saliva, and his entire body was covered in bruises. Every movement sent sharp, stinging pain throughout his body.

"Bastards… damn it…!"

But his hatred wasn’t just directed at the ones who had attacked him.

It was focused on the one atop the Lotte World Tower at Jamsil Station.

The leader of the cult.

"The damn cult leader…!"