âWell thenâ¦â
The air was thick with the sharp scent of rust and oil. The ground beneath his cheek was cold, and it vibrated rhythmically. Uijae listened carefully. The hum of an engine and the sound of exhaust reached his ears. Was it a truck hauling a container? Considering the state of the roads, using a freight truck made sense. As Uijae assessed his surroundings, he heard Mijinâs irritated voice.
âWait a second. I told you not to throw them in so roughly. What if something breaks? Cleaning out the container would be a painâ¦â
"â¦â¦."
âAh⦠whatever, thereâs no point talking to an idiot. Itâs like speaking to a wallâ¦â
âBrother.â
Another voice interruptedâit was the man who had guided Uijae around the tent earlier.
âWhere should I put this one?â
*Thud, thud*, Yun Gaeul was struggling again, her body slamming against something. Mijin responded nonchalantly.
âDidnât you lock the container?â
âWe can reopen it. Thereâs no room in the passenger seat.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âCheck the one you threw in earlier. If heâs dead, make space and put her up front. If she loses her mind sitting next to a corpse, then what?â
âHe seemed like an Awakener. His skull didnât crack from the hit, so even if his rank is lowâ¦â
âReally? Well, heâs probably not dead then⦠Awakeners tend to be unnecessarily tough. Put him in the container, but donât throw him this time.â