Uijae released his grip and quickly wrapped his arm around Song Joheonâs neck, choking him. Veins bulged on Song Joheonâs temples as his face turned crimson. Minggijeok, standing two steps back, silently watched. Song Joheon coughed and managed to choke out a few words.
âWhy... why are you here?!â
âThatâs my line. You seem pretty comfortable. Whatâs going on? What kind of things have you been up to?â
Uijaeâs gaze roamed over Song Joheonâs body, and the closer he looked, the more horrifying it was. The patchwork skin looked worse up close, stitched together with varying textures, with some of the stitches already coming undone. Uijae bit the inside of his cheek hard, fury sparking in his eyes.
â...Did you really want to go this far?â
âThis... far? Ha, haha.â
Song Joheonâs lips twisted into a sneer. The eyes of the once proud tiger now glinted with murderous intent.
âYeah... Born into greatness, how could you possibly understand?â
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âI knew it all along, but still... youâre so narrow-minded!â
The muscles in Song Joheonâs arms bulged. With a loud roar, he forcefully shook off Uijaeâs arm, gasping as his ragged body heaved for air. Uijae stepped back, widening his stance, and glared at him.
He didnât want to believe it. Song Joheon mightâve been a bit irritating, and always looked out for his own safety first, but... Uijae didnât want to think heâd go this far.
He hoped he wasnât a traitor.