Kang Jin-Ho's withdrawn eyes scanned the group of balaclava-wearing men. The black fabric hid their faces and made it difficult to see their expressions, but their eyes, visible through the eye holes, were enough to convey the emotions tumbling within their hearts right this moment.

Firstly, it was confusion, then fear. Kang Jin-Ho was not a fan of either of those emotions. As a matter of fact, he would not stop until 'fear' was gone from their expressions and replaced by pure despair.

“Next.” Kang Jin-Ho's voice echoed within the factory, and the balaclava-wearing martial artists momentarily flinched.

Their trembling gazes shifted toward their colleague collapsed on the floor... No, the corpse of a man they used to call their colleague mere seconds ago. Seeing a headless corpse spewing a fountain of blood left all the men here momentarily dizzy.

Hadn't they seen people die before? Of course. Countless times, in fact. They couldn't even count how many people had died by their hands, too. But never before in their lives had something like this happened. Their targets until now had been... 'humans,’ after all.

Despite having killed so many before, not once in their lives had these men considered the possibility of a person getting their head yanked off clean off this easily! They...