Yi Myeong-Hwan reflexively raised his head after barely catching on to Kang Jin-Ho's voice. And then... his eyes opened wide in shock.

'What... the hell?'

A familiar sight was waiting for him. First of all, the darkness—the dim light of the office that had been decorated to resemble an interrogation chamber entered Yi Myeong-Hwan's eyes. And it was exactly the same as before when he first stepped inside.

Of course, this sight shouldn't come as a surprise to Yi Myeong-Hwan. Even if Kang Jin-Ho had been torturing him, the torture method wasn't the type to cause blood to splatter around the room. Although Kang Jin-Ho did break a few bones here and there...

Even so, Yi Myeong-Hwan was still shocked and flustered. And that was because the 'angle' of his view had changed. It was... too low.

Compared to when Kang Jin-Ho was holding Yi Myeong-Hwan by his throat, this angle seemed much closer to the floor. Only then did Yi Myeong-Hwan realize he was sitting in his chair, unmoving.

A person wouldn't usually suddenly remember that he had been sitting or standing up. Something like that didn't happen in a more normal setting. However, Yi Myeong-Hwan was still experiencing that abnormality.

Yi Myeong-Hwan absent-mindedly raised his hand and touched his face. And that was when he learned something else.

'...Wait, wasn't my arm broken?'

Indeed, the bones in his arms were shattered into bits, weren't they? Starting from his fingers to his wrists and even his forearms and shoulders... They were definitely broken. Yi Myeong-Hwan could still vividly recall the crippling pain from all the bones breaking, so...