Truck driver, Kang Seok-Du, clutched his twisted ankle and screamed.0

“Ahhhh! You bastard!” The bones he had barely managed to piece together just before began to twist around again. As the areas between his bones and joints scratched each other, a dull pain spread from his soles to his hips. When he gained his senses, the vessels in his eyes had popped from the increased pressure around the area.0

Huff. Huff. Huff. 0

Kang Seok-Du checked his twisted ankle. It was twisted much more than before. Since he didn’t give muscles and joints enough time to heal and stabilize, bones that had been moved out of place were more easily twisted with even less force. He needed to endure the pain and put it back into place again. Yet, he couldn’t do that while the crazy bastard—Bong Tae-Yoon—was watching him. 0

He was nineteen years old right now, but who knew how many more years this monstrous demon actually lived? Kang Seok-Du looked at the madman standing in the opposite direction from him. Tae-Yoon spat out the blood that had collected in his mouth to the floor. Though his face was quite beaten up, he still maintained his original beauty and gazed arrogantly at Kang Seok-Du.0

“…Why don’t you go? Let me see how far you can go.” Tae-Yoon even...0