Choi Yong, clutching the dead crows, followed me with a look that screamed, Are you serious?
Meeting his questioning gaze, I answered firmly, “Hang it in the middle of the hall. Make sure everyone can see it.”
I had Choi Yong string up the dead crows right in the center of the corridor most frequented by the Ma-gun.
The commotion drew them out quickly. A few looked on with morbid curiosity, but most faces were twisted in scowls and
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