My father's laughter boomed through the empty hall.
“Is there something to laugh about? I’m talking about killing a man.”
He stopped laughing and spoke with finality. “You might be able to kill the Ma-gun Commander, but the Hyeol-cheon Do-ma is out of the question.”
So he meant I couldn't kill him. Not yet.
“Then why did you make me clash with him in the first place? Take responsibility for this!”
“Alright,” he said, his answer as swift as
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