Seo Tae-joon bit his lip, hard enough that the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. He stifled a moan, burying his face in Ji-woo’s thigh to muffle the sound of his pain.
“We’re just ordinary people!” Ji-woo pleaded, her voice cracking.
“Think about it,” the man with the sledgehammer said, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “What’s more profitable for us? Letting you live, or killing you?” Ji-woo could only stare, frozen in terror.
“Dice
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