Amed gritted his teeth.
Blood from the corner of his mouth overflowed again.
"Room 2705..."
His voice was hoarse.
Ryu said in a low voice: "Master, right now we shouldn't continue confronting them. At the very least, we need to wait until your injuries stabilize."
Amed suddenly turned his head to look at Ryu.
That gaze made Ryu immediately shut his mouth.
Amed's eyes were bloodshot.
Not from crying.
But from hatred.
Hatred so intense that even his reason was being burned away bit by bit.
"You want me to hold back?"
Ryu lowered his head.
"I'm only worried about your body."
"My body?"
Amed laughed hoarsely.
Halfway through the laugh, he coughed violently, fresh blood spraying onto the table surface. But even so, the smile on his face didn't disappear. On the contrary, it became increasingly twisted.
"My puppet is gone. My soul is wounded. The entire apartment complex watched me fail. And you're telling me to rest?"
Ryu didn't dare answer.
