130 The Way Home from Work

A destination had been decided.

Then there was no time to hesitate.

There was no telling when Paeng Soryin's condition might suddenly worsen, and Ryu Seoram's rescue might also be a race against time.

“Ow! It hurts, Young Master.”

“Just bear with it a little longer.”

I secured Paeng Soryin's shoulder once more with a bandage taken from the medical kit.

Fortunately, the area grazed by the bullet wasn't deep, but the blood vessels beneath her skin stood out and the flesh had turned a murky color.

It was proof that the contamination was spreading.

“Hehe, with you taking such good care of me, Young Master, I feel like a somewhat clumsy older sister.”

“Is this really the time to say something like that?”...