You Said the Conversation Went Well, Huh?

“…S-save me! Anything! I’ll do whatever you say!”

The second-in-command of the group that had settled in the mountain cave flattened himself before Baekho and begged him over and over.

Baekho, who was laughing gleefully with one man in each hand, tilted his head.

“Hmm? Already? We haven’t even properly started talking yet. It was just getting fun. I’ve finally worn you down and started beating you up, so hang in there a little longer! With sheer spite! With guts! Hmm?!”

“……”

What the hell… What was he talking about?

Contrary to Baekho’s words, most of the martial artists in the mountain cave were already sprawled across the ground.

Every one of them had at least one arm or leg broken, and those with even a shred of consciousness could be counted on one hand.

It had all happened in the blink of an eye.

What more was he planning to do here...