Apology

Conference room in Association headquarters.

On one side of the table, Kim Suho and I were seated.

Kim Suho, who had been tearing into a chicken leg just moments ago, was now wrapped head to toe in bandages and even sitting in a wheelchair. Where the hell had he gotten that?

It was to the point where I wondered if this was a bit too much.

On the opposite side sat Yang Tai, handcuffed, and Tsuhao, only halfway healed and truly confined to a wheelchair.

Between us, Demigod had his feet on the desk and was steering the negotiations.

Demigod spoke in his lounging pose.

“So, shall we get started? About China’s despicable assassination attempt.”

“O-oh, that’s a misunderstanding. An assassination attempt?”

“Then should I call it terrorism? Or a demonstration of new technology? Whatever it is, fine. The essence doesn’t change. The Chinese government tried to render a foreign S-rank Hunter incapable of ever fighting again. You admit that, don’t you?”...