The bright light of the bonfires only aggravated his headache, so Thanh Van rested his head back, staring at the ceiling and its many abandoned cobwebs. He tried to will the headache away, but it soon proved to be futile. Even the ceiling started twisting out of shape.
Thanh Van frowned. Something was weird with Hai Le and Kruger. But aside from the murderous intent swirling in his heart and the subsiding headache pounding inside his fractured skull, Thanh Van couldn't pinpoint the discrepancy in the situation.
He couldn't dwell on the thought for long as a shuffling noise came from his left, begging for his attention. With a groan filled with the wish to die, Thanh Van rolled his head to the side.
Amber eyes brimmed with delight as they studied Thanh Van's brutal state. Kim Jihun was still tied to his chair in the middle of the study, the dirty rag stuffed in his pretty mouth, but every millimetre of his existence was screaming ' Serves you right after tying me down'!
