Just as the battle was raging, a soldier responsible for guarding Flying Eagle suddenly pulled out a pistol and started firing, catching the other soldiers off guard and killing them all.
"No—Jo, why are you doing this?" a comrade who had a good relationship with the soldier clutched his shoulder and asked painfully, not just because of the physical wound but also the deep hurt from betrayal.
"You're not going to join us, are you?" Jo said gently, "If I spare you, that vicious leader will still find ways to torture and kill you, because he won't trust you. So, let me set you free."
Watching his friend die before his eyes, Jo's gaze turned extremely cold.
This act of betrayal and slaughter had played out in his mind countless times. This is the fate of an undercover agent. They cannot afford any unnecessary emotions.
"Don't run into me in your next life." Jo murmured to himself.
