Chapter 187.2

Chapter 187.2

With a clumsy punch, his head was knocked to the side. Yet, his body remained still, as if in disbelief. Only his rigid eyes trembled slightly.

With a series of strikes aimed precisely at the vital points, his lips split open. He still couldn’t retaliate at all.

He simply gritted his teeth and took a beating from Seoryeong. As his eyelids fluttered, he couldn’t even let out a groan for fear that she might disappear.

Kim Hyun struck his head, and the Lee Wooshin that looked just like him spat. When Seoryeong clenched her fist, he felt his knees go weak.

If she would come to him like this and punish him, he would ask for nothing more. He felt a heavy pain in his chest as he moved closer to his opponent. Through his swollen eyelids, he didn’t take his eyes off the blurry figure.

Seoryeong. He gasped and laughed like a beast.

“It’s okay, hit me more.”

At that, the opponent flinched and threw another punch. Lee Wooshin continued to take the hits like a scarecrow.

His clothes were disheveled, and blood flowed from his mouth, but he smiled as if he were pleased.

It’s okay. Sometimes, he would provoke and encourage like that. Lee Wooshin twisted his body helplessly.

Seoryeong clenched her teeth and raised her fist again. Even with his split lip, he managed to lift the corners of his mouth.

Instructor Maxim’s hand-to-hand combat quickly became famous.

Some would beat him to death, while others would take a beating from him; the trainees began to pray every morning as if they were scratching a lottery ticket.

Only those who endured all four hand-to-hand combat sessions could complete the training, but Maxim’s unit still had not produced a single graduate.

***

The instructor, who had always been unpredictable, had become even more so lately.

One day, he began to call the unit members separately for shooting training, day and night. At first, it was moving targets, and later they had to shoot down flying birds.

“This isn’t sniper training; what’s going on with us!”

Complaints erupted here and there. However, with the fierce instructor in front of them, such grumbling quickly died down.

Since they had carelessly touched his photo and torn it, they found themselves in a position where they couldn’t even speak, like criminals. There was a tense atmosphere that felt like it could snap at any moment, wrapping around his neck.

As the training escalated to extremes, Asha finally stepped forward. She was terrified that if they killed more birds here, they would end up in hell.

“Instructor!”

The instructor, whose face was always bruised, turned slightly toward her. The marks on his greenish cheeks were left by her. It felt oddly embarrassing to stare at that spot.

Asha remembered the way he had looked at her intensely every time she reached out with her fist clenched like a stone.

His white face had been thrust forward at a perfect angle without any retreat. Just thinking about that moment made her feel flustered, and strangely, her heart raced, causing her face to flush as she shook her head.

“Tomorrow is the graduation ceremony, but no one from our unit has passed yet!”

“We just need to get through today.”

Lee Wooshin muttered as he looked up at the sky. Asha tilted her head, not understanding.

“What?”

“I will announce the list of graduates tomorrow.”

“Wait!”

Asha called out to the instructor again as he tried to leave.

“Where will you go after the graduation ceremony?”

Her gaze, looking up at him, was cautious yet strangely bright.

He would go anywhere.

To prevent that, the message spoken in Seoryeong’s voice must not turn out to be true.

Jokes should stay as jokes. The moment the terror warning, whether it’s a deepfake voice or not, becomes a reality, her voice would undoubtedly attract the attention of people all over the world. Just thinking about it made his heart freeze.

‘Kia, you must stop here.’

If you dare to cross the line using Seoryeong’s safety… he was prepared to end this endless cycle himself.

“Instructor? Are you listening to me?”

He snapped back to reality at the urging voice.

“I will go anywhere if my wife calls.”

“…What?”

If my baby calls, I’ll go.”

“Y-You have a baby?”

“Is there anything else you need?”

“N-No…”

Lee Wooshin coldly turned his back. Tomorrow was the D-day for the threat warning. It was the graduation ceremony at the Gurkha training camp.

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