Chapter 48.2

Chapter 48.2

“If the client wants, they’ll kill innocent people. They’ll even train criminals in bomb-making. And yet, you still want to come here?”

He sharply criticized the team he belonged to. She had felt it even in Thailand, but he had a clear standard in unexpected areas.

She had always thought of him as someone who enjoyed sitting atop good and evil. Had she been working with such thoughts all this time?

“Don’t get cocky just because you caught a mouse by backpedaling,” he said, glaring at Seoryeong, warning her of her arrogance from a small win which was her saving He Channa’s life in Thailand.

His face, devoid of the smile that had always been a habit, was more grim and chilling than she had thought.

Seoryeong stared at his stern expression without blinking. What lay beneath the pretty façade was not candy but festering wounds.

For the first time, her interest in Wooshin began to grow faintly. Her indifferent gaze slowly sharpened.

“If you get caught doing such things.”

Once again, electricity sparked smoothly from the stick.

“Even if this electric rod is shoved into your mouth, ears, and genitals.”

“No one will come to rescue you.”

“No one will come to save you.”

Lee Wooshin grabbed her chin and coaxed her like a petulant child.

“Do you understand? That’s exactly what you’re getting into.”

“Ugh…!”

Soon, his rough hand gripped her chin with the force to crush her joints.

“It’s easier, more efficient, and more economical to just discard something that’s clearly broken than to try picking it up again. That’s why Blast doesn’t take full responsibility for the safety of its employees.”

Crackling, irregular noises echoed continuously.

“In South Africa, they throw female prisoners naked into cells full of men. They rip their mouths with metal pliers or drive spikes under their fingernails. Do you know what happens when a person is left submerged in filthy sewage for days? Their entire body rots.”

Seoryeong, overwhelmed by the dark, oppressive atmosphere, found it hard to open her mouth.

“This kind of training is never revealed outside the unit, and these tortures are still commonly used on the other side of the world. If you get involved in dirty work at Blast, especially under me, what do you think will happen?”

He glared at Seoryeong and threw an electric baton against the wall.

“Your body will break, Seoryeong.”

Breathing heavily, his broad chest heaving, he spat out his words.

“You’re the type who hesitates to take off your pants in the water, clueless about what’s really going on. That’s why I decided to teach you myself what you’re overlooking.”

With those words, Lee Wooshin grabbed her chest. Seoryeong’s body tensed at his violent touch, but she quickly twisted her waist and glared at him with contempt.

“Let go…!”

“This is the kind of situation your so-called resolve can’t solve.”

When his large hand lifted her lower chest, her breasts were painfully crushed.

“I know you’re trying hard, but this is the reality. Completing the training isn’t the end. If a female agent gets captured overseas—”

“I said, let go.”

Seoryeong hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes fierce.

“There’s a high chance you’ll experience this kind of hell.”

He warned coldly, shoving his hand under her clothes. The heat of his touch on her tender skin was repulsive.

Seoryeong’s body convulsed, but he quickly subdued her waist, lifted her bra, and crushed her sensitive flesh in one move.

“The torture inflicted on female prisoners is especially brutal.”

“You… bastard!”

“Ah, now you’re starting to get it? Why should you let those bastards tear your flesh apart?”

“Let go…!”

“You think you can handle this situation with mere resolve? Darn it, you need more than mental toughness.”

Their eyes, both twisted with anger, clashed head-on.