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"Come on, suck it and I'll answer you."

Taehyung grinned viciously, revealing his teeth.

"Okay. Come here. I'll rip off the flesh and chew it slowly."

Cheeky asshole. The man's fists and feet flew toward Taehyung as soon as the words were finished. Hey, don't do it. The man next to him intervened, but the violence continued. The man continued to kick even when Taehyung's body which was tied to the chair rolled over on its side. Taehyung was straightened by the man, who had barely been able to calm himself up. Taehyung, whose face had smashed, spat blood on the ground.

They strapped him to a chair and tied his hands and legs together so tightly that he couldn't get free. His brothers must have known about him by now. Taehyung was wondering when Jimin would arrive. It's too late to keep waiting for him. He tried to conceal his anxiety, but he heard footsteps outside. The two guards' gazes were drawn there.

His eyes widened as he turned around.

"You're still going strong after that?"

The owner of the voice was none other than Takeya Jun. He threw a knife into the air and caught it with his free hand as he strode forward with one gouged-out eye and a broken arm wrapped in bandages. He approached Taehyung and lowered himself to examine his face as the two guards stepped back.

"You look like shit. Didn't you get hit too easily?"

Taehyung smirked as he scanned his face up and down.

"Hyung-nim, aren't you the one who looks like shit? Can you see ahead?"

Jun aimed the tip of his knife at Taehyung's right eye. Even the slightest movement of his head would make his eyeballs burst. He lowered the point of his knife, ran it across Taehyung's cheek, and aimed it at his neck.

"You want me to kill you in one shot? Or shall I cut you into pieces and send you to your brother?"

When he didn't answer, his grip tightened on Taehyung's jaw.

"Answer me. Hmm?"

"Do as you please, you son of a bitch!"

Jun kicked his body with his feet as soon as Taehyung screamed. He trampled on the fallen Taehyung repeatedly, and as if that wasn't enough, he stabbed his arm with a knife, which is still not fully healed. Then do the same for the other arm.

Arghhh. A piercing scream echoed through the empty building.

Dip, dip, dip, blood dripping from his face soaked the floor. Jungkook writhed in pain with his hands tied behind his back. Broken wooden bats littered the ground. The men wielding wooden bats and metal pipes surrounded him, and Chairman Jeon sat in the front, indifferently staring at his bloodied son.

"There is an old saying. A bat is the medicine for a mad dog."