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Taehyung took out a bottle of water from the small refrigerator in the room and quenched his thirst. He was tired after walking around late last night. He went with his bottled water and looked down at the man in the corner of the bed. The man was wearing only a pair of underwear his limbs were tied behind his back, and he had colorful tattoos tattooed all over his body.

Taehyung removed the tape covering the man's mouth and poured water on him. The man weakly opened his eyes and hurriedly drank the water before making a sound. Taehyung quickly covered his mouth again with the tape, and muffled sounds echoed within the tape.

When Taehyung opened the door and come out, Wang Lun was dividing a bundle of money in a briefcase. After drinking the water, he went to the side picked up a wad of money, and tossed it into his bag.

"Why are you awake already? Sleep more."

"I got a call from CEO Jeon."

Wang Lun, who was closing the bag, raised his head.

"You, you didn't say anything right?"

Before he can answer, the door on the other side opens and Wang Han comes out. There was only one towel dangling from his lower body, which had just been washed.

"Wei. You're up already?"

"CEO Jeon called."

"Did you tell him?"

Taehyung replied with a puzzled expression.

"Do you think I did?"

"No. If you did, he'd already be knocking on that door with a gun."

Wang Han shuddered as he remembered the time they had fled and were caught on the island. That scene would occasionally appear in his dreams, and on those days, he would be especially tense. Wang Lun entered the room and dragged the man on the floor with him. The man screamed as soon as he removed the tape.

"What do you want? I'll give you anything you want! Just say it! I have a lot of money! I'll listen to anything, please!"

Taehyung taped his mouth again. So noisy. His head hurts. After tossing the empty water bottle into the trash can, he unfolded the suitcase for the man. The man was Japanese and the right-hand man of a giant organization. However, he became a wanted man after stealing secrets from his organization and handing them over to Hong Kong.

"Pray a lot. After all, you don't have much time left to breathe."

Wang Lun and Taehyung carried the man into a travel bag. The man cried tears and let out muffled sounds from within. His desperate eyes, filled with an almost breaking plea, and a poignant voice didn't match the vibrant tattoos that covered his body.

Taehyung stared at the man silently as he closed the lid of the bag and zipped it up. Gradually, the man's groans and cries subsided. There was no point in leaving a will behind; there was no one to listen to it anyway.