Kiyomi's elbow struck the man's chest. With such a force, it wouldn't be surprising if his ribs broke. But he only frowned slightly, and at the same time, he grabbed Kiyomi's wrist that was pointing at him and smiled when he saw the blunt knife Kiyomi was holding.
The man twisted Kiyomi's wrist.
The video had no sound, but you could clearly see Kiyomi screaming in pain. The knife in his hand fell heavily to the floor.
The face seen from the side had no expression.
Jeong Taeui unconsciously clenched his fist. A corner of his chest felt cold. The surroundings were silent without a breath.
The man held Kiyomi's other arm and choked him with one hand. That neck fit perfectly in his large hand. Wherever his fingers passed, they left a long black mark on Kiyomi's neck.
Jeong Taeui frowned, staring at those marks. There wasn't any mud here, so the glove couldn't have been soaked in dirt. What the hell was that...
And then he suddenly realized.
It wasn't black. It was a dark red streak so deep it looked black. Perhaps even the glove wasn't black but drenched in some sticky red liquid...
The expression on Jeong Taeui's face gradually disappeared. The moment he frantically speculated about the red liquid, the man holding Kiyomi's neck in the video pressed his thumb on Kiyomi's collarbone and stabbed.
"No way..."
Jeong Taeui involuntarily exclaimed. The images before his eyes were so vivid that his tongue froze, unable to speak. His spine chilled.
The finger that had just pierced the neck slowly withdrew. Those fingers were stained with a liquid even darker than before.
Kiyomi's eyes turned white, convulsing like a duck with its throat cut. He was mercilessly thrown to the ground. Jeong Taeui rubbed his chest, his brows furrowing.
Once again, the man stood there, looking directly at the camera. Jeong Taeui rubbed his cold lips with his fingertips. He had met that gaze. It was still a pale, calm face, completely unreadable as the person who had just pierced someone's neck with his bare hands. It made Jeong Taeui's skin crawl even more.
He looked at the camera for a moment and suddenly sneered. Immediately after, the screen was covered by the black glove, and the video ended.
Next were other combat videos, but Jeong Taeui's retinas seemed to have imprinted the last smile of that man. His heart shivered with cold.
"What... is this person..."
Jeong Taeui vaguely whispered, and a gentle answer came to his ear.
"That's a lunatic from the European branch. Rick, a madman whom no one in the European branch can touch."
Tou's expression hardened as he answered with a tired voice.
"Not just the European branch; he's famous for being untouchable even at the headquarters and all other branches, that bastard."
Carlo's heavy voice came from behind him.
"Riegrow from the European branch. Also known as Mad Rick."
"Riegrow..."
"Because of him, Kiyomi had to have a tube inserted down his throat and struggled with death. It's lucky he received timely treatment and survived by a hair's breadth."
Jeong Taeui seemed to see the lingering image of the man in the video in others after that. He frowned, turning to look at Tou.
"Even so, doesn't the organization have any measures? He was even caught on camera like that?"
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