In this gripping tale, our fierce protagonist, named 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐧, finds herself stripped of everything after a devastating divorce. Determined to seek justice for herself and her family, she hits rock bottom, struggling to even put food on t...
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"That’s right, this is all thanks to—" Barron’s words halted mid-sentence, his brow furrowing as the full weight of Philip’s earlier remark finally registered. A flicker of confusion crossed his face. "General… what did you just say?" His voice carried a trace of uncertainty now, as if he wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard correctly, but the unease in his gut told him he had.
Philip didn’t bother to clarify. Instead, his expression hardened into one of unshakable authority, his voice ringing out in a tone that brooked no argument. "From this moment forward, no one fires a single bullet unless I personally give the order. Anyone who disobeys will be prosecuted under full military law!"
His words cracked through the air like a whip, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Soldiers in the vicinity instinctively straightened, sensing the gravity behind his command.
Barron’s stomach tightened. This wasn’t how he had envisioned the encounter going. "General… what is the meaning of this?" he asked hesitantly, trying to keep his voice respectful but unable to hide the apprehension creeping in.
Philip’s eyes snapped toward him like a predator locking onto prey. "And who are you to question my motives‽" The sharp glare in his gaze was enough to make Barron’s pulse jump, a cold ripple of dread spreading down his spine. Something told him this was no longer his operation to control—and that whatever Philip had in mind, it didn’t align with his own intentions.
Without giving Barron another glance, Philip turned his focus toward the jagged boulder concealing Charlie’s group. His voice, though steady, carried the weight of authority and an edge of calculated reassurance. "Come out into the open. I give you my word—no one will fire upon you. Cooperate, and no harm will come your way."
"Impossible! The moment we step out there, you’ll execute us on the spot!" Wolf shot back, his voice edged with raw defiance and suspicion. His eyes narrowed into sharp slits as he scanned the soldiers spread out before them, fingers still curled tightly around his weapon. He wasn’t the only one unconvinced—mistrust was etched into every tense line of his comrades’ faces.
But Yn… she didn’t speak. She didn’t move. She was waiting—waiting for him, that elusive man she had been watching for, the one whose presence carried a strange gravity she couldn’t ignore. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, eyes flickering between the shadows and the military blockade.
Philip, standing tall and composed despite the standoff, allowed a slow smile to curve his lips. His gaze slid sideways toward the man beside him—Taehyung. In that instant, something mischievous glinted in his eyes, a spark of calculated mischief. He decided to stir the pot.
"Don’t worry," Philip called out toward the group, his tone deceptively reassuring, like a predator coaxing prey closer. "I gave my word I wouldn’t kill you, and I intend to keep it." He let that promise hang in the air for a moment, before adding with deliberate weight, "But… there’s one condition."
