Calamity. At that word, Do Cheol’s eyes trembled violently. “A calamity…?” “Well, to you, if you think about it, that’s what I’d be.” “Unbelievable…, you cur.” Grinding his teeth, Do Cheol spoke. “Are you truly a man of the Orthodox Faction?” Was he astonished that I’d used his own son as a hostage to threaten him? I let out a...
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