“Unit Leader.”
“Yes! Leader.”
The man waiting behind Beom Dong answered with a sharply disciplined posture.
“I’ll set the snare, so prepare accordingly.”
“…!”
Proceed with Operation Snare.
At Beom Dong’s words like that, the man’s eyes gleamed.
‘Snare…?’
What kind of existence is he trying to catch to use that?
The Flying Dragon Unit Leader’s Snare from which no one has escaped.
It was an operation from which one absolutely couldn’t escape unless they were monsters at the level of the Ten Masters of the Central Plains.
At the moment the middle-aged man was tensing up.
‘Now, let’s see you taste some bitterness. You unlucky brat.’
Beom Dong recalled the eldest son of the Gu Clan who had him flustered and let out a smile.
Not long after Beom Dong went to find So Yeom-ra like that.
Slap-!
“Keueuk!”
“Lift your head. I said if you close your eyes, you’re dead. Why do you keep closing your eyes? Should I just gouge them out so you can’t use them…