Cheong stared at An Yun-juk for a moment, her eyes narrowed in thought. His gaze darted around nervously, unsure of what she was planning. The woman had already kidnapped him out of nowhere, and it wouldn’t be surprising if she swung her sword next.

Sure enough, Cheong drew her sword with a serious expression.

An Yun-juk’s mind raced. Should he make a break for it? But no, the grip she had on his hair was as strong as iron, showing her immense physical prowess. He wasn’t just up against her strength; there were nine others with her. Even if he …