Crack!

"……!!"

An arm twisted unnaturally.

Without hesitation, Gu Yangcheon snapped the masked man’s right arm.

The man had screamed in shock when his molar was pulled, but this time, he held back.

Despite trembling shoulders, he tried to move. Yet his body wouldn’t obey.

"I figured you favored your left hand, so I took care of the right one," Gu Yangcheon said nonchalantly.

"…!"

The masked man shuddered at his words. His opponent had realized he was left-handed.

When? He hadn’t even drawn a weapon.

The pain was unbearable, but he couldn’t even bite his lips to cope—Gu Yangcheon …