Cheong looks at Daeyeongban.
She gazes at the heartbreaking sight of him, calling out to his subordinate with an endlessly mournful expression, his head pressed against the iron bars, trying to push it through.

Why is it that a man who knows how to cherish and love his subordinates can be so ruthless to others?
He, who would set off a firecracker to survive, and without hesitation, slit the belly of an innocent to use as a sacrifice.
The sight of him shouting in agony at the pitiful state of his subordinate... It’s rather laughable, isn’t it?