Chapter 11

Part 6 Cradling Han Jitae in his arms, the massive man looked back at Ju Kangu from the door to Room 303. “You. When I call, answer.” Ju Kangu lifted an unfocused gaze and nodded, but the man frowned, unconvinced. Pointing a finger at Ju Kangu, he warned in a low, distinct voice: “The phone. Answer it.” “Yes, sir.” Though he had to force the answer out, finding his voice snapped Ju Kangu back to his senses. His tears cut off abruptly, and through his clearing vision, he saw the man walk out the door. Right beside him, Ji Chanyeong muttered, “Fuck, fuck.” Turning his head, Ju Kangu saw him sprawled on the floor, his arm twisted so grotesquely it