111 The Devil’s Spawns (1/2)

When Gun arrived at the house, Hyuk was practically thrashing the locked door of their b*stard father's room.

”I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Hyuk swore loudly as he kicked the door with all his might.

The door proved to be sturdy as it was able to withhold Hyuk's strong kicks continuously. But, it was only a matter of time before it broke.

”Hyung, calm down! I'll try to open the lock, so back off for now!” He rummaged his bag for his lock-picking set, but he did not have the chance to use it. Hyuk ignored Gun and kept trying to bring the door down.

Gun had thought that his method would not work, but surprisingly, the door broke down after god-knows-how-many hits.

Hyuk charged in like a raging bull.

Without even a slight pause, he kicked the spawn of Satan off of Yeo Ri, sending him tumbling.

”YOU F*CKER!” He raged, sending a barrage of punches towards the man.

While Hyuk was caught in a scuffle, Gun hurried to Yeo Ri's side.

”Yeo Ri-ah!” He gasped in shock.

Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, and her face was as pale as a ghost. Her lips were chapped and white, looking extremely sickly. Her eyes were half-opened, but her pupils darted around as if she had a hard time concentrating.

Her lips moved slowly, her voice inaudible. However, if one strained their ears, one could hear her mumbling, ”O...pp...a... h...ur...ts... ...g...n... ... ...ight.”

Gun's chest constricted at the sight. ”Yeo Ri-ah...!” He called out to her sorrowfully. He could only imagine just what kind of torture she had went through to be reduced to such a sight. He took off his coat and draped it over Yeo Ri.

Crash!

Lee Do Joon made use of an opening and throttled Hyuk. Soon enough, their positions were reversed. Hyuk was thrown to the ground.

Lee Do Joon was intent on killing him. He practically crushed Hyuk's throat with his hands.

Gun, noticing Hyuk's predicament, fumbled for his knife. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind. He held the hilt with determination. 'I can't let this go on anymore,' he thought. He clutched the knife, making up his mind.

While Lee Do Joon was focused on Hyuk, Gun silently crept behind him.

Schick!

”You—!” Lee Do Joon's eyes widened and his grip on Hyuk's neck slackened. He could not believe that he was going to die so easily. He gasped for breath. A searing pain on his back caused him to falter.

Gun watched him fall with startled eyes. He was panting heavily, his hands trembling.

Gun looked down at his hands, now stained with the blood that had been dripping from the knife. Lee Do Joon laid on the floor, barely hanging on his life. No sound came out of him.