In a lavish villa hidden deep in the hills, Master Yun sat beside a glittering blue swimming pool. The night was quiet, but his face was filled with irritation.
Around him, several young women lay sprawled out, their bodies limp, breathing heavy. As if their energy had been drained completely. Some were unconscious, others barely conscious, but none dared speak.
Yun rubbed his temples, still grimacing.
"Tch… my balls are still hurting from that kick," he muttered, legs lazily dipped into the pool.
His mood darkened further when the door slid open.
One of his guards walked in, helmet off, face pale. He whispered something into Master Yun's ear, his voice so low no one else could hear.
Yun's expression twisted.
"What?!" he barked. "That bastard Gregory escaped?!"
The guard flinched.
He raised his hand and SMACK!, delivered a hard slap across the guard's face. The man stumbled backward, blood at the corner of his mouth.
