"...How? We're gonna lose more people anyway if that bastard is left to his own devices out there…! This is our chance!" Yeong-Un clenched his teeth with tears welling up in his eyes.
The thirst for vengeance was almost palpable from him, but was truly palpable already was the sadness quaking in Yeong-Un's words as he looked one.
Korain added in, "I get it, kid. I do."
"Then why–!" Yeong-Un asked, but was interrupted.
"We're not strong enough."
Those words that spilled from Korain's lips quenched even Yeong-Un's words, whose eyes widened at such out of character words from the rowdy vice leader.
"Wha…?" Yeong-Un said quietly.
The one-armed man looked down, reaching over by his left side in remembrance of his lost limb while holding a melancholic expression in his eyes.
"Can you guarantee we'd be able to beat him? Do you have that knowledge, confidence, or strength to back that up?" Korain looked straight at Yeong-Un.
"--" Yeong-Un fell silent.
