Kim Jihun looked pitiful, strapped down by his hands and feet, back glued to the chair. Only his head nodded from one side to the other, the usually slicked-back hair now standing in a spiky mess.
Thanh Van almost pitied him.
Almost.
He had better things to occupy his mind with.
Taking leverage of the wall, Thanh Van limped over Kruger's legs, ignoring the throbbing pain that shot up his thigh as soon as his sole hit the ground.
For once in a long while, Thanh Van hoped the wound would heal quickly. To die in this scenario due to a limp was the most… unfulfilling death.
There was no way he would die in such an unimaginative way after everything he had done!
Checking once more that Kruger was still dead asleep, Thanh Van hopped towards the door.
A strangled sigh escaped his lips as he reached the hall and away from the hound-like sergeant.
