Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant

"I'm sorry! No, I apologize! It's all my fault!"

All Su-ho did was take off his wristwatch.

And yet, Park Gyu-min trembled like a terrified pup facing a predator, looking as if he would piss himself any second.

His PTSD from the past was kicking in.

But more than anything, what he feared the most was the bomb planted inside his body.

After all, during his "education", Su-ho had forced him to swallow a fake remote bomb as insurance.

Su-ho spoke.

"You committed two sins against me.

First, when I told you to confess everything, you hid the Shock Project, a crime of massive scale.

Second, I told you to lay low, but you ignored me and shamelessly crawled back into gambling dens."@@novelbin@@

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking! I truly apologize!"

"Does saying sorry make this go away?"

"N-No! It doesn't, but…!"

Su-ho summoned his Blood Club.

With a single swing, he smashed both of Park Gyu-min’s wrists as he knelt and begged.

CRACK!

"Aaaaghhh!!"

A horrifying scream filled the interrogation room as Park Gyu-min collapsed to the ground, writhing in unbearable pain.

Without hesitation, Su-ho reshaped the end of his weapon into a sharp spike.

Then, he began prodding Park Gyu-min with it.

"Is. It. That. Hard?

All. You. Had. To. Do. Was. Stay. Still.

Are. You. Just. That. Fucking. Stupid?"

Each word was punctuated with a stab from the weapon's razor-sharp tip.

The pain was unimaginable.

Park Gyu-min thrashed like a salted eel.

His shattered wrists, his body riddled with piercing agony—he felt like he would pass out at any second.

But Su-ho remained emotionless, continuing to stab him without pause.

"Just. Fucking. Stay. Put.