He stared in disbelief at the young monk before him.
If he wasn't mistaken, the young monk's hand hadn't touched his face at all, yet he had been slapped twice with incredible force.
One on the left, one on the right. Perfectly balanced, and absurdly painful.
Sitting on the uneven ground, the man's head was buzzing. He recalled a phrase he learned in elementary school—what was it? To die before the mission is accomplished?
Wasn't that exactly his situation right now?
'Who would have thought that woman would have such an infuriatingly stubborn, brain-dead monk by her side!'
'No matter what I said, I couldn't turn him!'
'I offered him money and women!'
'Why?'
'He's young, but he shouldn't be like this, right?'
'This is bad. I have to run!'
'I have to get away!'
'The mission to kill that woman will have to be re-evaluated!'
