Chapter 79: The Assassin Mask (1)
Reactions to unbelievable events can vary greatly. Some react with surprise, while others wear bewildered expressions. Some freeze up like statues. Hwang Yong-min fell into the latter category.
Ryu Min? The Black Scythe Ryu Min? Hwang Yong-min uttered, while the scenes from his memory were overlapping in his mind.
One was of Ryu Min, hunched over like a turtle, striking himself. The other was of the Black Scythe, exuding an overwhelming charisma while slashing his arm. These two seemingly incongruous images pointed to the same individual standing before him.
The same person It cant be. Ryu Min, the nerdy guy, is the Black Scythe? Hwang Yong-min raised his head once again, his disbelief evident.
Even after blinking his eyes a few times, there was no doubt that the unmasked man was indeed Ryu Min.
It seems hard to believe for you, that Im the Black Scythe,
Well, it makes sense. Until last year, I was the one who got beaten by you.
You What are you? Have you been deceiving me all this time? Why pretend to be a fool? Hwang Yong-min inquired, his voice quivering with a mix of emotions.
Ryu Min retorted, What are you talking about? When did I pretend to be a fool?
In the midst of their conversation, Ryu Mins scythe spun around, and Hwang Yong-mins arm fell to the ground.
The shock of losing his arm left Hwang Yong-min momentarily speechless.
Its unpleasant to hear words like fool from trash like you, isnt it? Ryu Mins voice carried a chilling edge.