Chapter 242: Even a Ronin Has the Loyalty of a Ronin (15)
Gyeong Damgan answered weakly, his voice drained and listless, as if he'd given up on everything.
"I don't know either. Haven't seen him since this morning. Whether he passed out drunk or found some suitable 'material' to amuse himself with, how would I know?"
Material, my ass. Still hasn't come to his senses.
Clicking her tongue in open disdain, Qing tsked.
Still, it meant they'd gotten nothing in the end.
Qing didn't doubt Gyeong Damgan's testimony and accepted it without hesitation.
At least when it came to selling out his comrades, Gyeong Damgan was remarkably trustworthy.
The loyalty of scum like him was shallower than a puddle on a dirt road.
Besides, in Zhongyuan, the very concept of "missing persons" barely existed.
Those rooted in Qing’s homeland, the Korean people, would probably find this hard to understand.
In the Korean nation, the government collected every shred of personal information from every citizen—down to their fingerprints.
It was a police-state achievement unrivaled anywhere else in the world.