Chapter 117: King Kong and the Hybrid Clash (5)
The black-robed figures cast fearful, almost reverent glances at Lee Han, as if acknowledging the madness—or perhaps the terrifying ingenuity—of his actions.
It was strange.
Though they were the terrorists, it felt as though he had become the “terrorist of terrorists,” using their tactics against them.
The feeling was oddly surreal.
‘...Am I really okay with this?’
Lee Han couldn’t deny a creeping sense of unease, even as he maintained his composure. He wasn’t entirely sure this was the right thing to do, but what choice did he have?
‘Negotiating with terrorists was never an option.’
...At least, that’s what his sister had told him.
She had once said:
- If, when you arrive, the tunnels are so thoroughly under enemy control that there’s no way to reclaim them, don’t hesitate to erase the tunnels entirely from Pendragon’s territory.
If the tunnels had fallen into the [enemy’s] hands, then the mission and all considerations could be abandoned. The only priority was to ensure his own safety and the complete annihilation of the enemy.
When Lee Han raised concerns about the potential collateral damage, even if most of the prisoners were criminals, she’d dismissed his worries with cold logic: