Chapter 10: Heart Drill (1)
Outskirts of Babel – Concrete Family’s Hideout
Despite being a gang stronghold, the Concrete Family’s hideout was unsettlingly clean—almost too clean for a place like this.
But inside, an ominous murmuring echoed through the air.
"Maybe he's already dead."
"No, he’s alive. It’s all because of the implants."
Even though the voices were barely whispers beyond the thick concrete walls, they were disturbingly clear.
And then—
The heavy concrete walls tore apart like paper, the grinding of stone and the shattering of debris ringing through the hideout.
As dust and rubble scattered into the air, a figure slowly emerged from the breach.
At first glance, he was just an ordinary man.
But there was something deeply wrong about him.
The way his limbs moved, the way his expression shifted—it all felt warped.