Chapter 17. A misunderstanding
Getting a sexy lingerie for the boss's chick, huh? How annoying.
Gerald grumbled inwardly, strolling out of the warehouse with Elena by his side, his hands sunk deep into his pockets, frustration etched all over his face.
He had no idea someone was watching them from the shadows with bloodthirsty eyes. Just as they walked a little farther from the warehouse, Shin gripped his dagger tightly and lunged from his hiding spot, driving his weapon straight into Gerald's throat.
It was a surprise attack. One moment, Gerald was grumbling about being sent around by his boss; the next, cold steel was piercing his neck.
He tried to scream—but before a sound could escape, Shin yanked the dagger free and slashed across his throat, severing his esophagus. It was quick, brutal, and silent. Gerald gurgled, choked, but no real sound came out.
And Shin kept going.
He stabbed again and again into Gerald's neck, knowing that if he failed to kill him now, he wouldn't stand a chance later. Blood sprayed in wild arcs, staining Shin's clothes and soaking the road.
Still, Shin wasn't done.
Teeth clenched, eyes wide, he plunged the blade into Gerald's neck—once, twice, again—until flesh turned to mush and arteries burst like overpressured pipes. Crimson geysers soaked his face, his arms, the pavement.
Gerald collapsed like a slab of meat cut loose from a butcher's hook, his eyes frozen wide in horror at the sight of his own end.
Elena gasped—but before the scream could even build, Shin's blood-slicked hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her with the stink of fresh death. She struggled, wide-eyed, as he dragged her into an abandoned building nearby with shattered windows.