Chapter 53: Dispatch-3
Hyu Jasung, leader of the Eighth Division of the Shadow Corps under the Martial Alliance, gritted his teeth in unbearable rage.
“Dogs and pigs? How dare they…”
Could there be a more accurate condemnation of those who obey superior orders without discerning right from wrong? Those of the Shadow Division.
I even began to wonder if they were mocking me, knowing something I didn’t.
How much time had it taken to turn away from that self-loathing?
Just when I thought I could finally carry out my duties without any emotion, a mere member of the Dragon Squad had dug right back into that wound.
After chewing on his anger for a while, Hyujaseung finally let out a hollow laugh.
Yeah, he was right.
He was no better than a pig or a dog now.
But what else could he do?
If you can’t escape being a dog or a pig, you might as well become a more faithful dog.
Hujaseung commanded his subordinates.
“Summon the Seventh and Eighth Squads immediately. We must eliminate about thirty members of the Flying Dragon Corps attempting to desert the front lines.”
“Yes, squad leader!”
He ultimately decided to deal with them according to his own feelings.
After all, if he was destined to be a dog or a pig, couldn’t he at least dispose of those who annoyed him as he pleased?
The Shadow Corps had been granted the authority to eliminate rogue soldiers attempting to desert the front lines and report afterward, so there was nothing to hold him back.
The monk smiled bitterly, thinking that if dying was the price for reopening his own wounds, it wouldn’t feel so unjust.
