My Model (BL)
The blade barely pierced the thickened flesh before it was yanked out, leaving only a shallow wound.
Soo-ah wanted to rush forward, but Yoon-min tugged at his arm. “No—you’ll be killed. Trust him.”
Trust him.
The words seared through Soo-ah’s chest. He tightened his grip on the gun, forcing himself to cover Sang-woo instead—taking out soldiers who tried to interfere with the fight.
Sang-woo moved like a predator, fast and merciless, even as blood soaked through his bandage. He used the soldier’s own weight against him, slamming his knife into weak points—the throat, the joints. The enhanced soldier roared in fury, striking back with monstrous strength.