Chapter 42: Each with Difficulties

"..."

He slowly stripped off his suit.

The blood-stained outer garment fell to the ground, leaving only the white undershirt. He carefully lifted the shirt, trying not to let the frayed fibers stick to the wound.

It was a painful process, the wound occasionally being pulled, causing him to let out harsh, heavy breaths.

"...huff..."

Finally, he removed his shirt.

He took off his blood-stained white gloves and gazed at himself in the mirror.

His bare torso was covered in ugly scars, old injuries that had existed for a long time. His body was as unbearable to look at as his usually concealed hands, equally dreadful.

Now his torso had acquired a dozen new knife wounds, the most severe one ran from his shoulder down to his waist, almost bisecting his upper body. All the wounds had only sliced through flesh without touching the bones; rather than being lucky, it was more accurate to say that the assailant's skills were extremely proficient.