Conspiracy

Han Jin quietly stared at the corpse in front of him. In fact, it was now no longer a corpse as he had already started breathing, but the wound on his forehead had not completely healed yet, making him look horrifying. 

After a moment, the man slowly opened his eyes and noticed Han Jin. As he turned his head to look at Han Jin, he accidentally touched one of his wounds, making him frown in pain.

"Painful?" Han Jin softly asked.

If it were any ordinary person who had seen an archbishop lying like that, they would have offered some sort of comfort, but Han Jin was a peculiar person; he even sounded a little rude. However, the man in front of him was even more peculiar. He closed his eyes and replied, "My heart hurts."

"He was a friend of yours?" Han Jin raised his eyebrows. His question was speculated from the man's answer.

"Friend? Haha… you're not wrong." The man started laughing.