Chapter 28

He calmly picked up the two-liter beaker and approached the man who had just confessed. The sound of boiling oil sizzling on the makeshift tray was almost cheerful. Haegyeon simply tilted the beaker and poured every last drop of the scalding oil over the man’s head. “Aaaagh! Aagh! Aaaagh! I-it’s true! Ah! Aagh! P-po, poli…!” His face melted grotesquely, exposing his white cheekbones. The body that had been writhing in excruciating pain collapsed forward, still in a kneeling position. Soon, he was merely twitching, unable to even scream, emitting only ragged breaths. He had gone into shock.