"My hand! Oh, my hand, give it back..."
When the scrawny office worker saw the severed hand and foot nestled in ice in the metal bucket, his listless expression suddenly grew agitated.
He struggled a few times and pulled his upper body out of the sack. His arms were bound tightly behind his back with tape, and his left hand had been severed at the wrist!
Although the stump had been bandaged, blood was still seeping through the gauze.
"Tosu, what I did earlier was a little rough, I'll admit. I took off a hand and a foot. But you have yourself to blame for that, for lying all this time."
Brother Kubo scratched his head, sounding a little embarrassed, but his eyes remained as cold as ever.
"It's only been two hours since your hand and foot were cut off. They're still fresh. If you go to the hospital now, they might still be able to reattach them."
Clatter, clatter.
The blond, bearded man stirred the ice in the bucket, making the cubes clink crisply together. Without the slightest concern, he picked up the severed hand and fiddled with it. Looking at the wedding ring on its ring finger, he spoke with feigned regret:
"Oh dear, how careless of me! Tosu, you and your wife have always gotten along well, haven't you? How could I have taken off your left hand, the one with your wedding ring on it? Maybe the right hand would've been a better choice?"
Casually tossing the severed hand in front of the scrawny office worker, Brother Kubo asked expressionlessly:
"Tosu, this is your last chance. Well? Remember anything yet? Where exactly have you hidden the young master?!"
The scrawny office worker's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the wedding ring on the