— Damn it! — Nuen grunted, clutching his apparently injured arm as blood began to trickle down.
Jun-ho, though surprised, remained calm. His eyes caught the informant positioned near the window inside the house. But he didn't hesitate. In a swift motion, he lunged at the man, dodging the first shot, then pushed the door open and struck the man's wrist with precision. The gun clattered to the floor, but the informant still tried to fight back, throwing a clumsy punch. Jun-ho easily dodged, grabbing the man's arm and twisting it behind his back. A sharp crack echoed as he slammed him against the wall, immobilizing him.
Nuen entered the room, still mumbling about his car.
— Stop whining, Nuen! — Jun-ho snapped, impatient.
The informant seized the momentary distraction and bolted down the hallway in a desperate attempt to escape. But Jun-ho was already expecting it. With a swift movement, he crouched, grabbed the fallen gun, and fired without hesitation.
