In the late hours of the night, he inhaled the dirty smoke he inhaled into his lungs as if to ease his pain with the cigarette in his hand and the cloth he pressed to his wound. He looked back and while looking at the men he defeated, he leaned against the wall with his bloody hands and stained cigarette with blood on his face, fearlessly and magnificently, and with the sound of his footsteps, his golden eyes instantly met with sharp gazes into the shining eyes. He did not change his stance, but he did not even care if the ash of his cigarette touched his hand, his only target was those eyes reflected in the moonlight in front of him and Kang dooshik Aren't you thinking of running away?