S2. 84

He didn't know what he felt, but it was clear that Kean was following his instincts. Come to think of it, it was long gone and forgotten.

Kean took a breath, now at the threshold of the headquarters entrance. "Helping? Hate but help?" Instantly muttering to himself, even a strange laughter began to sound. "Child instinct, huh?"

Long gone; now it has appeared. Yes, Kean was doing this because the instinct of a child who did not want his parents to get hurt kept urging.

"I don't care anymore." Kean said so resignedly, even taking a step without caring about the trap.

Sure enough, just as he took a step, a bomb exploded. Luckily, Kean had already jumped backwards, occasionally guessing which foothold was safe to avoid. At the same time, the bullet fired by the sniper—the mafia man who was holding his family—hit his left shoulder. Successfully hit the left shoulder.

Kean flinched for a moment; in an instant, his movements were fast, and he had already appeared in front of one sniper after