While writhing and screaming, Shiao Yi realized what had just happened—he had walked straight into a trap meant for teleporters.
Only after the pain began to dull was he able to look around. What he saw shocked him.
He was the only one who made it back.
This mission was supposed to be a five-person jump.
But the other four hadn't escaped.
They must have been caught in that trap.
Which meant… they'd been broken down at the molecular level. Disintegrated.
"So that's what a single number ability users looks like? How pathetic."
A cold voice spoke above him.
The commander stood there while staring down with cruel, sharp eyes—as if looking at a rat, or a dog.
"You'll take responsibility for the failure of this mission."
Shiao Yi couldn't even stand from the pain, and the commander was already tearing off his uniform.
Without mercy, he whipped Shiao Yi's bare skin with an electric lash—again and again.
