"Martin's Dilemma"
Martin sent the message to his senior. However, he didn't know why but after sending it, his chest felt a little stuffy.
'Why is it like this?'
The young man glanced at the message he just sent and unknowingly threw his phone to his bed.
'This is annoying.'
"...mmm…weird..." Martin plopped onto his bed and slowly touched his phone that he had just thrown to the bed.
The young man tapped the phone screen and fiddled with the phone, yet the heavy feeling in his chest didn't go away at all.
"Why am I like this? Do I feel guilty...or something?" Martin kicked the air as he closed his eyes and grumbled to himself.
'Why would I feel guilty, though? I have destroyed many forces and mafia families before. Adding one more isn't that hard.
Martin rolled on the bed while gripping his phone tightly. Thankfully, he got the room all for himself since he's top 50 in the ranking.