THE GOD OF MERCENARY'S NEW LIFE.

Chapter 42: "I'm sorry young master."

Con woke up in another car and he glared at the man sitting on his left.

"Did you really have to knock me out? You could have just untied me so I could walk.

The seats in this car were covered with deep blue leather, not the black of the other one.

The man on Con's left simply gave him a knowing look.

As if to say 'we put you in those ropes for a reason'.

Con scoffed as he saw the look on the man's face and relaxed back into the seat.

The seat was wide enough and long enough that he could lie on it comfortably, but his neck still hurt and his legs were slightly curled.

Con groaned as that annoying headache came back again and he struggled against the ropes.

The feeling of being bound irritated him, as well as the general feeling of these ropes on his skin. Everything just made him angry and annoyed now and he didn't care if the ropes would strangle him to death, he had to get out of them and get a fucking explanation to what was happening.

Where was he being taken to and who was he be