"Hiss—"
The president drew in a sharp breath as his facial muscles twitched continuously from pain, and he slightly clenched his left hand, seemingly trying to alleviate some of the pain.
"All right, you caught it." A mocking laugh sounded from behind the smiley mask. "Now ask, what do you want to know?"
"Where are we exactly?" The president asked quickly as he watched Smiley approaching with another sutured protector.
"We're in Thirteen District, C3 area." Smiley answered without hesitation. "Next time, if you win, I will tell you the exact location."
"C3 area…" The president repeated, not showing any emotional fluctuation despite the vague response.
After all, this question was a gift from Smiley, and the bargaining chip was his right hand.
Thinking of this, he frowned again.
Having this general area would make the police's search operation much easier.
Perhaps, perhaps they could find his location and rescue him?
