Capítulo 358: Almost Perfectly Fucked

In a hidden underground bunker in North Korea.

“Why’d you do that!?” Kim Jong-Un asked a man hanging upside down by his ankles. The prisoner was bleeding from multiple cuts on his body and a small pool of blood had formed beneath him.

The prisoner fainted, and the dictator picked up a bucket of water and threw it at the man, waking him from his swoon. The water dripped down his body and joined the puddle of blood on the ground beneath him, diluting it and turning it from a rich red to a much lighter shade of pink. The soldier next to Kim Jong-Un punched the hanging prisoner in the gut, eliciting a groan from him and sending him swaying and twisting like a pendulum.

“Answer me, you KANNA SEKKIA!” the dictator screamed.

As the man swung back and forth, another soldier entered the room and whispered in Kim Jong-Un’s ear. “His family crossed the border to China three days ago, dear leader.”