Mu Yuze hurried to catch the broken rope between his fingers before it could fall to the ground lest it would alert the two others. He tried hard to ignore the horrible feeling of Injured Man's hand on his face, albeit it felt so disgusting that he was tempted to snap his eyes open and headbutt the man.
Still, Mu Yuze might be petty, but he was not foolish or reckless.
He was in an unfamiliar place right now – in the middle of the ocean to boot – under the mercy of his kidnappers. If he were to provoke them now, who knew what they would do to him? He still recalled how Injured Man almost slammed his head to the wall when he spat at him.
These people had gotten used to killing, Mu Yuze concluded with dread. They were unlike anyone he had ever met before. And for that reason alone, he had to weigh every choice and decision thrice before acting on them. A single mistake might lead to a fatal situation.
