"Come, come quickly."

A man greeted Lee Jun-Kyeong with a bright expression.

It was Jang Hyo-Jin, the president of the Korean Association and head of the secret organization Asgard.

Some reporters stood waiting, taking pictures of him welcoming the group with open arms before returning.

“Welcome back,” Jang Hyo-Jin said, his voice relaxing a little.

He began to walk toward his room, the president’s office, followed by Lee Jun-Kyeong and Yeo Seong-Gu.

“You’ve come back with some very fun things along.”

Lee Jun-Kyeong's forehead furrowed for a moment before anyone could spot it. It was because he had qualms over someone talking about people in that way.

However, he soon relaxed and responded, “Yes.”

He had stopped himself in time. He had to make sure he didn’t show his true feelings in front of this person.

Although he had returned back from China, he found himself back on a tightrope of tension.

‘So it’s this again.’

He felt like he was crossing a rotting wooden bridge that no one could tell when it would fall.

Lee Jun-Kyeong was sneaking across the rotted wooden bridge carefully, hoping to, one day, kill the sniper aiming for him from the other side.

“Over a hundred Hunters…”

Squeak.

Jang Hyo-Jin opened the door to the president’s...