Kang Chan sat in room 503 in the international hotel. He threw his jacket and tie on the bed and then unbuttoned his shirt.

“Whoo! This feels good,” Kang Chan said.

“Phuhu, I’m going to order coffee. Do you want yours hot or iced?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.

“Iced for me.”

“What about you, Mr. Manager?” Seok Kang-Ho asked Kim Hyung-Jung.

“I’d like iced coffee as well.”

While Seok Kang-Ho was calling room service, Kang Chan and Kim Hyung-Jung bit on a cigarette.

“It must’ve been difficult,” Kim Hyung-Jung commented.

“Please don’t even mention it—nobody should even have to go through that,” Kang Chan answered as Seok Kang-Ho came over to the table and picked up a cigarette.

Chk chk. Chk chk.

“Whoo, but isn’t it great that everything went smoothly today?” Seok Kang-Ho asked Kang Chan.

“That’s true.”

With all the official schedules done, the Intelligence Bureaus’ Heads went into their rooms. Kang Chan could relax to a certain extent since the 606 members were guarding all entrances from the fifth to the seventh floor.

“How do you feel about this?”...