Monday.

After Kang Dae-Kyung and Yoo Hye-Sook went to work, Kang Chan sat in the living room and suddenly felt a sense of being detached from the rest of the world.

“I should get some work done.”

Kang Chan had just decided to take care of Yang Jin-Woo when he received a call from Kim Hyung-Jung.

“Hello?”

-Mr. Kang Chan, if it’s all right with you, can we meet in my office?

“Sure. I’m on my way.”

Their conversation ended without the typical formalities.

Assuming Kim Hyung-Jung had something important to say, Kang Chan immediately changed clothes. He then left the apartment complex, got into the back of a taxi, and watched the passing view outside.

The streets were peaceful.

Project Unicorn, terrorist attacks, the underwater tunnel, earthquakes, and tsunamis—the monotony of daily life swallowed these significant events discussed on the news, creating a blissful ignorance.

Special agents suffered wretched deaths in Mongolia to create and protect the country’s peace. However, Huh Ha-Soo betrayed his nation, and bastards like Yang Jin-Woo killed the powerless while enjoying wealthy and lavish lifestyles.

Was he born again to protect the common citizens from those sons of bitches?

Kang Chan smirked.

“How grand,” he said without realizing it.

“Pardon?” the driver asked.

“I was just talking to myself about the nice weather.”

“Sure is. I can smell autumn in the mornings and evenings now.”

The elderly driver glanced at Kang Chan through the rearview mirror.

“Suits like that must be expensive, huh?”

“This?”

Kang Chan couldn’t reply right away. This attire, which he had bought with Michelle, definitely wasn’t cheap even according to his standards.

“My son was recently employed. I want to get him a suit, but it’s not easy. He’s short and chubby like me. The least...