Kang Chan briefly hesitated, caught in a dilemma between honoring Jeon Dae-Geuk's request and steering clear of a potentially perilous trap. After a moment's contemplation, he firmly grasped Yang Jin-Woo's head and confronted his adversaries head-on.

"Alright, fine. I'll give you what you want but only under some conditions. First, drop all your guns, and second, give me a moment to take care of this scoundrel."

The Japanese agent who had spewed nonsense earlier visibly flinched when Kang Chan treated them as if they were absolute imbeciles.

"So, all that high and mighty act was just an attempt to deceive us and rescue this scumbag? Just what does this fucker mean to you, anyway?" Kang Chan lowered his gaze, noticing a glimmer of hope in Yang Jin-Woo's eyes despite his pained moans.

Thwack! 

Kang Chan kicked Yang Jin-Woo’s abdomen.

“Trying to strain your brain out of this, you son of a bitch?”

“Ughh! Ughh!” Hunched over, Yang Jin-Woo trembled. He made a feeble attempt to straighten up, desperately seeking relief from the excruciating pain coming from his fractured thigh bones.

“You fucker!” Kang Chan growled.

Pow!

“Aghhhh!”

The scorching midday sun shone down on Yang Jin-Woo's disfigured, blood-soaked face.

“We will give you two trillion if you hand over Chairman Yang!” the agent urgently shouted.

“The Eurasian Rail will go up in smoke if I let go of this punk, yet all you’re offering is a measly two trillion? You can keep it, you fucking moron!”

Pow!

“Cough! Cough!”

“Shut up, motherfucker! You acting like this makes me look like some kind of money-hungry hostage-taker!”

Kang Chan pretended to lift his foot, making Yang Jin-Woo...