“I’m getting a shitty feeling right now,” Kang Chan said.

Kang Chan glanced around his surroundings before turning back to Choi Jong-Il.

“Do you have a gun on you?” he asked.

“All the guards have been given permission to keep weapons with them at all times since the attack a while back,” Choi Jong-Il replied.

Kang Chan checked his phone. He had two applications meant for tracking locations, which meant all he had to do was press a button to check the location he wanted.

“Geez, what is it?”

Kang Chan had secured the transmitters because he thought calling the people he was worried about would just make them more anxious. However, the problem was that he was concerned about too many people. He couldn’t account for all of them.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. 

Choi Jong-Il’s gaze shot to Kang Chan’s phone as quickly as Kang Chan moved.

“Yeah, it’s me. Cut straight to the point,” Kang Chan briskly asserted.

-Kang Chan. 

A different, undesired voice came from Smithen’s side of the call.

-So you already knew something was amiss, hm?

“Don’t pull antics and just say what you want.”

-Good, as you wish. 

Choi Jong-Il rapidly scanned the interior of the restaurant.

-The view from this guy’s house is absolutely brilliant. Come alone. Understood? Don’t try anything stupid. I’m prepared to die with this guy, and that would be the end of your chance. After him, another will—

“Motherfucker, do you not know what cutting to the point means? So you want me to come alone, is that it?” Kang Chan spoke coldly.

It felt as if the person on the other side of the line flinched at Kang Chan’s words.

“Traffic is heavy on Saturday, so it will take me at least two hours even if I rush over to that place.”

-Fine....