Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho had lunch together, then headed to Kim Hyung-Jung’s office in Samseong-dong.

Kim Hyung-Jung actually looked heartbroken.

“What’s wrong?” Kang Chan asked.

“I find it unfair that I can’t go with you two.”

“You don’t have to feel that way—we’ll keep doing this in the future.”

Kim Hyung-Jung looked very heartbroken, but Kang Chan couldn’t tell him to overexert himself because of his condition.

“We have prepared everything. The Third Airborne Forces’ brigade commander is under the direct command of the Section Chief, and he’s my and Kim Tae-Jin’s junior by a year. He contacted me not long ago.” Kim Hyung-Jung looked at the document in disappointment. “The look in your eyes behind your bandanas and the way Mr. Seok Kang-Ho looked in Mongolia are still vivid to me. You had backed off while pointing the rifle. Phew! I want to join the two of you so bad that I’m feeling frustrated.”

If they were going out to have fun, Kang Chan would have quickly grabbed him and left.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get better before the operation starts,” Kim Hyung-Jung said. He then looked up, his eyes glinting.

“I look forward to it,” Kang Chan said.

“Thank you. In my entire life, I never thought that South Korea’s National Intelligence Service would one day retaliate against other countries.”

“I heard from the...