“Huh? Isn’t that man over there Mr. Jeon Dae Geuk?”

Kang Chan was largely taken aback when he turned the corner and was greeted by Jeon Dae-Geuk, who was sitting on the Korean-style wooden bench in front of the diner.

As the door opened with a click, Kang Chan suddenly felt apologetic toward Jeon Dae-Geuk.

“Section Chief Jeon! What are you doing here?”

“Well, why weren’t you answering my calls?”

What in the world? Kang Chan had never met someone like Jeon Dae-Geuk—a man with a spirit so fiery that he would drag his injured body all the way here while sweating from all the pain.

“I’m sorry.”

“If you really are, treat me to some expensive maeun-tang!”

“I will. Please, let’s head inside.”

Kang Chan couldn’t do anything but surrender to this man.

With the help of Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho, Jeon Dae-Geuk walked into the diner.

“Choi Jon-Il, tell all the employees standing outside to come in,” Jeon Dae-Geuk ordered.

“Yes, Mr. Jeon!” Choi Jong-Il replied.

Two people who seemed to have assisted Jeon Dae-Geuk to this place soon entered the establishment.

“I’m a regular at this...