Seok Kang-Ho and Kang Chan had already left for Seoul.

Kim Tae-Jin, Suh Sang-Hyun, and Choi Seong-Geon sat in front of the barracks, drinking tea together.

“I can’t believe their participation in the French operation was decided with a single phone call. Just who is this man?” Choi Seong-Geon asked incredulously.

“You don’t have to dwell on the answer to that question. Just take what you see and feel at face value,” Kim Tae-Jin said.

Choi Seong-Geon nodded. “All this time, I thought Section Chief Jeon and you were the only scary people in this world. I didn’t know I was just a small fish in a pond.”

“I was scary? I realized that I had definitely aged when I saw you, though,” Kim Tae-Jin remarked.

“You definitely were, sir. I still clearly remember the look in your eyes when we went to and returned from the DMZ. Back then, everyone became nervous whenever you entered the barracks. From what I saw earlier, that’s how the soldiers react to Mr. Kang Chan now,” Choi Seong-Geon said.

Kim Tae-Jin nodded.

“Let’s consider ourselves lucky...