Kim Hyung-Jung took them to a two-story western-style house somewhere in Hannam-Dong. The car entered through the side door that was built on the wall next to the main entrance.

“This is one of the safe houses of the NIS. The director specially gave orders to prepare your breakfast here, Mr. Kang Chan. I’ve never been here myself either,” Kim Hyung-Jung informed them. He then stepped off the car.

The front yard had parking space for about four sedans, but the house itself wasn’t that fancy or large in scale. Aside from the two men who appeared to be agents standing outside, the entrance and living room were no different from any other family house.

Once they had settled in the sofas, an agent brought out ashtrays and coffees for them.

“You can get some sleep in the room if you’re tired as well,” the agent offered.

“Thank you, but we slept soundly on the plane,” Kang Chan responded politely.

Jeon Dae-Geuk offered Kang Chan a cigarette.

“Go ahead and take it! I hate the smell of smoke, but I hate it even more when people leave to just to smoke when...