“Go ahead. Speak,” Kang Chan stated.

A chuckle came over the phone. It sounded more like a scoff, though.

-You waste no time with formalities. You’re just as curt as I heard.

This had to be the person currently holding Lanok hostage or someone who had the power to get Lanok back safely. His lax, unhurried tone made it clear he was definitely either one of the two.

-You should be careful when you speak to me. 

Pft!

Kang Chan snorted, then slammed the receiver down with a loud bang.

Motherfucker! He’s the one who called because he’s in a rush. Does he really think he can play it nice and cool?

Kang Chan had not given up on Lanok. However, in the spur of the moment, he concluded that he couldn’t let the man confidently take the upper hand just because the man had Lanok in his grasp.

Seok Kang-Ho, who was looking bored because he couldn’t understand what was being said, was now carefully observing Kang Chan’s expression.

Ring. Ring. Ring. 

When the phone...