Kang Chan had drunk about half the water in his bottle when the bell rang.

I know it’s Sunday, but that was fast. 

Chk. 

“Mr. Kang Chan. It’s me, Kim Hyung-Jung,” Kim Hyung-Jung radioed just as Kang Chan stood up and walked toward the door. Even then, Kang Chan still confirmed it was him through the peephole before opening the door.

“How did you get here so fast?” Kang Chan asked.

“I have my ways for situations like this,” Kim Hyung-Jung replied, entering the room with redshot eyes.

“Would you like some coffee?” Kang Chan offered.

“Yes, please,” Kim Hyung-Jung gratefully answered.

Seok Kang-Ho brought them some coffee, then sat down on the sofa with them. There was no need to drag things out, so Kang Chan immediately showed Kim Hyung-Jung the pictures and told him everything he heard from Lanok.

“Hmm,” Kim Hyung-Jung mused. He gulped as he glared at the pictures. “We have to take action immediately.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Kang Chan agreed.

Kim Hyung-Jung frowned as he glanced at the map.

“There aren’t many civilians around in this area, but I can’t believe...