Buzz—. Buzz—. Buzz—. Buzz—. 

His phone rang from his inner chest pocket.

Wui Min-Gook took out his phone. Still glaring at Huh Ha-Soo, he answered the call.

“It’s me.”

Wui Min-Gook’s eyes glinted, then narrowed.

“How many?” he asked, his cheek twitching a few times.

“Listen carefully—do what must be done to have an honorable death. I’ll take good care of the family you’ll leave behind.”

Wui Min-Gook hung up, then glared at Huh Ha-Soo with eyes so bloodshot they looked as if they were going to burst at any moment.

“Director Wui…?” Huh Ha-Soo asked.

“How did South Korea’s special forces team find out about the hideout that you created for us?”

However, Huh Ha-Soo seemed surprised as well.

“We don’t care about how you do it. You can work with Japan or suck up to China if that’s what it would take,” Wui Min-Gook said.

Huh Ha-Soo looked away with a displeased expression as Wui Min-Gook added, “That means I’ll even make myself explode if that means you’ll keep your end of the bargain. You...