Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho went down to the first floor and found more than five agents at the specialty coffee shop. Kim Hyung-Jung likely contacted them about Kang Chan’s plan.

“Go get a table. I’ll order us some coffee,” Seok Kang-Ho said.

Kang Chan sat on the terrace, then bit on a cigarette.

What would have it been like if he didn’t know Choi Seong-Geon or if he didn’t know what kind of person he was?

Kang Chan’s rage grew further, making it even harder to hold back his anger.

If only he didn’t die! Even if he was on death’s door, for as long as he survived, I could’ve tried everything! I wouldn’t even care if I collapsed from too much blood loss!

South Korea had to be wary of its neighboring countries' moods?

If that’s the case, then do I have to make South Korea powerful enough to eliminate any need for it to keep worrying about how other countries would treat it?

Kang Chan gritted his teeth.

“Let’s have some coffee for now,” Seok Kang-Ho suggested.

Seok Kang-Ho put the coffee down on the table when he saw the...