“Mr. Kang Chan, I’d like to introduce you to someone. This is attorney Song Chang-Wook,” Kim Hyung-Jung said.0

“I’m Song Chang-Wook.”0

Song Chang-Wook gave Kang Chan a firm handshake. He was short, had a seemingly firm physique, and neatly trimmed but unstyled gray hair. For a lawyer, his eyes were quite fierce.0

“Let’s go,” Kim Hyung-Jung told the two. He got in the passenger seat, and Kang Chan and Song Chang-Wook got in the back.0

Kang Chan glanced around him. More than thirty National Intelligence Service agents got into other cars and vans as well, seemingly intent on going with them.0

“Manager Kim, I don’t want the National Intelligence Service to be in trouble because of me,” Kang Chan said. He didn’t want to make something this small bigger than it had to be. He had already prepared himself to face all the consequences of his actions when he faced Sharlan anyway.0

“The prosecution can investigate you all they want, but if they decide to arrest you for a shallow or senseless reason, we won’t just...0