Sitting on the bench, Kang Chan felt much more comfortable as he stared at the people walking about. Strangely, he even laughed as well.

Gong Te automobile? Vice President? Executive?

He truly hoped they obtained their positions through normal means after barely surviving. If that were the case, he’d be able to shake their hands, smile, greet them while bumping shoulders, and say that he was also alive but in this form. There wouldn’t be any need to worry about his pride or be greedy.

He was thinking of accepting the reality if asking them to be considerate and avoid negatively affecting Kang Dae-Kyung’s Kang Yoo Motors wasn’t possible. But there were hints of dirty deeds in Sharlan and Smithen’s faces.

Their faces and the look in their eyes were similar to when they were beaten up almost to the point of death as a punishment and forced into a corner after they had assaulted and beaten a 16-year-old African girl.

‘Smithen, that fucker.’ 

After he had sworn never to taint the name of their crew, it was never brought up again. Kang Chan had actually lived with the thought that the look he had seen in Smithen’s eyes at the last moment was a debt that he had to repay.

Kang Chan realized that his eyes were glinting.

Beep Beep. 

Raising his gaze, a familiar car came into view. However, his thirst for blood that had already been roused didn’t disappear so easily.

When Kang Chan went into the car, Seok Kang-Ho looked him over with surprised eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere...