Morning in Africa began with blinding sunlight and a heat that was out to get everyone.0

Waking up at dawn, Kang Chan left the barracks in shorts and a simple tee. He wanted to go for a run before the blazing sun came up.0

The member of the Foreign Legion’s special forces standing guard saluted Kang Chan with just his index and middle fingers because Kang Chan wasn’t in formal uniform. It was also an indication of how much friendlier they had become.0

The track seemed to be approximately six hundred meters. Running any further than that would make them a target, getting themselves killed.0

“Haah, haah,” Kang Chan panted.0

He had only taken a break in Mongolia for a few days, but he was already having trouble running. Kang Chan refused to rest.0

No matter the job, one was bound to reach their limit if they didn’t train for it enough. There would be times when he would need to be smart and take a break, but he had no reason to stop running. This was something he had always done.1

Kang Chan would continue to push through. Perhaps this could be the saving grace of his men at the last minute.0

Kang Chan steadily picked up the pace.0

He kicked up a cloud of dust with each step on dry ground. By the time he covered ten kilometers, he was already drenched in sweat. This was enough for today.0

Kang Chan panted and huffed. He then stretched again.0

Crunch, crunch.0

Upon returning to the base, Kang Chan immediately went inside the barracks to take a shower. He was more than grateful for getting to use as much water as he wanted.0

He dried his hair off with a towel as he left the bathroom. At the same time, Seok Kang-Ho came up to him.0

“Just finished working out?”0

“Yup,” Kang Chan replied.0

Seok Kang-Ho held out a mug to him.0

Kang Chan grinned. He was returning to...0