Everything roughly made sense.

Kang Chan wheeled Seok Kang-Ho out of Smithen’s room. All of the gangsters stood up when they emerged. He Kang Chan looked at one of them.

“Call Gwang-Taek,” Kang Chan ordered.

“Yes, hyung-nim.”

When Seok Kang-Ho returned to his room, he held his neck and sat on the bed, groaning. It was much more comfortable for him to talk with his back straight.

“Have you called your family?” Kang Chan asked Seok Kang-Ho.

“I’m thinking of calling them after tomorrow. How am I going to explain the gangsters in the hallway to my family if they come running over immediately?”

“Say that they’re the offender.”

“Nah. My wife is the type of woman to grab them by their collar and demand compensation from them.”

When Seok Kang-Ho side-eyed the hallway, a gangster came in with the phone.

“It’s me,” Kang Chan answered.

- Hey! What happened?

“There are Chinese and Japanese guys in the hotel that’s in front of the city hall and in the Banpo hotel. I was told they’re the ones planning on buying the drugs.”

- Japan and China? They’re pulling out all the stops. Do you know the names of the organizations involved?

“I don’t.”

- How many are there?

“Apparently ten from each country.”

- It’ll be easy to distinguish a group that big.

“I need a room tomorrow morning at the Namsan hotel.”

- Do-Seok can do that.

“I’ll be at the hospital, so contact me through this number.”

- Understood.

The gangster took the phone and bowed respectfully before leaving the room. Kang Chan really didn’t want to fight the Serpents Venimeux—even if he was told that he’d have to fight a drug organization otherwise—unless they had to fight with all of the evil in the world.

He was only going to get Sharlan.

“Aren’t you going?” Seok Kang-Ho asked out...