Kang Chan couldn’t ask Kim Hyung-Jung to have dinner with them since Kim Hyung-Jung looked very busy. Hence, he and Seok Kang-Ho instead left Samseong-dong early and sat down at the specialty coffee shop by the intersection.0

“If it wasn’t hard to attend your graduation ceremony before, it definitely is now,” Seok Kang-Ho grumbled as he set down the coffee they ordered. He then sat down on a chair with a plop.0

“I can’t believe thirteen of our agents have been killed! Those fucking sons of bitches! I should just go there myself!” Seok Kang-Ho growled.0

“Go where?”0

“Algeria is right beside Libya, isn’t it? I’m sure I’ll be helpful to the agents if I go to Libya with them.”0

Kang Chan carefully sipped his hot coffee and then placed the cup down.0

“We’ll both have targets on our backs, so don’t be reckless,” he responded.0

“If we fight them this way, more of our people will die in vain. I’m sure you know that as well as I do.”0

Seok Kang-Ho looked out the window, his eyes filled with spite. He seemed to be remembering that there were agents on standby somewhere.0

“The agents assigned to us have...0