Choi Jong-Il, who was about to enter the room, stopped by the door, noticing Kang Chan’s eyes were fiercely glinting.0

Kang Chan had heard what he needed to hear. He now knew what was going on.0

Other countries seemed to think that South Korea had too much now. Hence, they wanted to take everything away from them even if it meant they’d have to beat them up and kill them.0

Should we just give in and back off? Would that really be better than starting a war?0

This fucking hurts. So many of our soldiers and agents sacrificed themselves to get to where we are now! How dare they demand South Korea to just bow down and let them beat us up and steal what we have? 0

If we listen to them, what will happen to us after? Do they expect us to just move on?0

Kang Chan had repeated this multiple times already, but if they bowed to the bastards once, they would be forced to keep obeying them from that moment on.0

Choi Jong-Il approached Kang Chan and stood next to him, wondering what was going on.0

“Do we have coffee?” Kang Chan asked.0

“What kind are you craving for?”0

“Instant.”0

Looking like he expected him to say that, Choi Jong-Il immediately made two cups of coffee. When he got back, Kang Chan was still looking out the window.0

The two went to the table and sat down.0

Choi Jong-Il examined Kang Chan’s expression and the look in his eyes. 0

“What’s going on?” he asked.0

Kang Chan couldn’t tell him about the war yet. He first had to determine whether the soldiers and agents under his command could carry the weight of a war in South Korea.0

Turning to Choi Jong-Il, he said, “I’m just angry that people are kicking up a fuss just because we’re trying to build a power plant for the new energy.”0

“That’s probably exactly what they hate.” Choi Jong-Il smiled bitterly. “Before you came along, South Korea survived by maintaining good relations with China, Russia, Japan, and the United States. Now that we’re standing at the center...0