5 am. Monday morning.

Kang Chan quietly got out of the apartment in workout pants and a comfortable cotton t-shirt.

“Whoo!”

He tilted his body in multiple directions and slowly warmed up his muscles after taking in a deep breath. His injuries have healed a lot, so he was about to go for a long run.

Kang Chan got out of the apartment at an appropriate speed because he felt that his muscles were somewhat warmed up. The roads and sidewalks were empty except for a car that was quickly moving with the headlights on, and a few diligent people.

He regained his previous body’s capabilities in the final minutes of his fight against the gangsters in the parking lot and when he fought with a knife in the hallway. The condition of his body back then was exactly the same as it was in Africa. If he didn’t have that sensation, it would’ve been hard to defeat Sharlan.

Kang...