Coffee almost came out of Kang Chan’s nose.

“Based on the remittance form from France, there’s a high possibility that the Chinese had betrayed us. We’re trying our best to find Sharlan, having judged that he might still be staying in South Korea,” Lanok told Kang Chan.

Click.

He put his cup down on the table with enough force to cause a loud noise.

“Are you sure Sharlan is still alive?”

Kang Chan had definitely broken Sharlan’s ribs near his heart.

Even if a doctor had been waiting, it would’ve been hard to survive that kind of injury.

“The Intelligence Bureau wiretapped his phone call to France.”

Lanok sharply looked over Kang Chan, then spoke again.

“He used the ‘Ice of the Desert’ as his code name, which he used during his military service. His voice also matched Sharlan’s, according to our voice verification system.”

I should’ve split open his heart.

An opponent incomparably stronger than the parking lot gang now had Kang Chan in their sights.

“Do you also know what he said in the call?” asked Kang Chan.

“I was told it was these two sentences: ‘It’s the Ice of the Desert. My enemy’s in South Korea, and I have to kill him no matter what.’”

Son of a bitch. Who’s killing who?

“Even the Intelligence Bureau doesn’t know how to take care of this problem.”

Lanok looked straight at Kang Chan.

“My country is focusing on finding the person backing Sharlan up, their efforts mainly revolving around the remittance material. They’re also investigating if their purposes are related to the French election.”

“Have they found anything yet?” Kang Chan asked.

“Not yet.”

Kang Chan took a sip of his coffee.

“I think the Chinese organization is making their move. We hope that Sharlan...