Just as Kang Chan was feeling down about fighting against gangsters, his phone began vibrating.

Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—. Buzz— Buzz—Buzz—.

Kang Chan held up his phone, but the call was from an unknown number.

“Hello?”

- Mr. Kang Chan, it’s Kim Hyung-Jung.

“Ah, yes.”

- Did you decide to meet Ambassador Lanok tomorrow?

“Yes. He said he’s going to let me know the time and location as soon as he arrives in South Korea.”

- Would you be able to give us some of your time as well after you meet with him, Mr. Kang Chan?

Kang Chan tilted his head, but he had already decided to do it. They said it was an urgent national-level matter, so there was nothing that cumbersome about giving them some of his time in the evening.

“Alright. Should I contact you through this phone number once I’m done talking to Lanok?”

- Thank you, Mr. Kang Chan.

Kim Hyung-Jung sounded relieved, almost as if he had just achieved a big wish.

- Also, I got promoted thanks to you.

Kang Chan ended up laughing out loud. Why would the National Intelligence Service give a promotion...