After parting ways with Heo Eun-Sil, Kang Chan arrived at the Korean restaurant where the reservation was.

“I was told the Nam Yang Company made a reservation?” Kang Chan asked.

“This way, sir.” A middle-aged woman in a navy blue suit led him to a room inside the restaurant.

Slide.

Kim Tae-Jin and Seok Kang-Ho were already waiting for him.

With the table in the middle, Kim Tae-Jin and Kim Hyung-Jung sat closer to the walls while Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho sat opposite them.

No one showed any signs that they had been drinking alcohol.

“Please accept this, Mr. Kang Chan. This is for you, Mr. Seok Kang-Ho.” Kim Hyung-Jung held out IDs.

One was a resident registration card, and the other had the words ‘National IntelligenceService’ inscribed in red.

“With this, you can access any government building, regardless of the location. If you ever find yourself in trouble with the police or civil servants, just show them this card and tell them to contact the number written on its back. We’ll take care of the rest,” Kim Hyung-Jung continued.

Kang Chan liked the resident registration card that stated he was twenty-five years old more than that privilege.

From now on, I can smoke without worries!

Seok Kang-Ho looked...