On their way to Seoul, Kang Chan made up his mind.

He didn’t know who the people that tried to kill Kang Dae-Kyung were, but letting them get away like this would be stupid. They had stopped those assailants for now, but they would certainly attack again. He had learned this lesson so many times in Africa that he had grown tired of it.

It wasn’t like the order to imprison them had been issued yet.

‘We have to find them fast.’

“Have you had dinner yet?” Kim Tae-Jin asked.

“Yes. What about you?”

“I have. If the police or the prosecution makes a move, then Kim Hyung-Jung will tell us all about it, so how about we go to the office for now? That would make it easier for him and Mr. Seok Kang-Ho to come to us as well.”

“Sure.”

There wasn’t that much traffic past Yongyin. At some point, Seok Kang-Ho called Kang Chan, and Kang Chan told him to come to Yoo Bi-Corp, which was close enough to their houses that they could just run back home if necessary.

Seok Kang-Ho had arrived at Yoo Bi-Corp before them and was waiting for them.

“How’s your arm?” Kang Chan asked Seok Kang-Ho.

“I only needed four stitches.”

Seok Kang-Ho was wearing a cotton shirt. It would've been uncomfortable to go...