As he stood at the entrance of the apartment, Kang Chan discreetly looked up at his house.

It still didn’t feel real that he was going to Mongolia. It could turn out to be an insane idea.

Kang Chan decided to think about just two things—that terrorist attacks were going to keep being carried out if they just left the enemies alone, and that abandoning their captured allies wasn’t something that a comrade who fought with them should do.

He took a taxi to the Sinsa station.

“I’m here!”

Seok Kang-Ho, who had been waiting for him, approached him. “There’s one place open over there. Let’s go.”

Kang Chan walked to where Seok Kang-Ho had pointed with a smirk. It was summer, but he still missed hot coffee in the morning.

“Did you sleep?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.

“We ordered chicken. What about you?”

“I made love to my wife because it could be the last time I see her.”

Kang Chan went into the smoking room with a soft smile, opened a window widely, and occupied a table. A moment later, Seok Kang-Ho brought over two cups of coffee.

“It’s still not too late.” Kang...