Kang Chan slightly smiled at the Foreign Legion members, then walked toward the entrance. Seok Kang-Ho followed him.

Two French agents, who had been waiting for them, politely opened the van. They left as soon as the two got in.

The members getting on the military transport aircraft watched the van leave.

Have a safe way home. And survive.

The van soon turned toward the main gate, preventing Kang Chan from seeing the members anymore.

“Monsieur Kang, there’s a phone call for you.” The agent sitting in the passenger seat handed him a phone.

“Ello.”

- Mr. Kang Chan, it’s Lanok.

“Yes, Mr. Ambassador?”

- Can I see you for a moment?

“Sure. Where should I go?”

- Please come straight to the embassy in that car.

“Understood.”

Kang Chan handed over the phone to the agent.

“Lanok wants to see us. Let’s drop by the embassy for a bit,” Kang Chan told Seok Kang-Ho.

“Alright.”

The van went onto the highway, then headed to the embassy using the bus-only lane.

He saw peaceful, everyday life on the way—people going through their everyday lives and fully filling up the highway without knowing about the horrible tortures or desperate battles happening behind the scenes.

Kang Chan knew that the spite that he had within him hadn’t been relieved. He often felt this...