Kang Chan didn’t exactly like spicy foods, but the stir-fried octopus he was eating with Seok Kang-Ho put him in a good mood. He chuckled as the spiciness set his tongue on fire.

“Alright. Let’s grab some iced coffee and a cigarette,” Seok Kang-Ho said.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go.”

Kang Chan left the restaurant with Seok Kang-Ho feeling much better. They headed to the specialty coffee shop just across it.

“Your eyes look a bit like a human’s now,” Seok Kang-Ho commented.

“Was it that bad?”

“Those in the Foreign Legion noticed it, which should tell you something.”

“Tsk.”

“Phuhu, you had the same look in your eyes back in Africa. Phew! When was that? When I almost had my forearm chopped off just to stop you was the first time I thought you were scary. If that knife hadn't stabbed my arm, you would’ve been kicked out of the Foreign Legion. Do you remember that?”

Seok Kang-Ho suddenly brought out a memory that Kang Chan had barely managed to forget.

“Ah, right. It’s just a feeling, but don’t you think you’ve become much sharper than when we were in Africa? From what I’ve seen, you...