After deciding what restaurant they should go to, Choi Jong-Il called someone.

“There’s a patient in the building on Sejongno Street. He’s in room 2107. Take him to the hospital and make sure the police or the prosecution can’t interfere.”

Choi Jong-Il dropped the call after passing on only the necessary information.

“Do you call that number for the police as well?” Kang Chan asked.

“If the headquarters contact them directly, the police will already be aware of the situation before they go to the scene. That eliminates the need for explanations.”

Kang Chan didn’t know they could contact the police that way.

The restaurant came into view after passing Gwanghamun[1] and driving for about ten more minutes. A restaurant emerged when they drove for about ten minutes after they passed the Gwanghwamun. The restaurant was a hanok[2] that had been renovated in a sophisticated way.

“Welcome.”

An easygoing elder pointed to the door inside the living room.

Rattle.

They opened the hanji paper door[3] and went inside, finding four cushions.

“Please stay here for a moment,” the elder said.

Kang Chan comfortably sat inside the room. He didn’t want the four of them to make...