He opened the fridge and was about to take out a can of Red Bull before deciding not to. The empty can that poked out of the trash can caught his eye. If he drank any more, Red Bull might replace the blood in his blood vessels.

“Yes, please speak.”

Dongwook leaned against the fridge and picked up the call. It was 2 a.m. Lights would have been turned off even for overworking people, and it was time for people doing labor to be sleeping, but Dongwook’s work was not over. The same was true for the private investigator that he was calling. They were continuously exchanging information while tracking down the various suspects. The materials given to him by Park Okhwa and the information given to him by Lee Miyoon were becoming a sharp nail.

“Wait there and track the person down. Yes, I think we’re almost there. It might be a few days, or it might even be tomorrow. Let’s work just a little harder.”

He got a call from another private investigator as well. After a short conversation, he finished the call. He inputted the information he was getting in real-time...