“Urgh…! That crazy bastard!” Gang Woo-Chan gritted his teeth.

After Chang-Sun’s interview, Woo-Chan got out of the airport to avoid difficult interactions with the hostile media staff. If Joachim Wolff didn’t come forward and stood up for Chang-Sun, anything could have happened. However, the problem was that Jaegal Hyeon-Ryong and the other two elders had too much fun watching the interview.

Hyeon-Ryong, in particular, showed deep interest in Chang-Sun, making Woo-Chan feel ominous. The more the three elders paid attention to Chang-Sun, the lower the probability of Woo-Chan’s plan succeeding.

‘I don’t have a choice, though. The ball is already rolling,’ Woo-Chan reassured himself several times as he secretly moved to the area Department Head Shim Geon-Ho had told him about.

He furtively took a look around and noticed that the people in his vicinity didn’t seem to care about him, who was an outsider. The place that Geon-Ho had told him about was an old apartment that looked as if it was about to collapse. It had several mailboxes on the wall for its residents, but they looked as if they hadn’t been used in quite some time now because cobwebs were all over them. Among those boxes, Woo-Chan quietly put the two letters inside Unit 606’s mailbox, which looked the rustiest, and left the area.

Squeak!

Shortly after Woo-Chan left, the apartment’s front gate opened, and a Latino who didn’t seem to belong in...