Incheon International Airport, Republic of Korea.0

“Are you sure this is where he’ll come out? If he’s using the VIP exit or something, then all of this is just a wild goose chase.”0

“Ah, I’m telling you we’re in the right place. I know a guy from the airport, so I checked with him several times. The Tyrant is coming out soon.”0

“What is he going to say this time…”0

“He’s the type to just bulldoze through things, but I doubt he’d say something that would flip everyone’s lid off. He’s going to get criticized a lot.”0

“Did the Tyrant ever care about that?”0

“Good point… Still, this isn't good timing.”0

“You’re right.”0

Although usually cramped with tourists from overseas, the airport today was packed with a wider range of people, including media staff and reporters from broadcasting and newspaper companies and rankers from the Council and major Clans in Korea. At one side of the airport, the Tyrant’s fan club members were waving their banners and flags.0

― Our Chang-Sun doesn’t have to rinse his hair because he’s already a prince.0

― What should I do? I feel attacked because of you, a heart attack.[1]0

― Please don’t show up in my dreams, Chang-Sun. If you do, I worry I won’t open my eyes anymore because I’ll wake up.0

The crowd shared only one thing in common: they were all waiting for Lee Chang-Sun the Tyrant. No, the public recently started calling...4