“I’m going.” His voice was firm but stubborn, leaving no room for argument.

Click. Click. 

At that, Gilberto started to assemble his guns and equipment without even verbally agreeing or disagreeing. He displayed his answer and his boundless trust through his actions.

“Thanks.” Seo Jun-Ho looked at him gratefully and turned around.

His longtime friend looked extremely exhausted as he leaned against his desk, rubbing his face.

“...Is there really no other way?” Shim Deok-Gu asked. He was so nervous that his lips felt dry, but he added something before Seo Jun-Ho could even reply, “I think he’ll wait for you for now. So please, take some time and come up with a plan…”

“You’re too soft.” Seo Jun-Ho gave a faint smile. His eyes were fixed on the sports channel, which was showing the Heavenly Demon. “That bastard’s a fiend.”

He wasn’t just any fiend either. He was their leader, and he was able to make even the vicious fiends tremble.

‘...A guy like that won’t be sloppy.’

[I will give you 15 minutes.]

Just as Seo Jun-Ho had expected…

The Heavenly Demon looked at the camera and...