“You came from quite far away. I’m from Seoul.”

“Oh. I thought so. How long are you planning to stay here?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“I’m leaving in three days.”

“That’s fast.”

Their conversation flowed naturally, revealing personal details continuously. They unintentionally talked about private matters, and beyond that, even their similar thoughts on the countryside were revealed. Before they knew it, they felt close, and Eun-chae smiled, asking,

“But why did you stare at me so intently when we first met? Do you have someone who looks like me among your acquaintances?”

“Are you saying that so openly?”

Woo-seok turned his head with a swift motion.

“I stared at you so intently.”

He scratched the back of his head, frowning.

“Because you’re pretty.”

“Huh?”

“Very pretty.”

Eun-chae, who was listening faintly, was startled.

“Oh… You’re handsome too.”

As soon as she blurted out whatever came to her mind, Woo-seok lifted one corner of his mouth and laughed.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t know. Me too.”

Unable to help it, Eun-chae laughed along with his refreshing laughter.

A container warehouse placed on one side of the national road.

It looked like an abandoned warehouse, but inside, it was somewhat decorated like a home, with a few pieces of furniture in place.

And for some reason, Kwon Ki-joo, sitting on the severely torn sofa, was there.

He, who had his arm hanging over the end of the sofa backrest, eyes closed, felt a slight vibration in the earphone plugged into one ear.

Target?

Pulling the arm he had behind him forward and squinting one eye as if he were peering through, Ki-joo felt the cold touch of the gun on his droopy eyelids.

Finally, he raised his head straight, opened his eyes, and moved.

Getting up and pushing the door that was lightly closed on the opposite side, the tightly bound man crawled backward trembling.

Once a spy who lived as a leading figure in another company that once matched with D1 Group.

Glancing down at the face of the spy full of pimples, Ki-joo casually spoke.

“Yes. Perfect.”

Keep holding him in that state. Until you bring in the rest of those who escaped to the port.

“I’m going.”

What?
“I’ve planted the faces in their heads. I’ll handle it.”

He continued to stare at the spy who clung to the corner like a rat driven into a corner.

Although only his eyes were visible behind the obscured rank, fear was evident in the trembling pupils. Without hesitation, he took his gaze away and walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

“And while I’m at it, I’ll take care of Captain Bada Ho as well.”

It meant clearing away the nuisance of providing ships to illegal immigrants all at once.

You, jerk. Why are you in such a hurry alone?

Even though it was clearly a reward vacation, Kwon Ki-joo kicked it aside, picking up the odd jobs that other agents wanted to avoid.

Despite the urgency to handle the tasks as if wanting to be placed in a dangerous situation, the Song family members escaped, but he paid no attention.

It seemed as if he preferred things to go wrong. As if it was more satisfying that way.

“We’re leaving now, so just in case, it’s a good idea to send someone to the airport.”

He pulled the receiver out of his ear and walked briskly outside the warehouse.