“The success of the three-year project has changed many things.

First of all, Lee Kwang-il can now handle a pen, albeit clumsily, in the office. The problem is that he’s being treated as a set with Oh Geun-seok. No, to put it differently, the expression ‘one plus one’ is more accurate.

Anyway, Kwang-il just received a fax that arrived a moment ago, and his expression twisted at once.

It was a medical treatment receipt. It’s true that when you get injured while working, it’s appropriate to claim it through the office. The problem, however, was that the sender of this medical record was Kwon Ki-joo.

When you do physical work, you become an expert on the type of treatment depending on the nature of the injury, and this was a condition that could require lying down for a few days.

However, he had only received simple emergency treatment and had promptly notified that he would return to the field.

Kwang-il urgently made a call, but the response he got was, ‘It’s possible.’ No matter how much you yell, it won’t make any damn difference.

In the end, the call ended without any results.

Kwang-il sat down on the chair and tore at his hair.

This crazy bastard. Couldn’t he just die and go crazy?

“Stuffing his face and playing victim, he’s really crossing the line now.”

Kwang-il looked up at Oh Geun-seok’s voice. Geun-seok threw the documents recording the meeting content onto the desk and added.

“Why don’t you lay a blanket in the office and get some sleep.”

“That’s not it.”

Kwang-il gave up on controlling his expression and replied bitterly.

“If that’s not it, what is it? Well, it’s not like you’re overloaded with work, right? You’re the guy who stammers even putting a formula in Excel.”

He’s making a fuss over catching one case. Kwang-il muttered to himself, harboring impatience.

“I guess Kwon Ki-joo got injured while arresting the captain. When a rational guy suddenly approaches ignorantly, something like this happens.”

Geun-seok, who ultimately accepted Ki-joo’s abnormal behavior to some extent, replied.

“He volunteered to go. How can you stop someone who volunteered?”

“Don’t let him die like this.”

“Is it a serious injury?”

“There’s a hole in his abdomen. It seems like he just stitched it up, and it looks like he didn’t get hospitalized. I didn’t know he was such an emotional guy…”

Did you see this absent-minded guy? While listening to Kwang-il’s muttering, Geun-seok sat down and asked.

“What about Song Eun-chae?”

“I know where she is, but I don’t know what happened. Isn’t it a romantic relationship?”

Even KIS’s disposal is someone he received as planned. Geun-seok couldn’t believe that this crazy genius was in this state just because of one woman.

Ki-joo filled the freshly brewed coffee with plenty of crushed ice. Then, he properly plugged in the wireless earphones that had loosened from his left ear, and a familiar voice suddenly popped up.

Kwon Ki-joo. Kwon Ki-joo?

Ki-joo drank the coffee before responding. It was so cold that his head throbbed.

“Continue.”
Ki-joo walked from the dining room to the living room, and from the living room to the study. Glancing roughly at the counterfeit passport and a bundle of money on the table, he tidied up with a flick.

I mean, act like a young yacht salesman and spend a few days in the Philippines.

The Philippines.

It was nothing short of a haven for crime. Those who escaped from committing crimes in Korea before being caught, repeat offenders. They flowed in dreaming of a new life, gathering information from wherever they could.

Then, it’s a vicious cycle of deceiving, being deceived, killing, and being killed.

There are various stops for crimes. Economic crimes, drug crimes, murder, and so on. Among them, it’s hard to pinpoint what KIS mainly deals with.

These days, it was a reality that couldn’t be neatly divided. Everything is connected. This society calls it a cartel.

Do a good job, and I’ll cut you some slack. Huh? Cool your head a bit and come back.

The transmission was cut off. Ki-joo immediately pulled out the wireless earphones from his ears and threw them down on the table as if he were throwing them out. The moonlight streaming through the window strangely illuminated his side face.

The Philippines.

That was where the first stab wound in his leather jacket occurred. Lowering his head and looking at the bandages wrapped around his abdomen, Ki-joo closed his eyes.

Eun-chae.

Things that remind him of a woman always come up at unexpected moments. Ki-joo raised his eyelids again. His gloomy sinking eyes were fixed outside the window.

After Song Myung-ho’s arrest, the stock price of Diwon Group was on a downward trend.

Has Eun-chae’s anxiety been relieved now? Many things that had to be taken away from her without her knowing were restored.

But.

After that incident, he lost his way.

Eun-chae disappeared without telling him where to look or where to go.

The moon was still bright.

The moonlight of Debusi.