In front of a hospital located in Beijing, a shabby sedan came to a stop.

The person getting out of the driver’s seat was Ik-gwang. His face, fixing the loose and wrinkled suit intentionally chosen, looked noticeably gloomy.

It was the most renowned hospital in China, without a doubt, visible from any perspective. However, that was precisely the problem now.

Communicating with the hospital staff in awkward Mandarin, Ik-gwang chewed on his lips. Although he was proficient not only in English, French, and Russian but also in Mandarin, he deliberately acted as if he were not fluent.

Soon, a tired-looking nurse took the lead.

“It would be nice if the person you’re looking for is the right one.”

In response to the nurse’s polite words, Ik-gwang, matching the length of his words appropriately, sighed briefly.

The room he arrived at was much more shabby than dozens of general wards he had seen on the way. But it was too late to pick on that.

Looking at the man sitting on the hospital bed, Ik-gwang did not realize his jaw had dropped.

The man had a stout silhouette not covered by the hospital gown. It seemed like he thought it was an expression of gratitude because the nurse quickly warned him.

“The patient has no memory. He doesn’t even know his name, so please be careful.”

Ik-gwang wiped his face with his dry hands. He was in the midst of meticulously portraying the drama of finding a family member thought to be lost.

“Yes. Thank you. It’s definitely… my younger brother.”

In response to his words, the man on the hospital bed raised his eyes. He claimed not to know who he was. His eyes, which made it feel like he was dozing off, were strangely exactly the same.

Kwon Ki-joo.

The guy they thought was dead was alive. Although the team insisted on the uncertainty of life or death and showed determination to pursue it to the end, the organization ordered the end of the operation.

It must have been a judgment from the higher-ups that, due to the complete failure of the operation, the agent must have died, and it had to be covered up hastily. Because of this, Ik-gwang personally handled the processing of Ki-joo’s death during the operation.

Originally, that was supposed to be the end of it. A black agent can’t disclose the actions leading to death due to the nature of the job.

Especially if it’s a death that wasn’t even able to recover the body, it had to be thoroughly concealed for the sake of the country.

The team moved discreetly. There was an explosion at the mission site designed not to leave even the remains, but for some reason, they hoped for the best.

Burn injuries, an East Asian man in his 20s to 30s.

After questioning, they found a patient who met these two conditions and identified an East Asian man with an unknown identity. They assumed he cleverly didn’t reveal his identity. Truly, things were just things.

But amnesia?

Kijoo seemed to have read the annoyed expression of Ik-gwang, as he tilted his head slightly. His slightly long-grown hair shook.

Even in the current situation, this calmness that did not suit the circumstances was engraved in his bone marrow.

Even if he didn’t know his name or anything, it seemed to be his nature and fingerprints.

Ik-gwang’s irritation was overwhelming. It was an environment where even if you died, you could die a hundred times.
What kind of immortal being am I dealing with here? Is it even possible for something like this to come back to life without the favor of the gods?

Amidst all this, the fact that the nonsense is entirely Ik-gwang’s responsibility was mind-boggling. What sins did I commit in my past life? Do I need to pray to the ancestral spirits? Should I perform a ritual?

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Ik-gwang mumbled in Korean. Yeah, it was a strange situation. Shouldn’t they at least ask, “Who are you?” or “Do you know me?” Such common questions should be expected in abnormal situations.

Explosions are like fires. If he had inhaled smoke, that would explain the silence. Ik-gwang asked the nurse in Mandarin.

“Did he inhale smoke and hurt his throat? He’s not talking.”

To that, the nurse decisively shook her head.

“No, it seems like the patient tends to be taciturn.”

So even lying in the hospital bed, his nose was up in the air. Even in the role of a patient, there was no virtue of humility to be found. By now, Ik-gwang deeply regretted it.

He had brought several documents to take away this guy who wasn’t desperate at all. For a moment, he felt the urge to burn the documents right away, but he managed to suppress it and submitted the documents to the administrative office.

All the documents, such as the identification card with Kwon Ki-joo’s face and the family relationship documents proving the qualification to take him away, were manipulated. The documents were flawless enough to pass without suspicion from doctors or administrators.

When he went to the hospital room, Ki-joo had already prepared his few belongings. He seemed to have a knack for sensing emergencies. Ik-gwang was amazed, but he picked up Ki-joo’s bag.