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Kang Chan was thinking of going home in Seok Kang-Ho’s car.
The problem was his wounds. Seok Kang-Ho had bandages wrapped around his upper body, while Kang Chan was still bleeding out.
“Mr. Kang Chan, let’s get you treated now.” Kim Hyung-Jung’s honest words went against Kang Chan’s wishes, but he had been waiting and left Kang Chan’s wounds alone for far too long. They had to stop the bleeding.
“Let’s at least bandage around your wounds. Your parents are in the Bang Ji Hospital, so you should get preliminary treatment here first. We can also buy two shirts to change into.”
Kang Chan stood up because of Seok Kang-Ho’s suggestion.
They headed to the grilled duck restaurant and got on Seok Kang-Ho’s ‘Chiffre.’ They then merged into the main road, where a car and a van were waiting. Kim Hyung-Jung led Kang Chan to the van. An agent examined Kang Chan’s injuries under Kim Hyung-Jung’s orders.
“We have to stitch up your wounds,” the agent told Kang Chan.
“We don’t have the equipment to do that here, so just bandage it.”
The agent disinfected Kang Chan’s wounds because of his attitude, then tightly wrapped the bandages around them.
“Great job.”
When Kang Chan got out of the car, Kim Hyung-Jung and Seok Kang-Ho walked toward him.
“I’ll go home in Mr. Seok Kang-Ho’s car,” Kang Chan told Kim Hyung-Jung.
“Mr. Kang Chan,” Kim Hyung-Jung called him as if he had something to say, but just said, “understood.”
After parting ways with Kim Hyung-Jung, Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho immediately left.
“Shouldn’t you buy some clothes to change into?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.
“Let’s go to my place. We can change there.”
“Ah, right. No one’s home, right?” Seok Kang-Ho commented as he nodded and observed Kang Chan’s mood.
“What?”
“Ease up that look in your eyes. If other people see it, they’re going to think you’re going home to fight.”
“Thinking that son of a bitch Yang Jin-Woo will get to laugh behind our backs because he succeeded makes it impossible for me to calm down,” Kang Chan responded.
“We can’t just run up to someone so famous even a three-year-old would know and twist his neck. Even if we could, we didn’t find any clear evidence to justify it. That fucker probably did this with that in mind.”
“Son of a bitch. He should just live in comfort and spend his money if he had that much. Why is he doing something like this? Is he crazy?”
“Kim Hyung-Jung said that he suffered a loss because of Kang Yoo Motors, right?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.
“Hey! That fucker was the one that butted in. And even if he suffered a loss, how much would it have been? Regardless, that’s not even what’s important!”
“What is, then?” Seok Kang-Ho asked again.
“What matters is that that fucker cooperated in attacking Lanok and my father to stop the ‘Unicorn’ project from happening. What I don’t understand is how Yang Jin-Woo could be so quick to kill someone just because he couldn’t get the distribution rights for Gong Te’s automobile. If South Korea gets richer, that fucker Yang Jin-Woo is going to earn more money than anyone else anyway.”
The traffic frustrated Kang Chan, so he lowered the window. Perhaps it was because of the cool air from the air conditioner, but he thought the air that rushed into the car was quite warm.
“Are we missing something?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.
“We probably are.”
Seok Kang-Ho didn’t say anything else upon noticing the look in Kang Chan’s eyes.
***
A French restaurant in a hotel in South Korea.
Yang Jin-Woo, who was in one of its VIP rooms, didn’t pick up the fork even though he had an escargot dish in front of him.
Of the four people that met at the Japanese restaurant, only Huh Sang-Soo was currently missing.
“What did Assemblyman Huh say?” Yang Jin-Woo asked someone.
“He only told us to make sure to discard the data.”
“That’s already done.”
When Yang Jin-Woo turned his gaze, the man sitting to his left answered while bowing his head.
“The perpetrator this time was Kang Chan as well.”
“General manager Kwak, what I want to hear from you is how we’re going to take care of that crazy bastard,” Yang Jin-Woo said.
Kwak Do-Young had a big build and large and bright eyes. Even his hands and feet were big. He was so large he made the table and the dishes look that much smaller.
“We’re being careful until we can reclaim the National Intelligence Service. We’re searching through Kang Dae-Kyung, Yoo Hye-Sook, and Kang Chan’s previous records that are available, but we’re grappling with this issue since they hasven’t done any suspicious activities until recently,” Kwak Do-Young answered.
“General manager Kwak.”
“Yes, Mr. Chairman.”
Yang Jin-Woo took a sip of the water in a crystal cup, then said, “I think I already did everything I could for this country and its people.”
“Who wouldn’t know that?”
“I feel the same way about this incident as well. I did everything that people asked me to do for them and the country. But if we still can’t take care of one Red traitor for the Westerners even after I did that, then what was I enduring these kinds of sacrifices for? Forget the traitor–I can’t even touch the parents of that dirty fucker. What’s with this situation?”
“About that, if you give us a bit more time, then—”
“The traitor has to be given a clear warning. I’ll participate in the next plan if it means showing him that the world isn’t easy enough for a breed of humans without a good background to act unruly.”
Kwak Do-Young sighed with a groan. “Mr. Chairman, what you just said could upset the assemblyman.”
The edges of Yang Jin-Woo’s lips slightly curled upward. “I don’t want to be disgraced by letting our people, who have been bought by the Westerners, call us traitors even though we’ve given it our all to feed and look after them. I’d much rather step out of this matter.”
Looking troubled, Kwak Do-Young frowned. “I’ll make sure to pass on to the Assemblyman how firm you are about your intentions.”
“At least one of the parents that made such a traitor should be punished. They’re no better than trash for opposing me and trusting their foolish child! I don’t think Kang Chan will bat an eye even if one of his parents is killed, but still, I wish to see at least see his mother as a corpse.”
“I’ll pass on exactly what you said.”
“I’ll trust you, so I’ll send the required funds by tomorrow.” Yang Jin-Woo then turned his gaze. Cho Il-Kwon, the chief secretary, looked at Kwak Do-Young from over his glasses.
***
“Honey, would it really be okay if we take all of this?” Yoo Hye-Sook asked Kang Dae-Kyung. She was looking at the envelopes with a worried expression.
“Calm down. There’s no way to return them either anyway. I’m way more glad about our son not going around doing bad things than about the money itself.”
Yoo Hye-Sook looked like she didn’t understand what he said.
“I’m talking about the Prime Minister saying that what Channy is doing right now is difficult and that only he is capable of doing it.”
“I thought you were talking about something you’re the only one aware of again.”
“Like what? Channy is also devoted to you.”
Yoo Hye-Sook smiled as if she was satisfied when Kang Dae-Kyung said that.
“Honey, what are you going to eat for lunch?” Yoo Hye-Sook then asked.
“Go home and look after Channy. You can just come back tomorrow.”
“No.”
Yoo Hye-Sook stroked Kang Dae-Kyung’s hand after placing the envelope on one side. “I’m going to call Channy and stay here today, so just focus on getting better and getting out of here quickly, honey. I probably let you carry an extremely heavy burden alone. I’m sorry.”
“You’re saying nonsense.”
“You went through a hard time, didn’t you? I wouldn’t have known if you aren’t suffering from body aches like this.”
“What’s with you? If you’re that sorry, then kiss me!”
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“Honey! What are you going to do if someone sees us!” Yoo Hye-Sook slapped Kang Dae-Kyung’s hand while pursing her lips right away.
“What’s wrong with it? It’s just the two of us here.”
“Are you going to stop with just a kiss?”
“Would I really think about doing something else in here?” Kang Dae-Kyung asked back.
“Jeez!”
Yoo Hye-Sook raised herself up while pretending that she couldn’t win against him, then kissed him. “Are you satisfied now?”
“I definitely am!”
Yoo Hye-Sook tightly held onto Kang Dae-Kyung’s hand. “I’m always happy and thankful because I met you, honey.”
“Why is my madam acting like this today of all days?”
“Maybe because you and Channy make me so happy.”
They tightly held each other’s hands.
***
On their way up to Kang Chan’s house, Kang Chan talked to Yoo Hye-Sook and decided to stay at home today. As soon as they arrived at the apartment, he handed comfortable clothes to Seok Kang-Ho, and Kang Chan changed after lightly washing up.
“Put the dirty clothes here. Let's throw them out when we leave,” Kang Chan said.
He didn’t know how many clothes he already had to throw out because of how often he got into fights.
“What are you going to do for dinner?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.
“I should eat.”
“Let’s go to the baekban restaurant in Misari, then have a cup of coffee in the establishment in front of it afterward. It won’t feel right to smoke in here anyway, right?”
“Sure.”
Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho got out of the apartment.
“Are you thinking of killing Yang Jin-Woo?” Seok Kang-Ho asked Kang Chan.
“Yeah.”
Seok Kang-Ho nodded, seemingly expecting that would be his answer.
“They had tried to kill our people anyway. Regardless of the reason behind their actions, they’re not going to give up until they’re satisfied. And if they’re not going to give up, then we might as well do this our way,” Kang Chan explained.
“Have you thought about how you’re going to kill him?”
“Not yet. Gathering information about that fucker comes first, so there isn’t anything in particular that’s come across my mind.”
“It’s not going to be easy.”
“Right. I have to think about it for now.”
Kang Chan stroked his forehead with the hand draped over the open window.
Upon arriving at Misari, they had baekban. He wasn’t hungry, but when the food was served, he cleanly emptied the rice bowl.
They then went to the coffee shop they went to often and ordered two iced coffees. Afterward, they sat outside at a table that had a view of the river.
Click.
“Whoo.”
Coffee was served while they were smoking.
“I’ll meet manager Kim tomorrow to see if I can get him to give me information about Yang Jin-Woo. If he does, great. If not, I’ll forget just about it and kill Yang Jin-Woo with just the two of us. Keep that in mind,” Kang Chan told Seok Kang-Ho.
“Alright.”
Now that they had come to a decision, Kang Chan felt at ease.