“Hmm…?”0

Lee Hyeon-Su frowned deeply.0

“This coffee, it’s a bit…”0

The agents tasked with monitoring him all scowled deeply.0

“You insane motherfu…!”0

There were no two ways about it, their ‘guest’ was definitely insane!0

At least the agents were prepared, somewhat, to humor their hostage’s demands for a cup of coffee. Wellinger told them to accommodate the Korean as much as possible, after all!0

So, they didn’t mind serving him a cup of coffee. But to think he’d complain about the coffee’s taste in this situation, too!0

Unless his balls were cast out of forged steel, how could he remain so unperturbed by this development?!0

Lee Hyeon-Su frowned while pushing the coffee cup away. “I’m sorry, but I can’t drink this. Do you have Cola, instead? I think that’ll be better than this coffee.”0

“What? You think this is a room service or something? You crazy bastard…!”0

“Oww, come on, now. No need to be so stingy. Surely you must have a can of Coke or something.”0

One of the agents glaring at Lee Hyeon-Su groaned loudly before trudging toward a nearby mini fridge. He yanked the door open and took out a can of cola. While grimacing, he tossed the can at Lee Hyeon-Su. “Knock yourself out.”0

“Thank you kindly.”0

Lee Hyeon-Su lightly knocked on the top of the can a couple of times before pulling on the tab.0

Pshoooweee…!0

A refreshing noise escaped from the can, and Lee Hyeon-Su...0