Kim Hak-Cheol nervously asked, “What's our next move, sir?”

His conversation partner tilted his head slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean Yeong-Gi, sir. What should we do about him? If that f*cker wakes up and blabs his mouth, wouldn't we be all royally screwed, sir?”

“Royally screwed, you say?” The man, Noh Su-Bong, looked unexpectedly relaxed compared to Kim Hak-Cheol and his deathly-pale face. “Don't worry, that f*cker ain't waking up.”

“H-how do you know that, sir?”

“Do you even know when that brat left the barrack, Hak-Cheol?” Noh Su-Bong smirked deeply. “Tell me, do you really think a dude found unconscious and not breathing one hour after leaving his barrack will be alright after he was revived through some miracle? At best, he’ll become a vegetable, man.”

“Sir, I'm still worried.”

“Hah. You're worried for nothing.” Noh Su-Bong smirked and stared intensely at Kim Hak-Cheol before tapping the latter on the head. “Hey, did you forget who my father is?”

“...!”

“Relax. I've already made preparations.”

Kim Hak-Cheol sheepishly looked up. “Sir, can I really trust you on this one?”

Noh Su-Bong cocked an eyebrow. “What the hell? Look at you, Hak-Cheol, talking back to me and all?”

“M-my apologies, Sergeant Noh. It's just that I'm... really nervous, sir.”

“You dumbass. You ain't gonna survive for long in this world without balls of steel, Hak-Cheol.” Noh Su-Bong cackled insidiously. “I've already made the call last night.”

“Oh...?”

“Isn't it obvious? Otherwise, how can we be outside and smoking like this?”

“Truth be told, I was surprised by that as well.” Kim Hak-Cheol scratched...