“...Dammit,” Noh Yeong-Deok quietly swore while staring at his own house, his expression wasn’t very good. Although he had some fun and managed to blow off some steam last night, looking at that house reminded him of his son's wretched state.

Noh Yeong-Deok parked the car and angrily slammed the car door shut.

Click...

Instead of heading straight inside, Noh Yeong-Deok remained in the garage and lit up a cigarette. While sucking in the unhealthy smoke, he scanned his house again, a hint of helplessness creeping into his expression. Regardless of what happened or how he felt, this matter still involved his one and only son. Seeing the boy come home in that state did make Noh Yeong-Deok's heart ache.

“...How should I handle this?”

Noh Yeong-Deok's current dilemma was deciding whether to turn that damn artillery company on its head or wait a little longer for better timing. Depending on how he used it, his son coming back home from the military service mentally ill could become a powerful political weapon. Scions of rich families dodging the draft happened frequently in Korea, so to have the only son of the serving member of the National Assembly meet with misfortune during his enlistment... Maybe, this event could become the decisive turning point in earning the public's sympathy and trust.

'I shouldn't handle this quietly, at least.'

If Noh Yeong-Deok were thinking of going for it, he would have to make it flashy—noisy....