All the coffins that were wrapped in the South Korean national flag were loaded onto the buses.

While the coffins of the Japanese agents were being carried onto the plane, the commander of the 35th Brigade and the staff officer of the honor guard saluted Kang Chan.

Kang Chan met each of their gazes and gave a brief nod before turning back around.

Walking out of the barrier of modular walls, he saw Lanok and Vasili drinking tea from paper cups on the trunk of a black sedan.

“Are you finished with your business?” Lanok asked gently.

“Yes, Mr. Ambassador,” Kang Chan replied.

“Then let’s go have dinner. I made a reservation,” Lanok suggested.

From about ten meters away, the agents from the National Intelligence Service were waiting for them to move.

“I’ll head to the restaurant with Vasili,” Lanok said.

“Understood. I’ll be right behind you two,” Kang Chan responded, then headed for the sedan that the National Intelligence Service agents had brought.

Kang Chan provided the Russian and French agents...