“This is pretty much no different from back in Africa,” Seok Kang-Ho murmured under his breath as he drove with one hand on the wheel. Kang Chan and Seok Kang-Ho were currently on their way back to Seoul.

“The men looked like they softened up a bit after seeing you earlier, Cap. I feel sorry for them, but I can’t help but feel proud of them at the same time,” Seok Kang-Ho added.

“Why would you be proud of them?” Kang Chan asked, unable to understand what Seok Kang-Ho meant.

“Well, why else would they be out training for mountain warfare? They were doing what they thought would help them avenge General Choi, weren’t they?“ Seok Kang-Ho reasoned.

That’s a good point. It does make sense. 

Kang Chan put his cigarette in his mouth.

“There’s a resting area for drivers coming just up ahead. Let’s stop over and get some coffee,” Seok Kang-Ho suggested.

“I don’t see why not.”

At the very least, it would mean that he wouldn’t have to smoke a cigarette inside the car. Just like Seok Kang-Ho...