For three days straight, Kang Chan felt agitated.0

His discomfort didn’t go away even as they examined the satellite images of Luxembourg and looked for Alman bin Jibril. It was similar to the feeling of being unable to change his clothes even though they reeked of cigarettes—uncomfortable.0

Resting his right arm against the window, Kang Chan looked down at the cars filling the roads, the buildings next to the roads, and the sky that took up half the world.0

Distressed, he found himself chuckling. 0

Kang Chul-Gyu's face now had more wrinkles than before. Traces of time were evident on his forehead, cheeks, the corners of his eyes, and his neck.0

All those wrinkles tugged at Kang Chan's heart, especially now that he had been told that Kang Chul-Gyu had to go to a detention center. 0

Kang Chan knew that Kang Chul-Gyu had committed a crime. He killed a man far different from the enemies that they had faced off against—a man who had assaulted Yang So-Mi.0

Suddenly, Kang Chan became disgusted with everything. He also felt very disappointed.0

Was he being selfish?0

If it was selfish to just want to take a day off after working nonstop, then he wouldn’t know what to say.0

“Daye,” Kang Chan called, though his gaze remained on the scenery past the window.0

"Sir," Seok Kang-Ho answered softly.0

"Prepare a car—we’re leaving. Tell Gérard he’s coming with us," Kang Chan said.0

"Alright."0

Finally, Kang Chan turned to Kim Hyung-Jung. "The three of us will be taking the afternoon off, Manager Kim. Those two can protect me, so don't worry about the security. Please leave us alone even just for this afternoon."0

Seok Kang-Ho had entered the room for the foreign agents. Now, he was heading to the office door with Gérard to leave. 0

"You should at least have some bodyguards," Kim Hyung-Jung said.0

Kang Chan had to remember that they were innocent—that they didn't know the relationship between him...0