After accepting Lee Woo-Hyuk's request, Kwon Oh-Jin used a disposable phone provided by the association to message the whistleblower, minimizing any risks. This wasn’t a matter to be delayed, so the meeting was set up quickly.0

Three hours later, Kwon Oh-Jin sat in a local cafe near Banghak Station, where the rendezvous was planned. A middle-aged man entered, his clothes disheveled and a cap pulled low over his face. 0

Is it him? Kwon Oh-Jin wondered.0

He appeared to be in his early forties, with a weary expression etched into his wrinkled face. There were unmistakable traces of sorrow and despair in his eyes as he glanced around nervously, searching for Kwon Oh-Jin. 0

Of course, Kwon Oh-Jin hadn't intended to meet him ill-prepared. He had arrived at the cafe thirty minutes earlier and suppressed his presence with the Black Curtain as he quietly sipped his coffee. The skill allowed him to conceal himself so thoroughly that even Vega couldn't detect him. As long as he didn’t act recklessly, he could stay hidden from view regardless of ambushes or tailing attempts in the area.0

A cafe employee approached the middle-aged man and handed him a note. “Excuse...0