Numerous question marks.
Kang Chul-In’s facial expression was literally…
“What kind of bullshit is this!?”
…full of horror.
“Perhaps… did I cause you any inconvenience?”
Kwak Jung, the tactician of Lord Vito Clemenza, spoke.
“If I happened to be rude...”
Kang Chul-In interrupted him. He had to ask questions to clarify his identity.
“Who are you again?”
A petrifying glare.
Kwak Jung was faced with indescribable intimidation.
It was the most fundamental question when identifying strangers.
Kwak Jung replied.
“I am Kwak Jung, the tactician of Lord Vito Clemenza, who rules over the land of Paramount at the eastern end of Pangaea.”
“…I beg your pardon?”
“I work for his Majesty, Vito Clemenza.”
“It’s Kwak Jung.”
“Well, you are hearing me speak now… I am Korean...”
Kang Chul-In accidentally spewed out vulgarities, but he did not care. He had a frown on his face.
How can this be?
Two Kwak Jungs?
The tactician of Lord Vito Clemenza, Kwak Jung, whom he had been searching for so desperately after the Great Summoning stood right before his eyes.
In that case,
Did I pick the wrong one…?
It only meant that his own tactician wasn’t the Kwak Jung he had been looking for.
“‘Kwak Jung,’ you say…? I have a tactician...