Seunghoon, who was holding on to the steering wheel for dear life, was feeling nervous.

I might become part of history now.

He really thought it would happen. If so, it would be great if he was remembered honorably….

Seunghoon glanced into his rear mirror and caught sight of Woojin looking out the window with his arms crossed.

He needed to make sure, “Are you really not going to shed any blood, president?”

“If you ask me that one more time, I'm going to flip out.”

Seunghoon shut his mouth fast, “Huhp. Understood.”

‘Let sleeping dogs lie’ went the saying, and Seunghoon was no stranger to Woojin’s creativity when it came to violence. So, Seunghoon turned his attention to the traffic.

“Uh whew. If they are going to protest, they should do it in a more organized manner.”

They had been on the road from Seoul Station to the Blue House for an hour already.

Woojin replied absentmindedly, “We can go slowly. There's no need to be in a hurry.”

“Yes.”

If Woojin was in a hurry, he would have flown over with Shingshing.

Looking out of the window, Woojin asked offhandedly, “What are they protesting about?”

Seunghoon explained, “The Dungeon Breaks from a couple days ago caused a lot of damage. The people are protesting to force the government to come up with a countermeasure.”

“A countermeasure?”

“Yes. They are saying the uncertainty is killing...