Suho was at a loss for words. His first impression of the city before him was difficult to describe.0

Is this… Chinatown?0

Of course, there were many different kinds of districts called “Chinatown” in South Korea. Compared to those, this place had a distinctly rough and seedy atmosphere. Neon lights flickered over cluttered, disordered streets and grimy, mildew-covered walls. People loitered on street corners, cigarettes dangling from their lips, their faces tired and worn down.0

“Oh, I know that look! I reacted the same way my first time here.”0

The captain of the guard snickered at the look on Suho’s face.0

“What? Surprised? Everyone who comes to the city for the first time reacts just like you.”0

Grinning, the man took it upon himself to explain before Suho could even ask. He was seemingly proud of this chaotic place.0

“To put it simply, this place is kind of like most Chinatowns in South Korea. You know what they’re like, right? There are Koreans, North Koreans, Chinese, and even Russians here.”0

He was right. The crowds moving through the streets were a mix of ethnicities, and their appearances were just as varied as their nationalities.0

The reason why only those four countries were represented here was obvious. It was most likely because North Korea was adjacent to China, Russia, and South Korea.0

That aside, however, two facts caught Suho’s interest.0

“Young Monarch,...0