"Hm."

Jang Jungseop, chief of Cheonmu, let a short sound out.

The young VIP who had planned this operation and carried it out — which is not the usual way of things.

Having taken part in it himself, he found the result astonishing.

No — a wonder.

For all that he is barely twenty, the way he moved went past the level of an ordinary professional.

Most people go stiff when they come up against a bared blade.

It is the same for Special Forces men.

The whole nervous system locks with the fear and the terror of being run through by an edged weapon.

Only those who have beaten down that furthest fear can work as professionals.

On the ground, Jang Jungseop felt he was looking at a professional of a rare kind.

A VIP there had been something odd about since the first interview.

He required that he himself be struck off the list of those to be protected.

Jang Jungseop objected, and the VIP would not have it, right to the end.

And in that moment he saw a blazing anger in the eyes!

The air of a man about to take an enemy's head off there and then.

Evening came, and the VIP had not been talked round.

Word came through of how the men who had tried to take Protected Person One had been dealt with.

And in the meantime the main body of the thugs came down on the company, where Protected Person Two had stayed on.

They were never a match for Cheonmu's bodyguards to begin with.

Short of carrying firearms, there are scarcely any citizens of this country who could take on Cheonmu's men and win.

They are people who have mastered the special training.

They do not fear a blade a man has to take in his hand.

Thug bastards who put ugly tattoos on themselves and threaten with the eye before anything else.

They have been smashed up with nothing whole left in their limbs.

Finding a way to earn a living from here on will not be easy either.