"Alpha! Is the safety check on the lodgings finished?"

"All completed!"

"The Chairman's friends are coming. If every check is done, move out to the guesthouse nearby!"

"Yes, sir!"

The Heritage Riding Resort, sitting on the skirts of Jeju's mid-mountain country with Hallasan behind it and, in front, the sea running away towards the Pacific — a picture of a place on a hill.

Cheonmu's chief Jang Jungseop gave the order to the protection staff who had come with him.

The Chairman has come to Jeju on an MT for the school holidays. He ordered the cars and the protection he needed.

Jang Jungseop had come into Jeju ahead of the party by boat, with the cars and a dozen or so staff.

He handed the supercar over to the Chairman at the airport and moved on to the resort he had booked.

A resort not much known to ordinary people.

It holds a private riding ground of medium size, about thirty-three hectares.

There is a trail course only guests may use, and a grass pasture where dozens of horses wander loose makes a pastoral scene of the place.

The sight of a herding dog driving the horses along to the stables is foreign and strange as well.

The feel of it is not Republic of Korea at all but grassland in some country in Europe.

"Chief! We shall have the meat on at the guesthouse!"

"Right. Get some rest."

"Yes, sir!"

Cheonmu's men were in high spirits for the first time in a long while. They are on a free trip to Jeju.

A Jeju trip counted as a business trip, with an allowance paid on top of the wage.

They are the lucky ones, drawn by lot out of the staff left at the Newstar Building.

The resort, the preparations finished and every one of Cheonmu's men out of sight.

"The children gone?"

The question came from a solidly built man in his late forties, who had appeared without warning out of a storeroom at one side of the building.

"Yes, team leader."

"How long is it since…