China, Beijing.
Tadadak!
The sound of running pounded down the long corridor. It was a luxurious mansion, trimmed in a row of red lanterns and gold.
“Riri! Wait, Riri!”
“Let go!”
“Where do you think you’re going alone—are you crazy?”
“I’m not crazy. I’m perfectly sane, Yang Gang. The ones not in their right minds aren’t me—it’s those idiots in there!”
“Shh! Watch your mouth. Want the Public Security to haul you off?”
With eyes blazing, Deung Riwa glared at him. Yang Gang tightened his grip on her arm.
“Why are you doing this, huh? You were the one who insisted we had to block Korea’s solo run. You were the one who first brought him to Beidaihe!”
“I brought him to use as a chess piece, not to be jerked around by him! Look at how this is going! Since when does a great nation’s politics sway back and forth over one old man’s words?”
Thinking of that crafty old man, Gyeon Rei, Yang Gang let out a low growl.
He too agreed the guy’s antics were getting more and more insidious by the day. But—
“……It’s too late, Riri. He and China are already…