“……” After a long, rigid silence, Deung Riwa shot the interpreter a razor-edged glare. “[Did you translate that correctly?]” “[W-well……]” “[Do it properly!]” “[It’s correct, Daegyo.]” Snap—Deung Riwa’s head turned. It was Na Jo-yeon, seated beside Gyeon Riok as the interpreter. In flawless Standard Chinese with perfect tones, she repeated: “[What you understood is exactly right. The Yellow Sea’s Kraken...
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