Yeouido Han River Park.
Everywhere was packed with people out to relax. Hwanghon flinched, loudly scanned the surroundings, and whispered.
“Tail? You mean paparazzi?”
“Close enough.”
“Where’d we leak from? Not me, you know that, right? ‘Miss Nyangachi’ told me the real time was five, but she told me two-thirty—and then kept real quiet without a word.”
“What, trying to shade me right now? I kindly explained that two o’clock was a fake! I told you more than once I was drawing the big picture!”
Truth was, she’d woken up and found it was already two-thirty and called in a panic, but steel-faced Jioh was unbothered.
“Got it, got it. Girl, I ain’t mad. Three hours ain’t much. On a day like this I’d wait thirty. But those bastards—ain’t even here to wait for their crush, and still so ruthless.”
Hwanghon scratched at the corner of his eye.
With rankers who were always hot topics, of course there were specialist paparazzi.
Awakeners who specialized in covert work usually did the job, and since they were single-minded pros, they were hard to notice.
Even so, they don’t mess with my side.
Hwanghon’s work was…