“We’ve got to speed up the Babel Tower assault.”
He’d said he had something important to discuss, and this was it? Gyeon Riok rubbed peanuts between his fingers and shelled them, wearing a face that said “that’s all?”
“Yeah, I know. We’re slow as hell. A ‘leading nation,’ yet only now at the 39th Floor? Embarrassing as f*ck.”
“No, Leader. We’re not ‘slow’—we’re ‘behind.’”
“……”
That bordered on a provocation.
At least, that’s how it sounded to the man in this country who lived most for “tower raiding.”
Gyeon Riok lifted his head. His smile bared a hint of teeth.
“…You’d better have a damn good reason to spout that kind of bullsh*t in front of me.”
“Director.”
Baek Dohyun met his eyes and said,
“In Babel, there’s a title called ‘Director.’”
“……”
Tuk.
Brushing the peanut crumbs from his hands, Gyeon Riok straightened. The posture of a man willing to…