As night fell, aboard the military's designated aircraft.
"Dead? Damn! NSK Enterprises Group is one of the top ten global giants, and I heard even the NUK president is just a puppet controlled by Kim Yong-jae."
Madman shook his head, sighing heavily.
Everything they had experienced that day was a massive shock to him, a "normal, highly talented, and handsome guy."
First, they saw the legendary monster, then Pokpung died at Blank's hands, and even the US ambassador was suddenly arrested.
This was way more exciting than anything from his past 20 years of life.
"You sure we're going to make it out alive? You're not afraid, but we're all just regular human bodies." Madman took a sip of coffee to calm his nerves.
Orson knew that Madman wasn't scared, but the more he thought, the more concerned he became.
Pokpung, on the surface, seemed insignificant—a mere flea who loved hopping around. But the power behind her was not to be underestimated.
