*Gimpo Airport, Korea*
A private jet had just touched down, humming softly as its engines powered off. The cabin door opened with a hiss, extending a small metal staircase to the tarmac.
The first person to step out was Edgar. He descended the stairs with a wide grin stretching across his face, the kind of grin that screamed trouble and raw excitement. The moment his boots hit the ground, he stretched his arms above his head, cracking his back loudly.
"Ahhh… Finally, we're here. I was getting bored waiting inside that thing."
Behind him, the next passenger appeared—Griffon. Calm, composed, and as cold as ever.
"Relax, muscle-for-brains," Griffon said, adjusting his black sunglasses. "We're in a foreign country. Try not to do anything stupid."
Edgar shot him a glare so sharp it could cut steel.
"Huh? You got the guts to give me orders now, four-eyes bastard?"
Hearing that, Griffon paused mid-step. A vein throbbed near his temple.
