Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl
Irritated by the loud knocking coming from his door, Min Sung, who was enjoying his morning coffee made using his cutting-edge coffee machine, furrowed his brow. When he opened the door, Ho Sung's panicked face appeared.
"S-sir! We have a problem!"
Looking nonchalantly at Ho Sung, Min Sung sipped on his cup of Americano.
"The terrorist behind the explosion! He's roaming around Seoul, blowing everything up!"
"And?" Min Sung asked, cold and uninterested.
"And that means the restaurants are no exception."
Hearing that, the mug in the champion's hand fell to the ground and shattered, splattering the liquid within it like paint. Darting back and forth between the champion, who appeared to be shaken, and the broken shards on the ground, Ho Sung licked his lips anxiously and said, "Sir, we have to stop him."
"Ho Sung Lee," the champion said.
"Find him and hold him until I get there."
"But, sir! That...