Chapter 87
The event venue stretched from the front of Gyeongbokgung Palace all the way to the area around Geunjeongjeon.
I’d already skimmed the materials Kwon Taehyuk had prepared in advance, and from the roof of the council hall, I’d gotten a rough idea of the scale—but once we were actually inside and moving around, the place felt much larger than expected.
From here on, Eun Woojeong and I would have to blend in and move naturally through this massive venue.
With a formally invited actor at my side, and as long as we didn’t do anything stupid, we’d eventually be able to locate Kwak Seunggyu.
“Come to think of it, I never got an answer earlier. That number,” he said.
“......”
“It’s really engraved on Hunter Cha Seohu’s body?”
“......”
“Why no answer? Is it inked somewhere too awkward to show others?”
The fact that of all people, this bastard had to be the actor—yeah, that was the biggest problem here.
“You seem awfully interested in me, Mr. Eun Woojeong,” I said, my tone laced with irritation.
Even when I snapped at him like that, he just smiled faintly. It wasn’t a happy smile—more like a smirk verging on mockery.