Chapter 117: Short
"Give me all the information you have on Prometheus and Lee Sa-young."
Silence fell. In the chilly dawn air, only the sound of crickets chirping filled the stillness. Jung Bin stared blankly at the black mask.
There were so many things he wanted to say to J. So many things he wanted to ask. How did he escape from the West Sea Rift? When did he get out? Was he okay? If he had been alive, why hadn't he contacted him sooner?
He sifted through the words buried in those eight years. He agonized over what to say, what to ask, and what to swallow. Despite spending the whole way here pondering what kind of conversation they would have, it was all for nothing. Because at his request, Jung Bin's mind went completely blank. Instead, a strange sentence popped into his head.
'How should you deal with a supposedly dead former colleague (a.k.a. hero) who shows up after 8 years and demands classified information?'
Jung Bin came up with a title that would make any anonymous online board explode with comments— something he had never thought of in his life. He felt like an AI tasked with answering questions. Unconsciously, he looked up at the dark sky. The guilt and relief that had rushed upon seeing the mask had long since vanished like scattered ashes. Instead, anxiety filled every corner of his mind.
Jung Bin thought to himself,
'Didn't you say it wasn't a big deal?'
Not a big deal? No, it was indeed a big deal. A very big one.
The fact that J, who was thought to be dead, had returned safely. It was truly something to be thankful for. He seemed to be in good health, with all his limbs intact. That was a relief. However, the amount of information buried within his brief sentence was overwhelming.
'Information about Prometheus and Lee Sa-young.'
J was a top-ranked hunter, and his skill at pinpointing classified information was no joke. How did he know about Prometheus? And what connection did he have with Lee Sa-young to request information about him?