Chapter 394: Don’t Touch South Korea Even in Death (1)
Darkness swallowed up the day and swished its wicked tail.
The Jumeirah Beach Hotel at the front and the old buildings behind it shone brightly that night. Despite the spectacular evening view from the window, Seok Kang-Ho’s face was full of ferocity.
“Where the hell is that bastard?”
It was long past the time they expected him to arrive.
Jibril was supposed to be staying in one of the hotel’s suites for two days. He should also have at least three appointments scheduled for this evening. Unfortunately, it was already eight o’clock, yet he still hadn’t shown up.
Seok Kang-Ho and his men hadn’t contacted the National Intelligence Service agents since receiving weapons, equipment, and funds from them since they wanted to prevent any blame from falling on South Korea in the worst-case scenario. That was also the reason they only brought the phone that the agents stationed in this country had given them.
“How long has it been?” Seok Kang-Ho asked even though he had a rough guess.
“He’s two hours late.”
At the very least, to uphold his prestige and dignity, Jibril would definitely stay at this hotel.