Translation of the Remaining Chapter

"Where is Cheon Chun-ho?"

"Well…"

"Never mind. There's no need to know."

The middle-aged man frowned, letting out a bitter laugh. At Sobekho Plaza, beneath the darkening sky filled with thick, rising smoke, the sound of someone shouting continued to echo through the square.

"I am Mandalo!! You cowardly assassins!! Why don’t you show yourselves?! Are you afraid of me?!"

But honestly, who would be afraid of such a spectacle?

A young man, crammed under a woman’s arm like a sack of rice, was yelling at the top of his lungs. The absurdity of the …