The Reason for Coming to Korea

Inside the Foreign Affairs Team's Interrogation Room at Annam Police Station.

A small room with gray walls, just a single desk, and a few chairs. A Chinese person with a receding hairline and a menacing expression was half-slumped in a chair. His face was deeply furrowed, as if greatly displeased.

A translator sat quietly beside him.

Inspector Pyo Sejun tidied some documents with a tap, then asked casually.

Why did you come to Korea?

The man blinked and looked at the translator. Soon, a gruff Chinese utterance followed.

"How many times do I have to say I'm here for tourism? Are all Korean Police deaf?" "Didn't you say you came for work yesterday?"

The bald man let out a snort of laughter.

Did I? Well, if tourism counts as work, then yes.

Pyo Sejun, barely suppressing the irritation rising in his throat, continued his questioning...