As soon as he left the Palace, Kim Chil headed straight for a teahouse near the main street. There, he saw a man dressed in dark clothes. The moment that person raised his eyes and saw Kim Chil arriving, he jumped to his feet and hurried to approach him.
"What are your orders, sir?" the man asked Kim Chil in a gruff voice.
Kim Chil took a seat at the table. His demeanour was as calm and cold as always, but for his eyes. There was a slight tremor inside his pupils, that gave his otherwise expressionless face a semblance of life.
"We will act tomorrow." Kim Chil finally spoke after a while. "Make sure to tell the men not to hurt him."
"But what if he fights back?" the man inquired with a perplexed expression. "From what I heard, that young lad is quite fierce."
Kim Chil pondered for a moment, before giving his reply.
