The room was too spartan to be called a reception room.

There were no windows, and the room was thoroughly isolated from the outside. There were only two chairs present, and one of them was occupied by a man.

Ggee-ee-eek.

Kim Gangchul saw the tightly shut door open to admit Kang Woojin. Kim Gangchul stood up from his seat.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Woojin smirked at Kim Gangchul’s nonchalant words.

“You have big balls.”

Kim Gangchul had been barely able to escape after suffering a defeat, yet he had come here out of his own volition.

When Woojin took his seat, Kim Gangchul also sat down.

“What do you have to say to me?”

Woojin always went straight to the point. Usually, a person used levity and delay tactics to assess the intent of one’s opponent. However, Woojin didn’t even attempt to use such tactics.

“I’m here to deliver a message.”

“Whose message? Toppler? Tell him to come here himself.”

“He can’t come here yet.”

“Hmmm.”

Woojin folded his arms and leaned back in his chair. It was funny, but the uncomfortable seat helped him organize his thoughts.

“Why can’t he come? Does he think he’ll die?”

“Are you planning on killing him?”

“I don’t like people who approach me with some secret agenda in mind. That goes for you too.”

Woojin’s threat was overt, but...