Nevertheless, the pointless waiting had irritated Woojin.

Who is this pig?

It was Woojin’s first impression of Kim Jongun, the successor of Kim Jongil. The young dictator had a weird hairstyle, but it didn’t detract from the man’s enthusiasm in shoving his hand forward to greet Woojin.

“Nice to meet you, comrade. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah. Nice to meet you.”

As Woojin shook hands with Kim Jongun, the North Korean officials standing from their seats, creased their foreheads in anger.

One of them spoke sharply, “Comrade. He is the chairman. Be careful with your words.”

Woojin raised his hand to mockingly cover his mouth, “Nice to meet you, Jongun bro.”

Kim Jongun, who was directly involved, froze. The North Korean officials choked. Choi Haesol nearly fainted.

Ah, it was a mistake. This was a mistake.

Choi Haesol was regretting everything. Woojin hadn’t cared a whit about the broadcast when he’d slapped the Hwarang guild masters silly. She should’ve expected something like this from the start. 

She had been completely wrong in thinking he would be well mannered in front of North Korea’s supreme commander.

In all fairness, no, she wasn’t in the wrong. She had assumed that common sense would take care of something like this. Any normal person would’ve been careful. Choi Haesol’s only mistake had been forgetting that Woojin was someone who disregarded any boundary set by normal people. 

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