“Minister Seok, sir. Our feast has not started yet. Perhaps starting off so soon is a bit premature?”0

Lee Hyeon-Su tried to sound civil and polite, but the reply he got for his trouble remained curt.0

“I get to decide that, not you,” said Seok Dong-Su.0

Lee Hyeon-Su inwardly groaned.0

‘This is why dealing with boomers can be so cumbersome…’0

Judging from how his chest felt heavy like a boulder, it seemed working in the Assembly’s HQ for too long had considerably weakened Lee Hyeon-Su’s immunity toward a-holes like this politician.0

Despite the stuffy feeling, though, Lee Hyeon-Su was rather familiar with this type of person. Which was understandable, considering martial artists were fairly similar in disposition to Seok Dong-Su.0

Fundamentally, they were all overbearing. They thought looking down on those deemed beneath them was par for the course. One didn’t have to look far for an example since Kim Seok-Il, Lee Hyeon-Su’s former boss, fit that description to a T.0

‘...No, wait.’0

Compared to Kim Seok-Il, this politician named Seok was nothing more than a little sapling. You could search this world high and low and still not find a snake more venomous and sly than Kim Seok-Il, after all!0

Lee Hyeon-Su guessed that Seok Dong-Su must be feeling quite humiliated right now.0

Being forced into attending a negotiation with a party he didn't even want to talk to was already humiliating enough, yet the other party didn't bother to dispatch its leader but some young punk instead! This situation must be unbearably irritating to the politic...0