“Minister Seok, the word condone is not quite correct in this context,” said Lee Hyeon-Su in an attempt to put the brakes on Seok Dong-Su's rampage. “What we are looking for isn't 'condone' but cooperation.”0

“Cooperation? Really?”0

“Yes, sir.”0

“And that notion alone is arrogance in itself!” Seok Dong-Su growled. He didn't even try to hide his displeasure anymore. “It seems you're very proud of this Martial Assembly, but in the eyes of the government? Your Assembly and this martial world are nothing more than just some overblown criminal underworld, okay? In that case, why should we cooperate with you lot?”0

“That’s not what I meant by cooperation, sir,” Lee Hyeon-Su shook his head. “What I meant was the two sides existing in a mutually beneficial relationship. The Assembly becoming a registered, legally recognized business entity will definitely help the government and the country. For instance, the annual tax revenue will get a sizable boost, and…”0

“Now you're mistaken about something,” Seok Dong-Su firmly waved his hand to cut Lee Hyeon-Su off. “Go talk to the Commissioner of the National Tax Service if you want to keep talking about collecting tax. You came to see me because you know solving the tax issue ain't gonna be enough to deal with this situation.”0

“...Yes, Minister Seok. That’s correct.”0

“What I'm talking about here is duplicity. Duplicity! You lot say the law doesn’t apply to you, yet you still want...0