Lee Hyeon-Su silently studied Prime Minister Kim Myeong-Chan.0

‘This old man is no joke.’0

He could feel his muscles tense up all on their own. Even though the Prime Minister wasn’t issuing veiled threats, and the two of them were merely chatting away, the one and only Lee Hyeon-Su still got tense from this exchange.0

‘This feels eerily similar to when I first met Chairman Hwang Jeong-Hu.’0

Of course, the Prime Minister didn't ooze the same level of competitive spirit as Chairman Hwang. However, the two men were still quite similar in their ability to overwhelm and pressure others with their mere presence alone.0

‘Seok Dong-Su is a small fry compared to this man.’0

Lee Hyeon-Su thought Minister Seok exercised impressive political clout, but compared to Kim Myeong-Chan? That fool was nothing more than a little punk. A genuine small fry! Relatively speaking, of course.0

“Prime Minister, sir! We do not have any intentions of doing that,” said Lee Hyeon-Su as firmly as possible. “However, the situation this time meant we had no choice.”0

Kim Myeong-Chan narrowed his eyes. “You said your name was Mister Lee Hyeon-Su, yes?”0

“Yes, sir.”0

“Do you know what the politician's most commonly used lie is?”0

“...No, sir.”0

Kim Myeong-Chan suddenly grinned cheerily. “It’s… They had no choice. That it couldn't be helped.”0

“…!”0

Lee Hyeon-Su was left speechless just then.0

“Mister Lee, there is no such thing as an event that gives you zero choice. There are always other ways to handle it. It’s just that those ways are potentially more annoying and time-consuming...0