“I’ve come across a lot of crazy reports after getting elected, but this…”0

Reynold Spencer lowered his head a little after noticing the look on the face of the person sitting before him.0

“I still can’t believe what I’m reading here, Spencer.”0

“We already expected an outcome like this one, sir.”0

“We did…? We really expected this? Are you sure about that?”0

“…”0

Spencer couldn’t bring himself to answer. But he didn’t have to; the person sitting before him answered it himself.0

“No, of course not. If that’s true, we would have been a lot more hands-on with our approach. We would’ve judged the current budget completely inadequate, and we wouldn’t have persisted with the current training regime for the SOB. Am I wrong?”0

“My apologies, sir.”0

“I’m not trying to criticize you, Spencer. I’m just surprised, that’s all. This means all the analyses our intelligence departments have done missed their mark.”0

Spencer furrowed his brow. “Although it’s a little embarrassing to say this, I don’t think that’s the case, sir. The Martial Assembly’s overall combat strength more or less matches our analysis. Where we came up short was with Jin-Ho Kang, the Assembly Master.”0

“Just him, you say…?”0

“He’s an outlier, sir. It’s impossible to analyze him using the same yardstick. If other martial artists are mice, Jin-Ho Kang is a lion. It’s as if he’s not even from the same species as the rest.”0

“Hmm…” the man behind the aged oak desk groaned softly. “The Four Kings, is it? The Four Kin...0