“...Did you say it came from the Crimson King?”

“Yes, sir.”

The Yeongnam Martial Artist Alliance, shortened as the Yeongnam Group, was considered Korea’s top martial artist organization. Inside the Yeongnam Martial Artist Alliance was its leader Kim Seok-Il with a confused look while staring at his subordinate reporting to him.

Kim Seok-Il slowly rubbed his chin. “The Crimson King, is it... As in, one of the Three Kings, a leader of the Martial Union that rule over China? That Crimson King?”

“Yes, sir. Him.”

Kim Seok-Il frowned deeply. As far as a country's wealth and power were concerned, the gap between China and South Korea should be quite vast. Even so, Korea still occupied a similar level of international status to China in the eyes of the surface world. Meanwhile, China was seen as the powerhouse in the world of martial arts, one that the likes of Korea could never match. But now...

The Martial Union ruling over such a powerful nation was making a request to a Korean martial art organization? Something like that seemed impossible. However, it was happening right now, right before Kim Seok-Il's eyes, no less.

Kim Seok-Il licked his lips. “What do they want from us?”

“It's the elimination of a certain individual, sir.”

“A... certain individual?” Kim Seok-Il chuckled hollowly. “What's the offer?”

“Well, that is…” The subordinate, Lee Hyeon-Su, hesitated and didn't immediately reply to Kim Seok-Il's question. Then, he finally replied with a slightly confused face, “They said all the financial support they gave us...