- How is the progress on your side?

Kim Seok-Il tersely replied, “It's progressing smoothly.”

- Hmm. Korean people's grammar sure is odd, isn't it? From where I am, there hasn't been any progress at all. You haven't done any of what we have ordered you to do, yet you say it's progressing smoothly? How odd.

“...”

- It seems the rumor of Koreans wanting to do everything at a breakneck pace has been greatly exaggerated. A Chinese like me is dying of anxiety over on this side, yet you can afford to be this relaxed and carefree.

“We had a slight situation, that was all.”

- And that situation must be called 'Being Utterly Useless,’ I presume?

Kim Seok-Il silently bit down on his lip. The insulting words coming out of the phone's speaker had stoked the flames of his anger, but losing his temper at the person on the line was not an option, regardless of his fury.

Not only was the other side holding Kim Seok-Il's weakness, but there was also the gap between their strength that had to be considered. Rather than raising his voice of anger at Cai Kechang, who enjoyed the Crimson King's backing, Kim Seok-Il might as well shove a knife down his mouth and fall on his face.

“...It won't take long.”

- You said the same thing not too long ago. And I believed you.

“Look, Cai Kechang.”

- No need for a lengthy preamble. The Crimson King is enraged.

“...”

- If you wish to preserve that pitiful organization of yours, you better utilize every method at your disposal. I hope you...