Lee Jung-Geol felt weak and miserable as he glared at the three men standing before him. He could endure the physical pain with no problem. What tormented him wasn't physical pain but the betrayal of those he had trusted.

“Sir, please don't glare at us like that,” the man standing at the front of the pack chuckled bizarrely and creepily. “This decision wasn’t easy for us to make, you know? However, this course of action was an inevitability. That's how our world operates, after all. Don't you agree, sir?”

Lee Jung-Geol gritted his teeth. “Are you trying to convince me that stabbing the person trusting you in the back is the way of our world?”

"No, sir. That's not it. No, what I'm trying to say is that the world operates on the law of the jungle."

Lee Jung-Geol glared at the man, wondering what kind of sophistry he was saying.

“Look here, Assembly Master. This situation was the result of your incompetence. Why can't you understand that?”

“My incompetence, you say?”

The man sneered openly. “Yes. If only you willed it, you could have destroyed the Yeongnam Group at any time during the last ten years. If only you haven't been so indecisive and wishy-washy about it!”

Lee Jeong-Geol cried out. “But—”

The man didn't bother to wait for the Assembly Master's rebuttal. “Sir, this is your punishment for spewing boomer nonsense like not wanting to shed the blood of your brothers...