'Just what the hell happened to me?'

Even after Kang Jin-Ho left, Bang Jin-Hun still couldn't sober up. It was to the extent that the cafe owner got the shock of his life when he entered the conference room after watching Kang Jin-Ho exit the cafe and found Bang Jin-Hun sagging like a soggy blanket on a chair!

Bang Jin-Hun grabbed a glass of cold water placed in front of him, but his hand kept on shaking as if he had Parkinson’s.

The cafe owner asked worriedly, “Have you recovered a bit, sir?”

Bang Jin-Hun nodded after the voice entered his ears. However, he wasn't doing so while consciously understanding his own actions. The inside of his head was still blank like a moron's, and rather unsurprisingly, he couldn't respond to anything properly right now.

All he could do was nod since someone had asked him a question. That was it.

“What exactly happened in here, sir? It was eerily silent in this place, you know?” the cafe owner asked again.

“It... was silent?” Bang Jin-Hun muttered in a daze.

“Yes, sir. I couldn't hear anything.”

"...You didn't hear anything when my hand broke and my gut was impaled?"

“I'm sorry, sir?!”

Bang Jin-Ho looked at his hand, then at his gut, before chuckling hollowly. What a big surprise. He was completely fine, so the cafe owner had to be thinking, 'what's gotten into him today?' right now.

The owner went silent while trying to figure out the hidden meaning behind what Bang Jin-Hun...