Bang Jin-Hun swallowed dryly.

'A different side again...'

He was under the impression that he had already seen Kang Jin-Ho's true face back then. However, this Kang Jin-Ho was different from that version. The best description Bang Jin-Hun could come up with was that this Kang Jin-Ho was an unsheathed sword with its ultra-sharp edge gleaming under the moonlight.

'Is this Kang Jin-Ho getting ready for a battle?'

Bang Jin-Hun felt rather relieved by this sight. If Kang Jin-Ho had joined hands with Lee Jung-Geol and targeted Bang Jin-Hun instead...

If that had happened, then Kang Jin-Ho would have been standing on the opposite side as an enemy and glaring at Bang Jin-Hun. After imagining how he would have fallen without offering a single proper resistance to the merciless assault, Bang Jin-Hun couldn't help but be grateful that this returner decided to reach out to him first.

'Now isn't the time to worry about my position, though.'

Indeed, his priority was his survival.

Bang Jin-Hun sobered up instantly when Kang Jin-Ho frowned a little. “Yes, we've finished our preparation.”

Kang Jin-Ho glanced at the surroundings. “This is your idea of a preparation?”

“I've only gathered a small number of elites. These are the strongest who would not get detected during...”

“These trash are your elites?”

“...!” Bang Jin-Hun's mouth clamped shut like a clam.

While making an unreadable face, Kang Jin-Ho stared at Bang Jin-Hun. "I can already picture what kind of place the Martial Assembly is after...