"We're nearly finished with the cleanup, Assembly Master."

Kang Jin-Ho and Bang Jin-Hun relocated to the side of the road and relaxedly drank coffee after the team dispatched by the Martial Assembly arrived and started cleaning the scene up. Obviously, the cleaning crew brought coffee along with them.

The notion of calmly enjoying coffee near the location where lots of people lost their lives in a gruesome fashion might seem incomprehensible to 'normal' logic, but such a thing wasn't all that out of character for these people.

Bang Jin-Hun glanced at his underling. "What about that lone survivor?"

“Sir, we've taken him to the Assembly HQ.”

“...Let me tell ya, that bastard was one stubborn son of a b*tch.”

“I'm sorry?” The underling, Cheon Tae-Hun, tilted his head.

“Bloody hell. He never told me the PIN number to his bank account, you see? He's gonna go to hell anyway, so why can't he compensate me for my bloody car before he leaves?! And he's the one who blew up my car, too! A person should have morals, man! Morals, I tell ya!”

Cheon Tae-Hun dazedly stared at Bang Jin-Hun.

'What the hell, this dude...?'

Bang Jin-Hun almost died tonight, yet he was worried about his car? No, wait. Of course, he'd be worried about it. It cost him an arm and a leg, after all.

Cheon Tae-Hun's gaze now contained a mixture of sympathy and criticism.

A director on the level of Bang Jin-Hun should receive a sizable annual salary from the Martial Assembly. Bang Jin-Hun also had quite a few private business interests, which earned him quite a bit of coin, too.

The number of martial artists not really...