Next morning...

Bang!

Bang Jin-Hun roughly slammed shut the driver's side door. As this was a brand-new car, he had been extra careful with how he handled it. But that was yesterday's story. Right now he didn't have the mental leeway to sweat over a trifling matter like that.

While walking toward the reception with a nervous expression, Bang Jin-Hun switched his phone on. “I've arrived at your company's first floor, Chief Jo. What was your floor again?”

-The top floor, Mister Bang. I've already sent word to the security office, so they should let you through immediately if you give them your name.

“Got it.” Bang Jin-Hun abruptly ended the call, then headed straight to the elevator. The front entrance only allowed in those people who swiped their employee card first, but Bang Jin-Hun was let through without much trouble after he said his name to the security guard nearby.

Bang Jin-Hun stepped inside the elevator and headed to the top floor. The door opened to reveal Jo Gyu-Min waiting for him with a stiff expression.

Jo Gyu-Min pointed toward his office. “Please, follow me.”

Bang Jin-Hun asked in a hushed whisper. “Still no contact from him?”

“Unfortunately.”

Bang Jin-Hun tightly clenched his fists.

'Goddamn it!'

Unlike normal, powerless people, a martial artist should have recovered from their hangover by now, regardless of how much booze they had consumed the night before. And someone as powerful as Kang Jin-Ho would've returned to normal even if they had taken Class A narcotics, not some common booze.

So, the fact that Kang Jin-Ho hadn't contacted anyone...