“Has there been any word from Bang Jin-Hun's side?”

“No, sir.”

Kim Seok-Il frowned deeply. “He knows the tide has already turned in our favor, yet he's still clinging on? How foolish!”

He spoke with a veneer of a laidback attitude, but his expression was anything but laidback.

'Goddamn it...'

The longer they dragged this out, the harder it would get to predict the next actions of the Japanese. Kim Seok-Il had managed to buy some time, but it was only temporary. It didn't matter whether it was the Yeongnam Group or the Martial Assembly, they would still get swept aside in the proverbial blink of an eye when the Japanese decided to get serious.

Since the Japanese couldn't deploy their entire combat force in Korea, only a small number of elites had infiltrated the country. Kim Seok-Il thought that the best counterattack was to use that 'weakness' to his advantage and hit them with a numbers game.

While doing that, Kim Seok-Il also planned to use the Martial Assembly's connection to the surface world to place simultaneous pressure on the Japanese to make them withdraw. Only then would the Koreans be able to survive this deadly crisis.

But now, Bang Jin-Hun was blinded by some petty desire, seemingly ready to plunge the whole country into an existential crisis. Kim Seok-Il started wondering if Bang Jin-Hun was as great as the rumors made him out to be.

“And here I thought that Bang Jin-Hun fella was rebelling against Lee Jung-Geol for a great cause... Looks like my evaluation...