Thunk...

Bang Jin-Hun watched the office doorway close without much power, then mouthed a fresh cigarette. A smirk of delight formed on his face. “Dumb brats. How dare they try to mess with me?”

Kang Jin-Ho tutted. “That wasn’t nice, Mister Jin-Hun.”

“Mister Jin-Ho, you gotta trample on unruly kids who don't know their place before it's too late. If you are too understanding and give them an inch, they will soon demand the whole nine yards. That's what these brats are like.”

“Then, you should have rebuked them or something.”

“Eiii, that's gonna take the shine off my prestige, you know?”

Kang Jin-Ho narrowed his eyes and stared at Bang Jin-Hun.

'The way I see it, you just have a bad personality...'

Seeing how Bang Jin-Hun was having fun while tormenting other people, Kang Jin-Ho was sure he had a terrible personality. Still, he thought Bang Jin-Hun was an amusing person in his own right.

Bang Jin-Hun took a couple of puffs of his cigarette, then looked at Kang Jin-Ho. “Well, those brats aren't important, is it? The really important part is what we'll do from now on.”

“Mm…” Kang Jin-Ho slowly nodded. It was time to stop procrastinating and finish this 'matter' once and for all. He had been holding himself back admirably well until now, but that was no longer necessary.

Bang Jin-Hun rubbed his chin. “I am worried about the thing getting way too big and out of our control, though…”

“Mm…”

“Too many Yeongnam Group bastards escaping could balloon our problem beyond our control, Mister Jin-Ho. Imagine a crowd of injured men tumbling out of a mountainside....