“I'm sorry?!” Yi Myeong-Hwan gasped loudly in stupefaction. “H-h-hold on for a second, please! Wait!”

Obviously, he knew who he was talking to. And his conversation partner was none other than Bang Jin-Hun, the Master of the Korean Martial Assembly. Not to forget, Bang Jin-Hun already didn't have a good impression of Yi Myeong-Hwan, thanks to the events from last night!

When stuck in this sort of situation, one should do whatever their boss demands from them without asking any questions. If the Assembly Master said turning mud into a custard was possible, Yi Myeong-Hwan should agree wholeheartedly. If Bang Jin-Hun wanted the elixir of eternal youth, Yi Myeong-Hwan should be prepared to dive into the dark depths of eBay or something to find it!

Yi Myeong-Hwan was no dummy, so he knew full well that making a 'What kinda dogsh*t is this?!' face in front of his boss would make his future very bumpy.

He knew that, but... But Yi Myeong-Hwan couldn't help it. He simply had to ask the question!

“What did you say, sir?!”

What a rude thing this was. Not only did Yi Myeong-Hwan fail to restrain his tone, but even the volume of his voice was too loud. He was now muttering whatever words that came to his mind.

However, Bang Jin-Hun could only make an apologetic face as if he understood and sympathized with Yi Myeong-Hwan's reaction. “Well... That's what he said. What can we do?”

“N-no, Assembly Master. Hold on! Let me... Holy cow! What the fu...!”

Some swear words threatened to jump out of Yi Myeong-Hwan's...