“...Excuse me, Assembly Master?”

Bang Jin-Hun glanced at the Martial Assembly member. “What is it?”

“How are we supposed to suppress them?”

“Mm?”

“...We can't figure out how to suppress those Yeongnam bastards and herd them to a corner, sir. It's not like we can knock them out with a blow to the backs of their heads.”

“...Ah!” Bang Jin-Hun finally understood what the problem was and scanned the still-stupefied Yeongnam Group members with a slightly wry expression. “Just lead them to a corner over there.”

“Will that be okay? If they suddenly start fighting back, it's gonna lead to one hell of a fuss, Master.”

“You have a better idea, then?”

“...No, sir.”

Bang Jin-Hun tutted. “And do they look like they are gonna fight back?”

“No, Master.”

“Then, why are you asking me, you dumbass?!” Bang Jin-Hun yelled loudly.

The Assembly member flinched and hurriedly turned around to leave, but he still mumbled, “Blooming hell, it's my job to report, so why?!”

Bang Jin-Hun clearly heard that but didn't try to stop that member. More correctly, he didn't have the energy to do so.

'This... F*cking hell.'

He couldn't control this hollow chuckle from breaking out of his lips. His flabbergast had already reached the point of utter disbelief at this point. His mind was still trying to process this situation.

The front yard of the Yeongnam Group HQ was deathly quiet. The wrecked Yeongnam Group members and the witnesses from...