Bang Jin-Hun stood before the orphanage boys, scanned them, then slowly nodded away. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, gents. I'm Bang Jin-Hun from the Korean Martial Assembly. So, you're the... weaklings who need my training because you couldn't even handle the juvenile horsesh*t from some weak-ass punks.”

“...!”

Han Jin-Seong suddenly wanted to take a look at a mirror. He was curious about what color his complexion was right now. If his guess was correct, it should resemble a piece of pure-white paper.

Bang Jin-Hun slowly raised his hand to remove the pair of sunglasses.

'...Sir, I think you should just keep those on.'

Usually, sunglasses were meant to enhance the manliness of those who put them on. And, when worn by a rough-looking man, it'd strengthen the impression they gave off. Obviously, that was putting things politely. Sunglasses made gangsters look even more thuggish, after all!

However, it might be a better idea for Bang Jin-Hun to keep wearing his shades. Hiding his sharply-burning eyes would improve the impression he gave off by hundreds of times. No, make that thousands of times!

With those sunglasses still perched on his face, Bang Jin-Hun looked happy-go-lucky enough to advise the kids, 'If those punks try their crap on you again, just grab a nearby chair and smash their heads in. Got that?'

However, with the sunglasses off, Bang Jin-Hun had transformed into an intense wolf who would wordlessly place sashimi knives in the...