Bang Jin-Hun could only groan deeply at the sight of Kang Jin-Ho relaxedly drinking coffee.

'Does he really have no plan?'

That carefree—or thought-free—expression on Kang Jin-Ho's face forced Bang Jin-Hun into a serious crisis of confidence.

The image of 'Kang Jin-Ho' in Bang Jin-Hun's mind was that of a crafty man. A mysterious man. Once Kang Jin-Ho started something, he was the type to not give a damn about consequences and aftermaths and flip everything on its head like a Chad. However, it was never clear why he would start something in the first place.

In a way, this felt similar to seeing a powerful machine gun capable of wreaking havoc when it started firing sitting pretty before Bang Jin-Hun's eyes. However, he was wary of touching it since no one knew where the trigger was.

'Yup, I can't trust him 100% on this one.'

Kang Jin-Ho might have said he had no plan in mind, but Bang Jin-Hun wasn't convinced. At least, not fully, anyway. Kang Jin-Ho must be thinking of something.

'Without being as crafty as that, he couldn't have created the current situation.'

Looking at the relaxed Kang Jin-Ho sometimes made one forget... that this young-looking returner was someone incredible.

Was it because he was strong? No.

Kang Jin-Ho was not incredible merely because of his superhuman strength. One shouldn't forget that it hadn't even been one year since Kang Jin-Ho 'revealed' himself to the Korean martial society. Yet, in such a short time, he easily united...