Cigarette smoke filled the Assembly Master's office.

Inside this smog-like air blurring a person's vision a little, Kang Jin-Ho silently watched the figure of Yi Myeong-Hwan rushing toward his parked car through a window. Seeing that harried figure instinctively brought a faint smirk to his lips.

Bang Jin-Hun loudly tutted. “This is actually funny to you?”

“...”

“I’m telling you, you're a sadist, Mister Jin-Ho. You definitely are. Just what have you done to our younger generation? I'm getting reports from everywhere about how our boys have all gone insane.”

Kang Jin-Ho shrugged his shoulders. “They will return to themselves quite soon.”

“No, hang on a sec...” Bang Jin-Hun was about to say something but could only ruefully smack his lips at how unperturbed Kang Jin-Ho was. Besides, the answer he wanted to hear wasn't that, anyway.

'Just what did he do?'

Even if they had been royally beaten up to within an inch of their lives, these younger generation martial artists and their pride wouldn't allow their minds to get broken that badly. Besides, Kang Jin-Ho only had around five minutes to interact with each martial artist, anyway. Logically speaking, that time was way too short to break anyone down.

And then, there was the matter of the broken-minded martial artists not saying anything when asked about their experience inside the interrogation room. They all carried terrified expressions and were too busy trying to escape to provide a clear answer.

'...He turned them all into useless cripples!'

If Bang Jin-Hun was being honest... He was angry. Even if Kang Jin-Ho exerted considerable influence within the...