“This is great timing, actually,” said Lee Hyeon-Su. “What I wanted to talk to you about is related to that topic, you see. I'll deal with the interpretation and translation of the secret manual. However, can you do me a favor in return?”

“You want to handle that?” Bang Jin-Hun furrowed his brow in distrust. “Look here, Lee Hyeon-Su. No, my bad. Section Chief Lee, you get even one preposition wrong while reading a secret manual, and it'd totally screw up the effect of the martial technique. Instead of doing a sloppy job translating it, it might be better to not do it in the first place.”

“No, I get that, sir,” Lee Hyeon-Su responded nonchalantly.

Bang Jin-Hun scowled at that. “What I'm trying to say here is that wrong translations will only f*ck up our younger generation. Are you... willing to take the responsibility in that case?”

“Assembly Master Bang... I've already translated several secret manuals imported from China under Kim Seok-Il's orders.”

“...R-really?”

“Yes, sir. And I haven't seen any negative effects from the martial artists mastering the manuals I've translated, too. If you're still worried, you can always let Mister Kang Jin-Ho here inspect the translated copy first. My previous secret manual translations might have one or two discrepancies but, with Mister Kang Jin-Ho's help, we probably won't have to worry about any hiccups.”

“Mm...” Bang Jin-Hun rubbed his chin. 'Gee whiz. This dude can be way too competent sometimes...'

Was there anything more annoying than someone you didn't like being super-competent in basically everything? Bang Jin-Hun...