“Mister Jin-Ho...” Lee Hyeon-Su cautiously raised his voice, his tone subdued. Calm.0

However, his composed voice didn't reflect his actual state. After Kang Jin-Ho's words slammed into his brain, Lee Hyeon-Su's heart started pounding like crazy for the first time in a long, long while. It was as if he was in a reunion with his first love.0

Even then, he knew he had to put on a calm, unperturbed front. He was worried about the conference room's atmosphere boiling out of control if he also became too excited.0

“I get what you're saying. However... In reality, that is not as simple as you make it out to be.”0

Kang Jin-Ho quietly stared at Lee Hyeon-Su, his gaze also calm. Cold, even. It was impossible to guess what he was thinking from his expression.0

Lee Hyeon-Su felt pressured by that gaze and had to say something first. “Mister Jin-Ho, we are... weak.”0

This was that one thing he loathed to bring up. However, it needed to be said right now.0

“Of course, it's not like we're hopelessly weak. Objectively speaking, the Martial Assembly's situation has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few months. The constant war of nerves and localized conflicts with the Yeongnam Group used to be a major drain on the Assembly's manpower and resources, but we don't have to worry about that anymore. And, absorbing the Yeongnam Group without too much trouble allowed us to painlessly...0