“You don’t know the basics of negotiation, do you? Do I look like an idiot? Did you think you could do whatever you wanted to me?”

Seyoung’s voice oozed with killing intent, making the man in the front passenger seat flinch. The man was a military veteran who had gone through his fair share of battles, but Seyoung was a being who exceeded all the standards he had ever experienced.

Moreover, the man wasn’t even a Master, and he had no real sense of what kind of existence Seyoung was.

“… Hmm. Well, this distance should suffice.”

After saying this, the man turned on a small TV installed in the car. On the screen, Hye-ran could be seen tied to a chair with a stiff expression.

The large table beside her displayed a feast of delicacies, and a huge man was chomping away and eating the vast spread of food. This man was Kenichi Shinoda, an executive of a yakuza group closely linked to right-wing organizations.

“Oh, I haven’t finished eating yet, but you’ve already connected. Why are you in such a hurry?...