‘Ah… It feels good to let them have a taste of their own medicine…’ Han-Yeol thought with a smirk.

He held a deep disdain for the TK Group and took great pleasure in messing with them whenever an opportunity arose.

While Han-Yeol was engrossed in thoughts about the TK Group, reporters and onlookers struggled to push through the soldiers. At that moment, frustration boiled over.

"Why did we have to arrive late?"

Two reporters from BMC broadcasting station grumbled, their unease evident as they realized they couldn't make their way to the front.

"I already told you we needed to move faster, senior," the taller of the two, seemingly in his twenties, complained.

"Well, I had no idea it would turn out to be such a significant scoop. I thought it was just a rumor floating around the internet... Ah, I shouldn't have spent so much time playing Overwatch last night," the short, chubby man in his thirties muttered, scratching his head in frustration.

“Sigh… So pitiful…”

Despite their apparent age difference of at least a decade, people might have found it awkward that the younger one spoke so bluntly to his senior. Surprisingly, though, both of them were merely a year apart in age, and their gap narrowed to just five months if counted by months.

Moreover, their relationship was remarkably close, akin to that of friends when they were alone together.

“Tsk tsk… Playing games all day at your age, hyung, aren't...