The fireball set off the fire alarm, and people started to pour out of the building. A wall of soaked people were crowding the exits as they tried to get out. 

“Hey, get outta my way! Why are you guys standing there like dumbasses!”

The greedy Choi Taeoh's will to live was extraordinary. He roughly pushed his way through, knocking people down left and right, before he made it outside. 

“Alright. I'm alive.”

He didn't know what kind of fire it was, but it was just prudent to move to safety first. He couldn't just stay behind. He didn’t trust the National Assembly building's fire suppression system. Choi Taeoh's suspicion and his will to live were as bloated as his stomach.

After barely getting past the group of people, fresh air greeted him. The water from the sprinkler system had soaked his suit, so he wasn't feeling that great. He was already internally grumbling about the dry cleaning cost. He decided he’d rather just buy a new suit. As he stood there, he recovered his sense of dignity, which he had lost as he was escaping the building.

“Uh-huh! What's with the sudden commotion!”

He turned around to angrily scold others. He wanted to know what had caused the fire alarm, but no one responded to him. Everyone was half frozen, and they were shuffling in place.

“Huh?”

The people gathered around the entrance, facing Choi Taeoh.

The two sides were looking at each other awkwardly. Actually,...