Kang Jin-Ho sucked in the cigar smoke again, then leisurely exhaled it.0

The Master curiously asked, “...What do you think? Is it to your liking?”0

“Well, it's not exactly my style, but…” Kang Jin-Ho chuckled slightly. “I've never been the type to care about how a cigarette tastes, you see? I guess it's just okay.”0

“Ah… I see,” said the Master, his expression cramped.0

To think he’d hand over a cigar costing over three hundred dollars each to a man who didn’t know how to appreciate it!0

The Master felt a hint of heartburn in his chest just then.0

Even heavenly treasures had their destined owners. As a matter of fact, a treasure would be meaningless to someone who didn’t know its true worth.0

While being reminded of that painful fact, the Master tried to smile. “First of all, I'd like to thank you for agreeing to meet me, Assembly Master Kang.”0

The Master bowed while still sitting down.0

He wasn’t just paying lip service here.0

Back when the Master visited South Korea, the two men held an… official conference as equals. But the situation had changed rather greatly since then. In less than a few days, the gap in status between the two had widened to an unbelievable degree.0

Kang Jin-Ho no longer had any reason to personally speak to the Master. He could've easily let his wishes known through an intermediary, like Wiggins. Even so, he still agreed to a face-to-face chat without a fuss. The Master was genuinely grateful for that.0

Kang Jin-Ho relaxedly...0