Cai Kechang asked suspiciously, “The Round Table, you say?”0

“Yes, sir.”0

Cai Kechang's expression grew weird as he stared straight at the subordinate making this report. “Okay, so… Are you saying Kang Jin-Ho vacated Korea again and hopped over to England? But now he's back?”0

“...Yes, sir.”0

“As for you... You had no idea about it until now, but you still thought it'd be a good idea to proudly waltz in here to report to me?”0

“S-sir! I deserve death as punishment!”0

The subordinate, Zhang Hao, desperately prostrated on the floor, cold sweat strands trickling down his forehead.0

Cai Kechang was a strict follower of the mantra, “Reward good work and punish failures,” and dispensed appropriate rewards and punishments whenever deemed necessary.0

What happened here was clearly Zhang Hao's mistake. Unfortunately, the mistake happened to involve that one individual Cai Kechang clearly did not want to get tangled up with… Kang Jin-Ho!0

Zhang Hao wouldn’t have any excuses even if Cai Kechang were to execute him right now!0

“The Round Table, eh…?” Cai Kechang leaned against his chair before a smirk floated on his face.0

What if the Crimson King’s faction invaded South Korea during Kang Jin-Ho’s absence? Obviously, that country would’ve been utterly destroyed. Kang Jin-Ho must’ve known that, yet he still dared to vacate his position!0

“Should I chalk that down to him having balls of brass? Or him being stupidly reckless? Even though we’re right next door, he still left Korea…? He’s not...0