“Fuu-woo…”0

Kang Jin-Ho deeply sighed.0

‘It feels so weird.’0

His reflection in the mirror looked like it belonged to someone else. Currently, Kang Jin-Ho was kitted out in a slick, slim-fit navy blue business suit and a matching tie.0

The store assistant responsible for selling this suit applauded enthusiastically at how good Kang Jin-Ho looked and even took pictures as proof. That was how perfectly he suited his current style.0

In the end, it was the person carrying the clothes.1

The truth was, though, none of the Martial Assembly's martial artists looked ungainly in a business suit. After all, physiques tempered through martial arts and physical activities would always pull off a business suit look with consummate ease. Kang Jin-Ho was the perfect example of this phenomenon.0

He looked good enough to get a job as a male model appearing on the cover of a fashion magazine. Even then, Kang Jin-Ho still found his appearance foreign and hard to get used to.0

However, that was understandable. Ever since he completed his mandatory military service, Kang Jin-Ho's attire almost always consisted of jeans, T-shirts, hoodies, or tracksuits. Formal wear, like a business suit, would always feel tight and unwieldy to him.0

However, he had no choice in the matter. A salaryman couldn't just rock up at work in a tracksuit, after all! All attire must fit the occasion, now didn't it!0

‘And I’m supposed to wear this for one month?’0

Jaegyeong’s standard new employee training program usually lasted for around three months. In other words,...0