‘Huh? Did I hear him right?’0

‘Subhuman idiots?’0

Those who didn’t know what Hwang Jeong-Hu was like got flustered by his declaration. Meanwhile, those who knew him couldn’t help but facepalm.0

Only Kang Jin-Ho and Jo Gyu-Min remained unfazed in this situation. Everyone else was thrown into a state of confusion and panic, but Hwang Jeong-Hu clearly didn’t care. The Chairman’s gaze was firmly locked on Kang Jin-Ho and no one else.0

“Hmm. You’re dressed half-decently today, aren’t you?”0

“That I am,” Kang Jin-Ho coolly nodded.0

“Good. Now you look like a proper human being,” said Hwang Jeong-Hu with a chuckle. “Yes, people must be honest and sincere. But such qualities are not shown on the surface. Unfortunately, being sincere on the inside where no one can see it is the same as not being sincere.”0

Kang Jin-Ho wordlessly nodded.0

Hwang Jeong-Hu looked away from Kang Jin-Ho and scanned the crowd. “That story applies to you, too.”0

He stopped talking for a second while frowning a little.0

“Whatever your thoughts and mantras in life are, I’m not interested. Whether you like it or not, what shows on the surface matters to humans. However, now that I’ve gotten a good look at you all… You all look like a bunch of bloodthirsty serial killers, don’t you?”0

“…!”0

The Assembly martial artists nearly fell out of their seats in stupefaction at that unexpected verbal jab.0

“Here's the thing,” said Hwang Jeong-Hu. “Running a company does not mean you must spend your life burying your...0