When Kang Chan dropped his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, Cho Il-Kwon raised his head.

“I’ll guarantee your safety and your family’s,” Cho Il-Kwon continued.

“How?”

“The chairman listens to what I say to some degree. If you trust me and leave now, then—”

SMACK!

“Cho Il-Kwon?”

Startled, Cho Il-Kwon straightened his posture. On his cheek was a handprint with enough details for Kang Chan to see his fingerprints.

SMACK! Thud!

Cho Il-Kwon buried his face into the armrest of the sofa, then straightened back up while trembling so much his head shook.

SMACK!

The outer edge of Cho Il-Kwon’s left eye and the end of his lips got torn and were bleeding, and his cheek had become swollen. He stood up with difficulty.

With his bandaged left hand, Kang Chan tightly grasped onto Cho Il-Kwon’s head.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Since Cho Il-Kwon had thin skin, rips started appearing all over his cheek. It was as if someone had cut him with a razor blade. The...