The atmosphere of the office, which had once been destroyed by Do-Jin and was quickly restored, was heating up. The heat was, of course, emanating from Chairman Takaku, whose face was glowing red with rage.

Then, with an idea suddenly occurring to Yu-Seong, he clapped his hands and asked, "I've heard that you are also a player, Chairman. I'm seriously worried about your health. Have you perhaps been to the hospital recently?"

He was indeed pouring gasoline on the fire.

The Chairman, unable to continue his tirade, grimaced while clutching the back of his neck with his left hand.

'If this goes on, that yangban might actually faint...' 

In truth, there had been no instance of a player fainting.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged Japanese man, who had been quietly observing the situation, looked at Woo-Jae with a sharp gaze and said, "A child is a mirror of their parents... Chairman, I wonder if you have other thoughts on that."

"If I have to share my opinion…. I think he's grown up quite well?" said Woo-Jae in Korean.

The man frowned as he said coldly, "I don't speak Korean. Please speak in Japanese."

"Ah, right. You're somewhat lacking in education," Woo-Jae replied in Japanese as he snickered.

Noticing that the man’s frown deepened, Woo-Jae said, "Oh, I apologize for my mistake....