Flash! 

It was deep into the night. 

Kwak Jung appeared in the Paramount territory with a unit of the Mir mechanized infantry. 

“Hmm… what is this?” 

Kwak Jung frowned. 

The Lord’s hall. 

In any territory, it was the most grandiose and brilliant infrastructure. However, the Lord’s hall in the land of Paramount was miserable beyond words. 

All it had was an old throne, few dim lanterns and a ceiling covered with dust and spider web. It almost resembled an abandoned castle. 

Moreover, the hall was empty even when Kwak Jung, a diplomat(?) of some sort, had arrived for a visit. 

“Welcome.” 

Only Kwak Jun was present to greet him. 

“I assume you are tactician Kwak? I am Kwak Jun, tactician of His Majesty Vito Clemenza.” 

Kwak Jun bowed to Kwak Jung. 

“Great pleasure to meet you, tactician K-...” 

At that moment. 

Bam!

Kwak Jung’s punch landed straight on Kwak Jun’s face. 

“Kuhuk…!” 

Kwak Jun stumbled and collapsed, while he held his bleeding nose. 

“T-Tactician Kwak!” 

“Good timing.” 

“…Sorry?” 

“If there was an audience, I...