'What did this bastard just say?'

He was Lee Gun. So what the hell was this? He didn't recall ever taking in a disciple. 

The appraiser, who was impersonating as Lee Gun’s disciple, spoke with great pride, “Amongst the disciples Lee Gun-nim took under him, he treasured me the most.”

'I never nurtured a disciple like this man.'

The appraiser remained oblivious as he continued to praise Lee Gun. “You can’t be Lee Gun-nim’s direct disciple considering your age, but you're pretty good. You almost fooled me with this item”

'Should I sue this man for being a charlatan?' Lee Gun thought whether he should punch the man or drag him out by his feet when...

“There’s a problem, Appraiser-nim!” An employee burst into the room. 

The appraiser angrily replied, “I’m in the middle of an important conversation. Can’t you see that?”

“But… Outside…”

“Get out! I’m talking with an important guest.”

In the end, the employee was chased out of the room.

Lee Gun limbered up in the meantime. ‘I should get decent data from hitting an SS rank appraiser, right?’

The appraiser started looking for something. As Lee Gun walked up behind him, he brought out an unexpected item. “I received this when I was accepted as Lee Gun-nim’s disciple.”

Lee Gun was surprised at the sight of a familiar item. It was a pocket notebook, one that he had used in the past. The only problem was...

‘I lost it a long time ago.’

Lee Gun realized that he might have met the appraiser before. ‘There’s no way. Is he the kid who was crying after being dumped...