“So you just want me to act as an intermediary? Well, that’s a piece of cake. In fact, many of my guys would love to meet you, so don’t worry. Yes, yes.” Choi Hyeong-Gil said, looking more delighted than ever for having received a call from Chang-Sun. “If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to call me or the Gold Cloud. Yes, take care. ”

Hyeong-Gil even bowed at a 90-degree angle as if Chang-Sun was right in front of him. When he raised his head again, he looked like a completely different man than before he got the call.

“Did something good happen?” Choi Bu-Yong asked quietly. He had been eavesdropping on his cousin’s phone call while pounding on metal. Since he lost his eyes, his sense of hearing had heightened significantly, allowing him to tell how happier Hyeong-Gil became. This was no different from when Chang-Sun had brought him a bunch of [Cold Iron] and [Frost Monarch’s Breaths].

“Hehehe…” Hyeong-Gil suddenly laughed like a villain in a movie.

Bu-Yong raised one of his eyebrows. His cousin used to laugh like that before he played pranks. “… What’s with that laugh?”

“Well, should I tell you or not?”

“You don’t have to.”

“Hey, don’t play tough. I know you’re curious. ” Hyeong-Gil twirled around Bu-Yong as he grinned, making Bu-Yong’s eyebrow rise higher than before. “You want to know, don’t you? Right? You want to know! You have been dying to hear news about Mr. Lee Chang-Sun, haven’t you?”

Clang! Clang!...