The room was almost 100~130 square meters in size and was shaped like a roundabout connecting ten roads. Other than that, the only unique thing to note was the rectangular table covered with delicacies at the center of the room, and perhaps that the overhead lighting was very dim.

The ceiling was covered by a thick darkness that made it invisible to everyone below.

Click! A click rang out. Subconsciously turning around, Seol Jihu saw the door he entered through merging into the wall.

Just like that, all ten doors disappeared. In other words, the room had transformed into an enclosed space the moment everyone stepped in.

As Seol Jihu thought there was a way to escape Stage 3, this change had caught him off guard.

“So it became a panic room….”

While everyone was holding their breath and waiting, a relaxed voice broke the silence. When Seol Jihu saw the owner of this voice, his brows furrowed.

The person sweeping his hair up was none other than the man with the slicked-back hair.

‘He’s….’

How could Seol Jihu not know him? He was the bastard who pretended to appease both sides during the first conference, then sacrificed the people from the minority side to escape.

In a way, he was the first person who lit the fuse for the bomb that was Stage 2.

“Let’s not just stand around…. Why not take a seat?” Slick Hair spoke as he stared at the table. “They prepared a real banquet for us. Where would our manners be if we didn’t taste these dishes?”

Did he not remember what he did? Or did he not care?

Slick Hair glanced left and right before boldly grabbing a seat. Then, two other men sat down next to him. They seemed to be the Slick Hair’s teammates.

‘So those bastards also had a hand in that incident.’...