"Fucking son of a bitch! Fucker! Aaaaaaaagh!!"

The DMC director's office. Yang Docheol, cradling his left arm in its cast, screamed in fury.

It was a souvenir of the beating Vice President Jang Jonghun had given him with a putter the day before the holiday.

It wasn't fair!

He had never dreamed it would blow up like this.

All he had done was send a single one-billion-won complaint to that greenhorn Ha Tae-ung.

Who could have known it would bring on a mess like this?

The way he had always done things had never once caused a problem.

That was simply how he tamed any talent under the agency who wouldn't listen, whoever they were.

Especially against female talent with no backing behind them, it had worked a hundred percent of the time.

It worked especially well on talent in bad circumstances, the kind who couldn't make a living the moment they fell out with the company.

Walk them through the contract terms to scare them, inflate the penalty a little to squeeze them, and they fell in line without a word.

If they still wouldn't listen, you sued.

Whether you won or lost once it got to court didn't really matter.

The process itself, finding a lawyer and preparing for a lawsuit, put enormous pressure on the talent.

Once a dispute with the company cut off their money too, it was over. Most of them couldn't hold out long and threw up their hands.

The Seo Dahui business had just gone the same way.

And Ha Tae-ung……. That punk had been a side issue.

He was just some kid who had stuck his nose into the Seo Dahui business for no reason.

He had figured one big scare would make him drop off on his own. That was why he had sent the complaint.

One billion won!

To Yang Docheol, who had a seat at a DM Group affiliate, it was just a number.

Never……. Never had he imagined that one complaint would become a spear driven into the heart of the Dongmyeong Group.

Yang Docheol's face twisted into…