"Huh…… huh……."

"Kuuuuuuh."

"I really think I'm going to die……. My leeegs……."

A dozen or so Cheonmu guards were sprawled flat on the ground, every one of them.

Cheonmu is still taking on staff. The head count has climbed to somewhere near eighty in the meantime.

Word had gone right around the industry.

They're hiring ACE-grade people! Base salary over a hundred million won!

And every kind of allowance and support payment on top.

This Chuseok alone the bonus for a rank-and-file operative was twenty million won.

Agents out of the presidential security service, and special forces men serving and former, are falling over each other to apply.

But however good a man is, he gets filtered out more often than not. If his character and his past aren't clean, he goes out at the first paper screening.

Even after he gets through the third round of basic training, the final interview with the Chairman is waiting. That stretch is the hardest gate to pass to get into Cheonmu.

Get through the last gate, the interview with the Chairman, take the acceptance call, and it's done.

After that it goes at a gallop: a few things aside, he gets almost the same benefits as the guards already there.

A car, of course, and living quarters, every piece of equipment he needs, and the suits he wears to work into the bargain.

Staying at Cheonmu costs exactly one hardship.

A week or more a month, training with a devil who might as well be a reaper out of hell.

A few guards with unusually prickly natures had run their mouths and squared up the first time they met Instructor Kim Cheolsu.

What happened after that doesn't need saying. Naturally, they got wrecked.

The guards who squared up to the instructor that day came to ten. Ten against one.

After that day nobody at the training ground looked down on Instructor Kim Cheolsu or got out of line with him.

If anything, the longer it went the further they trusted and followed him, past anybody else.

The reason was simple. Instructor Kim…