"Gaoli bangzi……"

Liang Jianguo muttered the old Chinese slur for Koreans under his breath.

"What's wrong?"

Matteo Bellardi turned his head to look at him.

"Look over there."

"Who?"

"Ilseong."

Liang Jianguo pointed his chin toward the middle of the hall.

"Those bastards got those seats through the back door."

One by one, the others in their group turned to look where Liang Jianguo was looking.

Chairman Go Junyong. He was a well-known figure in Korean business. Several of them already knew his face.

The problem was the kids sitting beside him. One young Korean in particular kept grating on him.

Since guests came in pairs, the young Korean who looked about twenty had to be the invitee.

He was sitting right beside Go Junyong. There was a big gap in their ages, but he didn't look the least bit outclassed.

His whole air set him apart from the other kids at the table.

The others were openly curious, but he didn't glance around at all.

He looked at ease, as if the seat he was in were a familiar one.

"Who's that young man?"

"I do not know."

"Go Junyong's family?"

"I would think not."

Liang Jianguo's voice sank lower. That was the part that displeased him most.

It galled him that a Korean youth nobody could place was sitting at the same table as Go Junyong.

Just then, the eyes of the bosses at the table got busy again.

At the end of their gaze were Isabella Hales and Choi Harin. The two were heading straight for Go Junyong's table.

"Isn't that the Hales daughter?"

"It is……"

Isabella went straight to Ha Tae-ung's side.

And that wasn't the end of it. At the top VIP table, Johanna von Eisenberg got up from her seat.

She, too, headed for the same table without hesitation. Matteo set his glass on the table, visibly put out.

Nikola Vuković leaned forward without realizing it.

"That kid…… what is he?"

"That's what I'd like to know."

"Now the picture's getting interesting."

Aleksei Mozov couldn't take his eyes off Ha Tae-ung either. Until a…