The notices popped up one after another.

It's not a game, but even the notices seemed to be evolving.

They could at least give me a level-up...

"What is the Ilsong Society? Who on earth are they, that they'd be after me?"

I'd prided myself on living a fairly decent life.

And now these Ilsong Society people were apparently sizing me up.

It was the first I'd ever heard of the organization.

Gangsters?

"Are they connected to the Ana Group?"

The likeliest candidate was the Ana Group.

If not them, then that thing called my uncle.

"I don't really know either. I only found out after I went under."

If Chairman Do, whose group had ranked third among Korea's chaebol, only found out after he'd gone under, there was nothing more to say.

"I caught their tail by accident. And then, heh heh, I got scared and bolted."

"Bolted?"

"People think I went bust and ran, but that's not it. I went to lie low with some friends overseas for a while."

I'd always wondered about that.

The chairman who'd sunk his group fled abroad, and nobody went after him.

Then about ten years later, he got a pardon.

There seemed to be some other story the public never heard.

"How much do you know about me?"

The question came at me out of nowhere.

Back in my stockbroker days, I'd read his memoir, The Universe Is Wide and There's Much to Do.

When I brought on the Daeung men, I'd looked up Chairman Do Un-jung's personal record too.

A great businessman who, along with Chairman Jeon Jun-yeong of Yeondae and Chairman Im Seong-cheol of Ojeong, had held Korea's economy in his hands.

A monster who'd grown five million won into twenty-five trillion.

He was the king of exports, the man who preached global management so loudly that Fortune splashed him across its pages.

He'd publicly declared he would leave his children nothing, and vowed never to touch unproductive service businesses.

During the IMF crisis, while the other big groups were restructuring, he'd made the reckless move of buying Samnyong…