"Vice President. What should we do?"

Im Jun-hyeong hadn't moved. The head of his security team came up and asked.

It had been an outrageous insult—abuse, even.

Lunatics aside, that bastard was the first person in Korea to treat Ojeong like that.

One order and they could take care of him, no question.

Ojeong could bring its weight to bear and throw a wrench into every business he had.

They could drag his family and relatives down to day labor.

Ojeong had the power to leave him a life of barely breathing, barely scraping by.

A hundred times... more than that?

Im Jun-hyeong was shaken.

The security chief's words weren't even reaching him.

He'd already known from the advance intel that this was the kid's first time golfing.

That was why he'd called him out here.

His father, Chairman Im Seong-cheol, rated the kid highly. But he'd meant to press the kid down a little himself, as his sister's big brother and Ojeong's heir.

Then he'd flatten him a little more with his under-par golf.

His plan to pick at him and make him squirm had been smashed to pieces.

A lone male lion roaming the wild came to mind.

The fighting spirit that had poured off the bastard wasn't easy to forget.

And there was no measuring how far that ball had flown off an iron.

The thought hit him: he'd poked the wrong thing.

He thought he could see, now, why his father wanted to hand his precious youngest daughter to that kid.

That bastard... was no ordinary bastard.

He was like a seasoned hunter.

"Vice President... we could grab the bastard and..."

"I want to be alone."

"Yes!"

The bodyguards stepped back.

He'd rented the course for the whole day, so there wasn't so much as an ant around.

Im Jun-hyeong walked slowly across the grass.

He took stock of his own blade, which had gone dull lately.

"His money won't all be in Korea... Ours isn't either."

For once, Im Jun-hyeong's mind was running at full speed.

He ran through it all, using every management lesson…