"H-he's insane! No—he's a devil!"

Kang Ju-hui had all but fled Jang Tae-san's office on shaking legs. She sat down on a bench by the road and caught her breath.

That look in his eyes at the very end had broken her completely.

He looked like a man who'd killed people.

During the democracy struggle, she'd seen countless comrades tortured and beaten.

He reminded her of the devils in human skin her comrades had described—the torturers.

She'd been a fool to come negotiate on the professors' say-so.

The naive law professors had told her Jang Tae-san was brilliant and knew how to look after his seniors and juniors.

They'd said it without knowing what a terrifying bastard he was. Naive talk.

"Haah... haaah."

Kang Ju-hui gasped for air.

The professors had said that if she dropped their names, Jang Tae-san would treat her well.

At the investment firm's front door, one word to the guards—'I'm a senior from his school'—and she'd walked right in.

She'd even marched up to the pretty secretary and asked for coffee.

She'd made full use of being a Hanguk University senior.

The office was nicer than she'd expected.

It got her blood up for no reason.

A punk his age, she'd figured, had to have gotten rich some crooked way.

She'd meant to use this chance to negotiate and get what she could.

Maybe he'd even become a money pipeline down the road.

The pretty young woman sitting in the office had thrown her off.

She'd taken him for the usual type, playing CEO with a pretty secretary for show.

But she'd been crushed, no two ways about it.

He was a wild beast, plain and simple.

The warning he'd supposedly thrown at Im Jun-hyeong didn't sound like a lie.

The bastard had talked like he'd tear into her right there if she touched him.

She'd have to rethink her whole plan.

"I'm pulling out of TS. There's no winning this."

She ran the profits and losses fast.

Fighting a devil like Jang Tae-san would leave her with nothing.

This was a bastard who'd fired…