— Good grief... All those stories got taken down? I guess this is the Joguk Ilbo's power? Mind blown...

— The Joguk Ilbo's seriously scary.

— This is the man the sitting president bowed his head to. Chairman Ban owns this country! Mother—!

— Is the prosecution investigating or not?

— The Joguk Ilbo's internet news has been dead for ten days from the hacking. The NIS announced the North did it~

— Our little Jong-un would hack over something like that? There's no money in it.

— For a hack, the stuff that got exposed is awfully detailed...

— We demand the truth about the Joguk Ilbo! Everybody join the Jojinyo café!

— Did our brave Reporter Ma get fired? Send him to the National Assembly!

— The day the Joguk Ilbo goes under, I'll run naked through the Gangnam intersection!

— After selling out the country, the Joguk Ilbo's selling out wannabe entertainers too...

"Serves the bastard right~ Kept all the good stuff for himself, and now he's choking on it. Heh heh heh."

KBC's Producer Jang Gwang-hun couldn't hide a smug smile as the news and comments poured in online.

Other people's misfortune made a tasty bar snack.

In his hand was his favorite thirty-year-old whisky.

He'd been gifted hundreds of bottles of fine whisky and wine.

A spacious bureau-chief-level office, all to himself.

Feet up on the desk, Jang Gwang-hun sipped away, the news for his snack.

Netizens were picking apart the Ban family one after another, starting with Ban Jong-o, CEO of Sports Joguk and younger than him.

"Ugh~ They need to get hammered harder..."

Jang Gwang-hun hung around with Ban Jong-o and shared his table, but he didn't like the man.

At any gathering, Ban Jong-o always took the seat of honor and picked the prettiest girl first.

No one ever objected; everyone stepped aside for him.

At KBC he lived like a king, so it stung his pride.

Not long ago, Ban Jong-o had made a show of walking off with a cute little trainee he'd picked out himself.

He could still see…