"Where's that son of a bitch? That bastard — I'll… he's asking to die…"

Mun-jong Lee got out of the car swearing.

"Mun-jong."

Do-beom Hwang, watching the state Mun-jong Lee was in, frowned and said,

"This is Seongjungwon. Watch your mouth."

"Does this look like the time for that to you? Get out of the way, Brother. Hey! Seong-ho Kim. Where's Seong-ho Kim?"

Mun-jong Lee went into Seongjungwon shouting at the top of his lungs.

Slam.

Mun-jong Lee didn't wait for a secretary to open the door of Tak-hyeon Lee's office; he shoved it wide himself, and with the door only half back he was already shouting for Seong-ho Kim.

"Is he in here?"

"It seems you can't see me anymore either."

The door stood open, and there in front of him, of course, sat the master of the room, Tak-hyeon Lee.

Only then did Mun-jong Lee see Tak-hyeon Lee and come to his senses.

"Father."

"So. You can see me now?"

Mun-jong Lee bowed his head to Tak-hyeon Lee.

Then he raised it slowly, and when he found Seong-ho Kim sitting beside Tak-hyeon Lee his eyebrows went up.

"You little bastard—"

"Sit down."

Mun-jong Lee was glaring at Seong-ho Kim as if he would eat him alive, and Tak-hyeon Lee told him to sit.

Mun-jong Lee had heard Tak-hyeon Lee. He stayed on his feet where he was, snorting, wearing the face of a man about to go at Seong-ho Kim that second.

Tak-hyeon Lee looked up at him and roared.

"Sit down! Can't you hear me either now?"

Even at Tak-hyeon Lee's shout Mun-jong Lee couldn't wipe the snorting look off his face.

But he couldn't bring himself to go at Seong-ho Kim in front of Tak-hyeon Lee, so Mun-jong Lee swallowed his anger and sat.

"Right. The man of the hour is here, so let's finish what we were saying."

Tak-hyeon Lee glanced at Mun-jong Lee and turned his head to Seong-ho Kim.

"So? You're telling me you took Byeong-hui Jang in for Ilhyeon's sake?"

"Yes. That's right. Because I judged that Ilhyeon could be put in…