The room fell into silence.
The ashen-gray hair gleamed under the light, and the black mask revealed no expression, making it impossible to read his face. His sharp suit fit him perfectly. The sound of his shoes tapping on the marble floor was crisp. His pace was neither too fast nor too slow.
He was the kind of person who naturally commanded attention. There was a coolness and pressure that couldnât be ignored.
"â¦â¦."
He was proving, simply by his presence, that he was the strongest.
The sound of his footsteps stopped. J stood in place, surveying the room. Hanbaek couldnât help but wonder what he was thinking right now. Did he think this was a place he didnât belong?
Surprisingly, his guess was half correct.
Cha Uijae thought to himself:
âDamn it, why does the meeting room look like this?â
A roundtable meeting room that looked like it was ripped straight out of a high-budget medieval fantasy film, with uncomfortable rankers sitting around it. No matter how much support he had from Jung Bin and Ham Seok-jeong, when you gather so many "super hamsters" in one place, problems were bound to arise.
âI just want to go home.â
Uijae glanced down at the soft, well-fitted suit he was wearing and sighed. When he thought about the trouble he had gone through to get this suit tailored, he realized he couldnât just leave easily. Why?
Because a madman had gone to great lengths to get him this suit!