Chapter 137 (1/2)

EPISODE 137

“If you don’t mind,” Yoo-seong started.

No one understood what he meant, not even President Han Kwang-ho.

“Would you like to talk to me on your way out?”

Yoo-seong wasn’t talking to the President.

President Han Kwang-ho raised his voice nervously. “What are you talking about?” He could not understand why Yoo-seong was talking to anyone other than himself. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m speaking to someone far more important than you,” Yoo-seong said without looking at the President. Instead, he was looking at the man next to him, Joo Hwan-jin.

“Ha!” At this, President Han Kwang-ho sighed coldly at Yoo-seong. “All of a sudden, you’re talking to Mr. Joo? After causing all that ruckus earlier? Have you lost your mind?” Perhaps because it was so out of the blue, but the Chairman could not even make his tone sarcastic.

“Mr. Joo.” Yoo-seong looked serious. “You may be in a security-related position, but I have nothing to say to people who clearly do not deserve their position.”

Yoo-seong did not spare even a glance for the President. “I’m talking to the person who used to be the CEO of Wind Bar, Mr. Joo Hwan-jin.”

Joo Hwan-jin skipped a breath.

‘Wind Bar. How does Yoo-seong know that name?’ he thought.

It was a long-forgotten group. Right before Yoo-seong started his hunter career, the group had been sold with the stigma of failure and debts.

“Wind Bar?” President Han Kwang-ho narrowed his eyes. “It has been gone for a long time now. What a useless story.”

“Well, that’s how it looks to you,” said Yoo-seong.

At this, President Han Kwang-ho’s patience finally ran out. He jumped from his seat and was about to yell at Yoo-seong when…

“I…” Joo Hwan-jin’s voice trembled as he turned to President Han Kwang-ho. “You are a failure, yet you order me around this way.”

“What did you just say?” President Han Kwang-ho looked back at his bodyguard.

Yoo-seong had said nothing but, “Let’s talk.”

The President knew of no meetings between Yoo-seong and Joo Hwan-jin before today.

“Mr. Joo, what are you talking about?”

However, Joo Hwan-jin did not answer.

“Mr. Joo!”

His bodyguard did not seem to be ignoring him on purpose. Instead, Joo Hwan-jin’s eyes glimmered as he looked at Yoo-seong as if they were possessed by something else.

“What is this…?”

President Han Kwang-ho turned to look at his grandson, who was standing behind Yoo-seong.

His gaze seemed to be asking for an explanation or an attempt to intervene.

However, even Han Jae-gyu seemed unable to resolve his grandfather’s frustration. He looked at Yoo-seong with a face full of anxiety. President Han Kwang-ho clenched his fist.

He did not have any inkling of what was happening. He did not understand the atmosphere right now. What kind of effect had Yoo-seong had on Joo Hwan-jin that had made it possible for him to react this way?

‘Even if you do something to Joo Hwan-jin, how could that affect me?’

He was nothing but his bodyguard.

Joo Hwan-jin was close to retiring as a hunter. To President Han Kwang-ho, he was nothing but an ornament he needed, one that had been chosen based on his value in the past.

Of course, he’d had his uses.

The Hankwang Group had acquired and bought Joo Hwan-jin’s group. Wind Bar was the predecessor of Hankwang Hunting International.

More importantly, Hankwang had money.

With any business, it was most efficient to start by acquiring a suitable skeleton rather than creating something new from scratch. Before taking him on as a part of security, the President had seen Joo Hwan-jin for the first time when Hankwang was in the process of acquiring his group.

In order to fully acquire the company’s system and skills, it had been necessary to hire a former representative for a certain period.

However, that was it.

Even so, to President Han Kwang-ho, Joo Hwan-jin was nothing but an incompetent leader who’d failed to manage his organization properly. However…

“You know, if you feel that Mr. Joo Hwan-jin is not enough, it is the same as saying that no one in Korea is lacking,” said Yoo-seong.

Yooseong had just dealt the final blow while the President was still unable to grasp the situation.

“Hey!”

It was the President’s own mouth that ended the game. Only then did Joo Hwan-jin look at President Han Kwang-ho as if he had come to his senses.

“Yes, Mr. President?”

“Let me tell you what this is all about right now. Who do you think you are? You are my guard! I pay you to do as I command!”

Yoo-seong put his hand on his forehead and shook his head. Joo Hwan-jin looked down but apart from that…

“You know what…?” Joo Hwan-jin decided to explain the circumstances to his so-called ‘master.’ “Mr. Oh Yoo-seong just showed his willingness to hire me.”

“You? What for?”

“As you know, he now possesses a lot of things with which to get ahead in this market.”

President Han Kwang-ho knew it. It was said that the Leto Group had taken the Aura and Tech that previously existed on the Korean Peninsula.

And Yoo-seong had taken it back with his own hands.

How Yoo-seong would work with those things was what everyone was currently talking about.

“Let us skip the whole story. Don’t you think I know that? What I am curious about now is why he thinks he needs you,” said the President.

“I think it’s because he thinks he can use my experience and skills. It’s also probably because he’s established some kind of an organization or institution using those ‘things.’”

“Ha!” President Han Kwang-ho said mockingly. “Just because of that? It sounds ridiculous. He talked to me as if he could do anything, and then he ends up taking one of my bodyguards?”

As if he did not need to hear any more, President Han Kwang-ho turned his head to look at Joo Hwan-jin. “Try it. I was expecting something more plausible than this…”

All of a sudden, President Han Kwang-ho stopped speaking. From his position, he could clearly see both Yoo-seong and Han Jae-gyu. They could not have looked more different.

Han Jae-gyu’s face had paled as white as a blank sheet of paper.

On the other hand, despite the smile, Yoo-seong’s expression seemed rather sad. Then, in only a few steps, one more person came into his line of sight.

It was Joo Hwan-jin.

“What are you doing?”

He’d left the President’s side and moved toward Yoo-seong.

“That’s funny,” Yoo-seong said. “It is as if you were asking a restaurant owner why he needed a chef at a restaurant.”

Yoo-seong looked away and turned to Joo Hwan-jin, who was now right in front of him.

He was a former hunter who still bowed his head. Yoo-seong knew all about him. How could he not? Although Joo Hwan-jin had become a hunter before Yoo-seong’s generation, he was an incredibly famous example in the industry.

He was the definition of bad luck, sometimes even a laughingstock.