When you are running a business, there are good days and bad days. The Master tried his best not to be swayed by every little change because of this.

  Being swayed by every little thing is always very dangerous. The Master had seen many people fail over the years because they acted on trivial matters.

  People who live in the back alleys generally can't control their tempers. As a result, they have no choice but to live roughly, and countless of them die prematurely.

  Only a small number of people who can control their emotions survive long in this business. The Master was one of those who had survived until now.

  He was able to survive because he always maintained his composure in fights with his competitors.

  There was no need for him to do anything useless. Giving in to rage was sufficient when exchanging blows.

  In all other cases, he had to maintain composure as much as possible. It was a rule that always applied when trading or doing other businesses.

  However, he couldn't always be that way. Especially when he wanted quiet but someone interfered, the Master would teach the source of the noise just how bad his temper was.

  Today was the same.

  He was resting for a bit after lunch, but it was noisy outside. Usually, at a time like this, someone would report what was happening without being asked.

  But there was no word.

  It was just noisy. Even the sound of things breaking, as if a fight had broken out, made the Master even more annoyed.

  What kind of idiot would cause such a mess? Eventually, the Master got up from his chair.

  "What's going on?"

  The Master opened his door and shouted. However, the sight before his eyes briefly stopped him from speaking.

  Shattered desks.

  Subordinates sprawling on the ground.

  And men wearing clothes he recognized.

  The Master knew immediately what this meant. At the same time, he felt a sense of absurdity that surpassed anger.

  It seemed the cult had attacked again. And this time, there was no salvation to expect.

  Seeing his subordinates, who were unilaterally beaten, it was clear that today would be the worst day of his life. The Master made no effort to hide his sigh.

  Perhaps it was natural.

  His subordinates were known as good fighters in the area. They were not people who would easily lose a fight against most opponents.

  Such men were now rolling on the floor. Seeing the opponents also sprawled on the ground suggested they fought back somehow, but a loss was a loss.

  This was the second time since the previous incident.

  The fact that he was being looked down upon to this extent made the Master's blood boil.

  "Who is it?"

  The Master's voice was cold. His body was hot with rage, but his mind was cooler than ever.

  A man appeared before the Master. He was wearing the same clothes as the cult's leaders, but with fewer decorations, suggesting he was an intermediate manager.

  He was at most in his late 30s.

  However, his demeanor exuded a surprising sense of ease. It felt like watching a middle-aged man with great experience.

  But one should not be fooled by appearances.

  That brat Jihyeon had warned him beforehand. That these guys possessed the same power as him. It was highly likely that the Master would also be knocked down without proper resistance.

  However, if there was nowhere to run, the best option was to prepare to fight, but before that, extract as much information as possible.

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  "My apologies. I merely wished to see the Master, but these people hindered me."

  The man said that and smiled. But the smile was cold and filled with contempt.

  It was a look as if he were looking at trash. The Master hated that gaze.

  However, getting angry wouldn't solve anything. Jihyeon, for a brat, never let his guard down. And he didn't underestimate his opponent.

  But this man was different.

  He possessed an immeasurable arrogance that he was superior to others.

  He could speak as politely as he wished. Anyone in the cult's ruling class could do that.

  But seeing a young punk displaying such an attitude, it was clear that he was bad news.

  "Tch!"

  The Master spat, disgusted. He never thought he would do something he strictly forbade his subordinates from doing, as he always kept his office clean.

  But he couldn't stop the unpleasant feeling.

  That guy was nothing but disgusting trash. Just as the man viewed him as trash, the Master viewed him as filth.

  However, there was still some distance between them. If even a slight opening appeared, that guy would immediately use his unknown power. The Master kept his guard up, gauging the distance.

  The Master asked, pondering what he could do to create an opening and punch the guy in the face.

  "What did you come here for? Wasn't causing trouble last time enough?"

  The man maintained his irritating smile and replied to the Master's words.

  "I just wanted to ask one thing. How much do you know? And there was talk that the person who can control electricity is working with you."

  The Master snorted again at the man's words. Those guys were much smarter than he thought. But still, the way they asked was dumber than any idiot.

  "Is there a reason for me to tell you?"

  The Master said that, staring at the man. The man replied, meeting the Master's eyes.

  "We are those who follow the Leader, who has now become a god. There is no reason to forgive the foolish ones who dare to resist in front of him."

  The man said that and raised his hand. At that moment, the Master received a shock as if he had been punched hard in the stomach.

  "Kuh!"

  The Master couldn't stop his legs from giving out. This was a very powerful blow. The Master prided himself on his toughness, but even he couldn't withstand something like this.

  A little harder and it would be internal organ rupture.

  There weren't many people who could endure this. All he could do was grit his teeth and hold on, but the Master didn't know how long that would last.

  But his pride remained. Now was the time to absolutely hold on.

  "A brat who knows how to do some weird trick has no manners, huh?"

  The Master said that and slowly got up. The blow he took earlier must have been so heavy that he found it hard to breathe, but it didn't matter.

  Now was the time when he couldn't fall even if he wanted to. At first, it was just slightly bothersome.

  But now, it had become a fight he absolutely couldn't lose. So, even if his body suffered, it was time to fight.

  He took a step forward. At that moment, this time his head spun.

  "How dare you... You don't deserve this. Do you understand?"

  The man said that and glared at the Master. But the Master just smiled, despite his head shaking from the attack.

  "Bullshit."

  Before the Master could finish his words, another unknown shock struck his stomach. The Master collapsed again.

  "Kuk... That hurts like hell."

  He couldn't breathe properly. Nevertheless, the Master somehow held on out of sheer spite and continued speaking.

  "Anyway, all your side does is harass people with useless things, so what will that achieve? K-ack!"

  The Master continued to speak mockingly. Then, the smile disappeared from the man's face.

  "Watch your mouth."

  The Master laughed at the sight of the man losing control of his emotions. What they needed to do now was to get information about Jihyeon.

  However, that foolish guy was too incompetent to get information. Torturing someone to extract information was something you had to be experienced at; a fool who only had power couldn't do it.

  "Do you think that much can take me down?"

  The Master said with a cynical smile. Of course, he wasn't doing this out of loyalty to Jihyeon.

  But the more he endured, the greater the possibility that Jihyeon would achieve something. Knowing that fact, the Master was determined to hold out until the end.

  "How dare you?"

  The man, clearly displeased with the Master's attitude, flung the Master against the wall.

  "K-aack!"

  Intense pain spread from his back throughout his body. He had never been hit like this before. His waist was already sore due to his age, so he would have to endure the pain for a while now.

  "A young brat with no manners, kuk!"

  The Master couldn't continue speaking. It was because of the unknown force that was choking his neck. It was that man's ability.

  He couldn't breathe. The thought that he might die right here gripped the Master. But the Master did not give up even in his agony.

  "Damn it."

  This time it was the Master's victory. The man seemed unable to bring himself to kill the Master and released his power, allowing the Master to barely gasp for fresh air with a cough.

  "Don't be too harsh. If I die, you won't get what you want, right?"

  The Master said that, smiling despite not being able to breathe properly. It was as if he was the winner.

  "Don't make me laugh!"

  The man released his power again. The Master involuntarily tried to block the force and felt intense pain.

  The bone in his left arm felt as if it had cracked.

  "K-waaaahk!"

  The scream that erupted from his mouth was a pure expression of agony. The Master writhed in pain that he himself couldn't endure.

  But still, the Master continued to hold on, gritting his teeth.

  "You stubborn old man..."

  The man was about to unleash his power on the Master again. However, he made one mistake.

  He hadn't paid any attention to his rear, perhaps thinking that all the fallen men wouldn't be able to get up for a while.

  Thud!

  A loud sound rang out. And with that, the man fell. Behind the man stood one of the Master's subordinates with a battered face.

  "You're late, aren't you?"

  The Master said that and smiled. This fight was also their victory. Even though the surroundings were a mess.

  "That brat better do a good job... Kuk."

  The Master muttered that through the pain of his injured arm. Hoping that the result he wanted would come about, the Master, along with his other subordinates, was loaded into an ambulance and headed to the hospital.