Commander Oh did not wait for dismissal.
The moment the head's voice fell silent, he turned and walked away, his boots echoing against the marble floor of the grand hall. None of the executives stopped him. None dared to.
The heavy doors shut behind him with a dull thud, finally cutting off the filth that passed for discussion in that room.
Only then did he exhale.
His shoulders ached, not from the release of power earlier, but from restraint. From holding himself back in a place where power was flaunted by those who had never once stepped onto a battlefield.
Influence the guide…
The thought soured in his mouth.
They truly believed everything could be bought. Loyalty, bodies, silence. They believed control came from dangling wealth and threats, never realizing that the most dangerous people were those who wanted neither.
Joon-ho wanted only one thing.
And that was Sung-min.
