A Genius Speaks with Money

Christmas decorations were sparkling on the streets, but the night air of the foreign land was still chilly and unfamiliar.

A black armored car came to a stop in front of a luxury hotel in the middle of the city center.

I got out from the back seat and briefly raised my head to look up at the night sky.

I straightened my head while my fatigue was evident.

As I entered the main entrance of the hotel, the grand interior unfolded before my eyes.

It was a sight reminiscent of a palace, but there was no particular inspiration in my expression.

At that time, a familiar voice was heard from the lobby.

“Representative!”

As I turned my head, Choi Seo-jun and Hong Jang-gun were hurriedly approaching me.