“Hunter Gyeon Riok! Guildmaster! Please look over here!”
“Ajusshis, out of the way! Jeez, you’re so stifling. We work for the public interest! You think you can just ignore the people’s right to know like this?”
“Hey, did you just hit me? You hit the face of the Republic of Korea’s press? I’m suing! I’m airing all of this!”
When the new-tech presentation ended and they came out, it was a commotion outside.
A scrum that practically looked like a brawl. A scene that had become everyday life these past few days.
“You hear that? He’s going to sue.”
Watching the scuffle between guards and reporters, Sa Sejong slid a glance to the side. The pretty youth in a rider jacket beside him replied flatly.
“Tell him to go ahead.”
Gyeon Riok walked on without sparing a single glance at the people screaming his name with fervor.
The VIP parking had its own separate elevator. Watching that unhesitating back stride farther away, Sa Sejong snorted.
“Anyway, I know, I know—he’s popular…”
Who in their right mind would dare drag Bambi—beloved by the entire nation—onto the stand? Much less when, just a few days ago, even his precious bloodline had been certified.