Upstairs, while they were making a racket about “the greater good” and “defending the nation,”
downstairs the in-house cafeteria—done up almost like a luxury hotel buffet for the big event—was in full swing.
After polishing off an entire lobster and patting his belly, the world’s strongest Gyeon Jioh was dozing in the sunlight when he was suddenly ordered to head to the logistics warehouse.
「Hey, Mr. Jioh. If you’re not busy, I need you to run over to the Dongtan warehouse.」
「Huaaahm. I’m busy.」
「……Haha. Weren’t you just napping a second ago?」
「I was contemplating. Haaahm.」
「……Please just go.」
Thus shoved along, Gyeon Jioh trudged off with his eyes half-lidded (from sleep).
Before long he was nodding again.
As he waited for the elevator, someone carefully caught his back from behind.
「You’ll hurt yourself like that. Did you sleep poorly last night?」
「Mmmm.」
「Ahh. All-night gaming again.」
He started to nod, then quickly shook his head. Cute. Baek…