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      People had often compared life with the flowing river or the vast sea. The parts one couldn't figure out were the deep and shallow ends.

     There was a saying that said you'd know what's inside ten rivers seas but not what was inside a man's mind but this didn't apply to me.

     I knew the minds of ten people but not what was inside even a single river or sea.

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      While Ahn Soo Ho was flipping America upside down, Korea was in a chaotic situation of its own. If the 911 was a warning for the 21st-century war, the New York terrorist attack on November 9th was a way of announcing the peak of the war. In the first round of counting, there were 2900 deaths and 5500 injuries. On top of that, there were also a lot of missing persons who weren't counted.

     The government announced that there was a total of 289 terrorists and 281 of them died at the scene and the remaining 8 was being investigated at the police station. They had so many missiles and explosives that they could possibly stand a chance against the army, so people were certain that they had some kind of support backing them up.

     The live broadcast that the terrorists put on at Macy's Department Store was their way of confessing that they were Muslims. On the other hand, Saudi Arabia denounced the New York terrorist attack and sent their sympathies to America and New York. Even Russia, who never left America alone sent their sympathies, and NATO decided to engage in a group operation as soon as the culprits were uncovered.

     However, Korea was in chaos for another reason.

     Hey! Isn't this Ahn Soo Ho? #CaptainAmerica #VictoriaSecret #MacysDepartmentStore

     Wow! That's what I thought, too! That's definitely Ahn Soo Ho!

     Who else could go in there with just one gun except for Mr. Ahn?

     That's nonsense! How could an average person meddle in all of that?

     A friend who works with the Ministry of National Defense told me that Ahn Soo Ho used to be a mercenary.

     Mercenary? Like for war?

     Yeah! Apparently, they call him The Guardian or something like that!

     So he really is a guardian angel! Haha! That's so cringy!

     Didn't you see him use a gun in Monaco? He's different from any old mercenary!

     I saw Mr. Ahn back then when I used to work with the UN! Ask me any questions if you have any!

     Not you again. If you worked at the UN, I work at the Pentagon!

     Then I work at the White House!

     I work at the Blue House!

     No! The Blue House is nothing in comparison, you bastard!

     Are you looking down on Korea?

     Whatever! Why was Ahn Soo Ho at the UN?

     Is he the security advisor for the U.S. President? I've attended one of those meetings before!

     A Korean man as the security advisor for the White House? That's hard to believe.

     I promised to keep quiet, but I'd like to say something as Soo Ho's classmate! The reason why Ahn Soo Ho dropped out of the Naval Academy was because of this damned country's vested rights! The old men don't acknowledge people who aren't like them! Korea isn't somewhere you can succeed with skills alone!

     Hell Joseon! It's called Hell Joseon for a reason!

     Those who say it's a great country are all old!

     All the young people are having a hard time, little ones! We suffered back in the day, too!

     I hate that old man mindset! Old people need to die so that we can live!

     That's all you ever talk about! You're getting old, too!

     Everyone over 70 years old should lose their right to vote!

     Hey! When we were young…

     Any discussion that started with "when we were young" wasn't capable of ending even after 50,000 comments. It would probably go on forever. Yoon Chul, who was looking at his monitor knitted his brows. He didn't upload the post hoping for this kind of response. Kim Soo Jung, who was across of him drinking an Iced Americano, just smiled.

     "I told you not to post it."

     "But isn't this… a little too much?"

     "Not at all! That's just the beginning. You should see the broadcast station's bulletin board."

     The viewer bulletin board of broadcast stations was no different from trashcans.

     "What the hell is Ahn Soo Ho doing out there?"

     "You've already said that a hundred times."

     Yoon Chul pretended not to be, but he was actually very worried about Ahn Soo Ho. It had been like that since the Naval Academy. He called him stupid for defying the vested rights while also not letting go of his hand. Kim Soo Jung liked Yoon Chul for having that kind of loyalty.

     "I asked to see you today… because I wrote my resignation letter."

     "Resignation letter?"

     "I'm going to switch broadcasting stations."

     "To where? HBS?"

     "Yeah."

     The big deal that screwed over Korea before the New York terrorist attack. Hosoo Entertainment had taken over a broadcast station and started their engines in the real entertainment industry. The ones who felt threated by this tried to find any flaw they could, but all of their attempts failed.

     Hosoo Entertainment started off with a fake-sounding name, but as it became more official and reputable, the transition team appointed Director Oh Joo Kyung as the chief director. It wasn't common for a woman in their 20s to get such a position, but she was definitely more than capable.

     "Why? Is Soo Ho going to make you president or something?"

     "Yeah."

     "What?"

     He was just joking so he was taken aback by her response.

     "Seriously?"

     "Not right away. He told me to start as the news director first."

     "Wow! No way, Kim Soo Jung! Don't forget about me, okay?"

     "What are you saying?"

     She went from a producer to a director in one go. That kind of thing was unheard of in Korea.

     "You'll get a lot of internal backlashes though."

     "Yeah, so they told me to come up with a new plan."

     "Who? Soo Ho?"

     "No, Director Oh."

     Since Oh Joo Kyung—who was also Ahn Soo Ho's chief secretary—was involved in pretty much all of his affairs, she was friends with his friends as well. Yoon Chul thought Kim Soo Jung was minding what he was thinking and doing. As long as she didn't leave him for another man, he didn't care. But it was true that she had another man. And he recognized his face.

     "Han Kyung Il?"

     "Long time no see, Chul."

     "Sorry. Soo Ho asked me to."

     Kim Soo Jung apologized with both her hands together.

     "Sit down."

     "Thanks."

     "I didn't say you're forgiven though."

     Yoon Chul still acted cold, but Kim Soo Jung who knew him better than anyone noticed that he had already forgiven him.

     'That damned pride…'

     The only person who Yoon Chul gave way to no matter what was Ahn Soo Ho. The 8 of them were very close friends, but that didn't mean there weren't any clashes of pride.

     "Congratulations on your promotion."

     "Thanks."

     Thanks to his reputation as a heroic ambassador, Han Kyung Il officially got promoted. For a man who's 37 years old, being a fourth-grade official was a big deal. As a result, many things were being said about him. Some people wondered if he was given preference because of Ahn Soo Ho, but the press conference held by Yoon Eun Ji and the other three girls—once they returned—caused a whole another sensation.

     As a result, all the negative comments about Han Kyung Il disappeared.

     "Are you crazy? You're not Soo Ho, Han Kyung Il. Are you trying to die?"

     "Stop scolding me. I already got cursed at by Soo Ho."

     "Did he hit you?"

     "I was too injured already to get hit."

     "That's good."

     "Yeah."

     "Haha."

     Yoon Chul finally loosened up and joked around with Han Kyung Il. Kim Soo Jung just stared on as if she was dumbfounded. She didn't understand what they were laughing about because their conversation wasn't that funny.

     "What are you laughing at? Anyway, tell me more about Lila's kidnapping incident."

     "There isn't much to it. Soo Ho stopped it."

     "Were they just stalkers? Not some kind of conspiracy?"

     "Do you think they were targeting Soo Ho?"

     "Seeing what he's been doing out there, he probably has a bunch of enemies."

     "Hm."

     Han Kyung Il hesitated to answer.

     'He probably has more friends than enemies though.'

     Because there wasn't a single person who didn't cherish their own life. During the days he spent with Ahn Soo Ho, he started to view the world in a different light. The world was big, and the Korean Peninsula was too small for Ahn Soo Ho.

     It was true that the world was noisy because of the New York terrorist attack.

     But in Korea, people were busy arguing if the person behind the Captain America mask was really Ahn Soo Ho or not. Those who used common sense thought it was all nonsense, and those who were all for it compared the live broadcast footage with Ahn Soo Ho's footage to back their claim.

     "What do you think, Kyung Il?"

     "Why are you dwelling on it too much? Just ask him."

     Once he decided to trust Ahn Soo Ho, everyone who used to harass him somehow disappeared.

     'It's not like one person's worrying can solve the world's issues.'

     So he decided to resolve all the issues that he was facing one at a time. As soon as he resolved himself in doing that, things seemed clearer. It wasn't necessary to think about things in such a complicated way.

     He took out his phone and looked for Ahn Soo Ho's number.

     The phone started ringing.

     "What is it?"

     In response to the flat voice that just got straight to the point, all Han Kyung Il could do was laugh.

     "Are you Captain America?"

     "What?"

     "Are you that Captain America at Macy's Department Store?"

     "What are you talking about? I'm busy. I'm hanging up."

     The call ended there. Han Kyung Il looked over at Yoon Chul and Kim Soo Jung and laughed awkwardly.

     "He asked what I was talking about. I guess it's not him."

     ******

     "What are you talking about? I'm busy. I'm hanging up."

     When James heard him scream in Korean, James looked at him with a confused look on his face.

     "Who was that?"

     "A crazy bastard I know."

     A crazy bastard who messed with the mafia just to find some missing girls.

     "Anyway, I think we got screwed over by that wench."

     While Ahn Soo Ho and James was held back by special agent Emily Karen, Tuvalo made a run for it. The truth was, he was let go on purpose.

     'Birds of the same feather flock together. Bad guys are close with bad guys.'

     Illegal weapon dealers were always at war with each other, but on a day like this, it was common for them to help each other in hiding. Tuvalo ran off and hid in a slum in Philadelphia. All big cities had both light and darkness. Just like Harlem in New York, Philadelphia had a slum of their own.

     It was a clear example of what capitalism could do.

     This slum located in between rich neighborhoods was America's reality that Americans didn't want to face. They were those who had the American dream but failed to achieve it. And the ones who had no way to leave the country created their own communities.

     "This friendly city sure is friendly. Even the bad guys are friendly toward each other."

     In response to Ahn Soo Ho's ridicule, James had nothing to say. The place that they arrived at after chasing down Tuvalo was a building that maintained the railroads. Philadelphia was a city of railroads and port laborers. Thanks to the strong sports culture arising from the tough laborers of Philadelphia, "Phillygun" had had an evil reputation for quite some time.

     But there was another meaning to Phillygun.

     Most people thought the name came from combining Philly with "hooligan". However, in the mercenary world, Phillygun had another meaning. Just as "gun" suggests, Philadelphia was home to the biggest weapons group on the East Coast.

     "They need more weapons in order to dispose of weapons? What a horrible cycle."

     "Yeah. America's freedom came from the use of guns. I don't want to deny that fact."

     People talked proudly about the establishment of the country and freedom it provides, but in reality, it was a revolutionary force that succeeded in rebelling. What if they failed? They would have stayed in England. Then where did they get their weapons from? Did they steal them? Or trick people? They could have done that for the first few, but it was impossible to get as much as they had using those methods.

     The illegal weapons coming from the black market were called illegal, but 99% were produced with licenses. The only difference was that they were intentionally produced without barcodes. It was the kind of bribery that was legal, and it took place between countries. The way Ahn Soo Ho saw it, America had three national defense strategies.

     First, economic subordination.

     Second, information raid.

     Third, military mobilization.

     Economy wise, it was enough to have the dollar currency. The spy strategy of digging up scandals among the powerful people of each country only worsened the CIA's reputation. And ahead of military dispatch, America provided the locals of the opposing part with weapon loans. While talking about liberal democracy and world peace, they were handing out weapons all over the world.

     To those with sense and conscience, this was unacceptable. So in order to avoid controversy, they secretly provided weapons with no barcodes on them. Were they all U.S. made weapons? Of course not. As long as countries such as the Soviet Union, Netherlands, and France had licenses, they were able to make guns anywhere in the States. The biggest weapons dealer in the whole world was America as a whole.

     There were no way regulations could be enforced on a national project.

     As soon as Ahn Soo Ho entered the building, someone was there to greet him. Seeing how he was in a suit, he wasn't just a laborer. He recognized his face but didn't remember his name.

     "Mr. Guardian."

     "Everyone moves so fast these days."

     More people started to monitor him when he announced his retirement. As soon as he got inside, he saw multiple armed guards. But it didn't seem like they were there to apply pressure. It just looked like they were there to stop people from running away. When he got further inside, he noticed a table and chairs. The middle-aged man sitting in the head chair got up and approached him.

     "Soo Ho."

     "Jack."

     "You should have told me you were coming."

     "I didn't think I'd be seeing you."

     Jack Spader. He was the head of Phillygun.

     "I heard about Michael. I'm sorry Soo Ho."

     "Then you must know why I'm here."

     As soon as Jack flicked his finger, people who were tied up by a rope came out. Tuvalo was one of them.

     "What's the partner's rule?"

     "You're not the American government."

     There was a partner's rule that applied to any large-scale search by the authorities, but it didn't apply this time.

     "What to do?"

     In response to his question, Ahn Soo Ho looked at another dealer from New York besides Tuvalo and then shook his head. That was the signal. Jack Spader's guard pulled the trigger without any hesitation. The two of them didn't even flinch at the body that fell after getting its head blown off.

     "Why are you being so friendly, Jack?"

     "I've met many shooters in my life."

     In response to Ahn Soo Ho's question, Jack changed the subject.

     "There are great shooters who don't miss their target and the foolish ones that are full of bluff. But even the best shooters didn't get 100% of their targets. That's impossible for a human being."

     Even the best shooters missed at least one out of 1000 targets.

     "Except for you, Soo Ho."

     "Flattery won't get you anything."

     "No, no! I don't want anything from you. All I want is for you to remember my kindness next time we meet."

     Jack Spader knew many shooters, but he had never met a monster like Ahn Soo Ho before. If there were eyes on bullets, those bullets probably belonged to him. The bullets he shot pretty much chased after their targets. Was that how it felt to not be able to run away from death? There was something special to Ahn Soo Ho's shooting.

     "So I prepared one more gift."

     Jack pushed a thick file forward.

     "What's this?"

     "Just so you know, I'm a patriot who loves his country."

     He changed the subject once again. Ahn Soo Ho, who was shaking his head, looked through the file and then laughed.

     "Stinger?"

     "I'm a patriot."

     He repeated that he was a patriot as if he was a parrot. Ahn Soo Ho handed the file over to James. He finally understood the horrible series of events. The finance queen of London and the French African ambassador were too powerful for Jacob Smith to control.

     "Soo Ho! This is…"

     After looking through the file, James couldn't believe his eyes.

     "Check the president and Fitzgerald's schedule for today."

     "Wait!"

     James rushed to take out his phone. Ahn Soo Ho stared at Jack.

     "Was I tricked?"

     "You were."

     "I feel like I got stabbed in the back while trying to make a connection."

     "Who would have known?"

     At that moment, James turned around.

     "The president and Fitzgerald are both in New York! They're about to give a speech!"

     "Why are they crawling into that chaos? Those damned politicians!"

     Ahn Soo Ho clicked his tongue.

     New York wasn't going to calm down in just a few days. Their advisors probably strongly recommended against it. It was impossible to have perfect security in that chaotic region. Fitzgerald crawled into New York in order to maintain his popularity as the star of the Senate hearing, and the president also left the White House and headed to New York in order to restore the points he lost because of the Sao Paolo incident.

     'With how unstable New York is, anything can happen.'

     This was thoroughly planned out by someone.

     'Scott Davis.'

     He had known the truth about his daughter's death from the very beginning.

     'Did he want to take revenge that badly? So much that he's willing to end his own country?'

     The death of the president's niece shouldn't have been concealed. Fitzgerald and his campaign manager shouldn't have used the poor girl for their political gain. However, the biggest issue was that America lost its sense of justice.

     "I prepared the helicopter! We have to go back to New York, Soo Ho!"

     In response, Ahn Soo Ho laughed bitterly.

     'I wonder if I'm any different from Scott.'

     Everyone had the right to seek revenge.

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      The ghost of elections

     Shadow President

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     Scott Davis had many nicknames.

     In order to know more about him, the Davis family had to be asked. The current President Allen didn't have any blood relations with Scott. That was because Scott was his brother in law. He used to be a Darrell but changed his surname to Davis instead. It was true that he had a lot of ambition, but he mainly did it because he loved his wife—Charlotte—so much.

     Jina Davis was given birth to after two difficult miscarriages. He still remembered how touched he felt when she was born. In addition to that, she grew up in the most beautiful and proud way. He had a beautiful heart and dreamt of achieving world peace.

     'You're a gift given to me by God.'

     An angel bestowed by the Heavens.

     He was willing to do anything for his daughter.

     "Thank you, Scott. You'll be a great help."

     "I'm glad, Mr. President."

     Scott smiled at Allan. He was currently in the same car as the American president, who was on his way to New York. The security team was against him visiting New York. After being traumatized by his daughter's death, Scott visited the White House as soon as the New York terrorist attack took place. He then exhibited great leadership and led Allan to go to New York.

     "This country will be born again after today, Mr. President. So you need to show your confidence and class to the world as the American president. We need a strong message if we want to intimidate a hostile country."

     "Won't the assembly hate this?"

     "Don't worry about what they'll think. This is a state of emergency."

     "What about the media?"

     "No one will worry about the Sao Paulo scandal for the time being. If we stress the fact that another free country is being attacked after the terrorist attack in Rome even the Americans will agree."

     In response to Scott's calm explanation, the president just nodded. Allan smiled as if he was relieved. It was hard to meet another amazing advisor like Scott. He wondered how better things would have been if he followed his advice during the Sao Paulo scandal as well.

     New York Central Park was very tense.

     It wasn't just the president's security team that was busy, but other agents as well. In contrast to the press conference that claimed that they would end the terrorists, they hadn't finished anything just yet. They had never looked into who was responsible, to begin with. They were just talking the talk. But it was already too late to do anything now.

     "Five minutes until the eagle arrives!"

     It was 5 minutes before the president's arrival.

     While the secret service team inspected their security plans, the others dispatched agents over divided districts. Half of New York police was dispatched to Central Park, which was at the highest risk, and the national guard bureau protected New York from the skies.

     "We don't have to check people's belongings!"

     "We need to at least tape the surrounding areas!"

     "Use the heat detector!"

     "What do we do about the speaker's stage?"

     It wasn't just the president who was visiting New York. All sorts of powerful people with ambition such as senators, governors, and mayors all swarmed in. And what determined their worth was how close they could sit next to the president.

     In the end, politics was a war of seating.

     "If the president butts in, we won't get a good picture, Sir."

     Fitzgerald's aide expressed his disappointment.

     "Be careful of what you say. You could get a backlash for saying bad things about the president here."

     Fitzgerald—who greeted other attendees and sat at his assigned seat—calmed his aide down. His seat wasn't close or far from the president. He was considered a presidential candidate, but the election hadn't started yet, and he had made a lot of enemies at the Senate hearing as well. Fitzgerald was at a disadvantageous position.

     "You're here early, Fitz."

     "Nancy."

     The woman sitting next to Fitzgerald was a Caucasian woman. She was also a senator who was aging well for her age.

     Nancy Brown.

     A person whose 50 years of age was considered young for senators. She had strong political influence, but she was elected in Virginia. Virginia was originally dominated by the Republicans, but they switched to being Democrats before changing to Republicans again following the Sao Paulo scandal.

     The reason why she was able to become a senator was that the senator of the democratic party was accused of corruption. And it was quite difficult for a newly-elected candidate to win the election. So after she accomplished that, she had a lot of backlashes as well.

     If Fitzgerald was the star of the Senate hearing, she was popular for being a female leader who used to be a prosecutor. During her years as a prosecutor, she had put many big criminals in jail. Among those were criminal organization heads, terrorists, as well as influential politicians. It was actually surprising that a feminist with many enemies was nominated by the Republicans, and it was almost a miracle that she was elected.

     "There's a bad rumor going around, Fitz."

     "Rumor?"

     "According to my friend in law, there's a rumor going around claiming that you have something to do with a murder incident."

     "Rumors are just rumors."

     Fitzgerald made sure to keep a straight face. She was still going around being on top of things as a former prosecutor. The concealment that the president and senator committed was an illegal act that even a grand jury would agree upon. It was buried under the word "national security", but the suspicion would chase them until they died.

     'Do I have to give up the presidency…?'

     If she knew about it, that meant all his competitors knew too.

     "The president has arrived! Please rise!"

     The president's arrival made them stop their stressful conversation.

     Clap, clap-

     In response to the Americans who were clapping for the president who was visiting New York for its citizens, President Davis responded with a smile. The president was even accompanied by his wife and children. It was as if he was stressing that the terrorist attack was no big deal. He took over 20 minutes to rise to the podium.

     In response to the continuing applause, President Davis looked very pleased. Central Park was filled with people. Among them were refugees who were hiding out as well as Americans who were volunteering to help.

     "Thank you, America! Thank you!"

     Following the president's loud voice, the clapping quieted down.

     "New York and its citizens will not fall because of this! Also, our strong nation will not surrender to evil!"

     He managed to make their enemies into villains! What the Americans wanted was clear revenge against their enemies. They wanted to use America's strongest weapons to attack them, and they also wanted to send the special forces to hunt them down like animals.

     America longed for revenge. They no longer cared about the Sao Paulo scandal. That was because if a war broke out, casualties were bound to happen. Since America rose due to gunfire, they knew better than anyone that sacrifice was needed in order to win. Whether they liked it or not, the ones who were sacrificed were going to be presented as patriots.

     Allan Davis felt the heightened vibe. Today's disaster was going to make Americans band together, and he would lead that America and write a new history. The clear solution was always war. After their domination following World War II, America started a war at least every 10 years.

     The Korean war was like that, so was the Vietnam war, and Cuba, Iraq, and Afghanistan as well. War never ended in America. That was their essence.

     'Okay! It's now time to give them hope!'

     It was time to talk about how superior and strong America was, as well as talk about their shining future.

     Bang-

     It was the sound of a gunshot.

     "Agh!"

     Something that wasn't supposed to happen took place. Central Park, which was surrounded by security and the military, was like an impenetrable fortress. However, it was the president's security guards that dominated the president's security guards, and it was the FBI agents who threatened the FBI agents.

     "Back off! Back off!"

     Once the gunshots went off, the whole place turned into chaos. At this point, the secret service should have risked themselves to take the president to a safe place, but he was already taken by unidentified assailants.

     The politicians, businessmen, and other influential people were scared because of the gunfire.

     Those who couldn't run away from what happened almost instantaneously were seized by agents who were either in disguise or had switched sides. Before they could take a few breaths, everything ended.

     "What's this?"

     What surprised President Davis even more, was the calm face that he saw.

     "Scott?"

     Scott Davis frowned when he heard his name.

     "You despicable bastard."

     He then raised his gun at the president and something unexpected happened once again. The unidentified assailants' heads started to get blown off. They all fell over as if they were dominos. The agents who were looking for an opportunity tried to make a move, but James suddenly stopped them.

     "Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

     When people were going crazy at the shocking events, the person who stopped Scott's gun was none other than Captain America. The mask was a little different, but everyone knew that he was the same person from Macy's Department Store.

     "What are you doing? Shoot that traitor! Shoot… Ugh!"

     Fitzgerald gathered up the courage to yell at the top of his lungs, but his showmanship didn't last long. Instead of shooting Scott, Ahn Soo Ho shot Fitzgerald in the foot.

     "Shut up, Fitz. Before I shoot you in the mouth."

     As soon as Fitzgerald sank to the ground, Ahn Soo Ho looked back at Scott.

     "Why did you do it?"

     He changed his voice a little bit, but Scott still recognized who was behind the mask. As far as he knew, there was only one person in the whole world who could kill dozens of agents all by himself.

     "Why? Do you really have no idea?"

     "Was it because of Jina?"

     "Yeah! Those hypocrites killed my daughter!"

     His screaming rang through Central Park through a loudspeaker. Did Jina Davis not commit suicide? People started to mumble. Ahn Soo Ho suddenly pulled his trigger multiple times. James didn't see where it was pointed at, but he had a feeling. He grabbed those responsible and oppressed them.

     "Don't shoot, you bastards! Put down your guns right now!"

     Ahn Soo Ho shrugged his shoulders.

     "I'm listening, Scott."

     They didn't know which direction, but they tried to pull the trigger. It was impossible to catch a sniper using a regular handgun. In case of strange circumstances, the VIPs were supposed to be taken to safety, but no one could lead the president away.

     "Jina… was heartbroken that she was the only survivor. And then, when I heard that she ran in front of a car… yeah. I thought that could have been possible. However, I knew right away that Jina didn't commit suicide."

     "How?"

     "In her will, there wasn't a single word of goodbye. My daughter wasn't a girl with no manners."

     Ahn Soo Ho nodded. He first met Jina in Brazil, but from what he heard, she was a kind-hearted girl.

     "Did you investigate?"

     "Yeah! And that's how I found out! That incapable president and a greedy political scumbag used my daughter as a scapegoat!"

     Scott waved his gun and pointed it at Allan Davis and Fitzgerald.

     "You fucking assholes! I made you into the president, and I helped you enter politics, but you both targeted my daughter and killed her! Go to hell, you sons of bitches!"

     He was swearing at them with all his rage and hatred.

     "After I made them into politicians, they insulted my daughter! Do you know how that feels? Huh?"

     Scott's rage and hatred were pointed at them as well as himself.

     "In my life, I've participated in many elections and succeed too! Scandals, negative rumors, blackmail… I committed all sorts of lowly things in my life! But I wasn't embarrassed to do them! That's because democracy does include evil! Freedom teaches us those horrible things are also our right!"

     Elections were the final decisions of those horrible things. Scott showed the people the end result of ambition and stressed choices that leaned toward evil. It didn't matter if people picked good or evil. Under democracy, all that mattered was if one were selected by the public or not.

     "Dumb Americans! Rich people don't pay taxes! You know why? Because the politicians who take all the bribes made the laws that way! Democrats? Republicans? Liberal? Conservatives? Those things don't matter if you have money, you stupid fools! The American Dream is dead!"

     Scott ridiculed all Americans in front of American television.

     "The White House? The National Assembly? Those punks in DC aren't asking for your thoughts or opinions! They just want your checks, damn it! Don't you get it? They evade all those taxes while taking all of yours! 'We can do it? Let's change America?' That's bullshit that even my old mom can say!"

     How great would it be if people could change the world with words alone?

     "And I'm the one who put those assholes at the top in the first place!"

     Scott despised politics while also believing that the essence of politics could win over evil. He believed that if he could look into evil, he could make sure that justice would prevail. However, he acknowledged his own failure today.

     "I failed! I… was wrong."

     And he was so ashamed that he couldn't handle it.

     "Sacrifice… Sacrifice can't be comforted with a commemorative event. I found that out way too late."

     He found out after he lost his beloved daughter.

     "My daughter… Jina. She was a blessing that I didn't deserve. I thanked God for her."

     She was a precious treasure that he got after two miscarriages.

     "Sacrifice… Sacrifice isn't a given. It's wrong for society to think that's a given. The American way of living was over when the Vietnam War broke out. Racism? Antiwar movements? Protecting animals and the environment? Gender equality? We needed a new way of living after that. And we found it. The new rule of terrorist attacks."

     The system of gaining profit from burning the world down in flames.

     "Greedy capitalists! They always started wars! 911? The New York attack? Look around! This all has to do with money! Today, we fight over oil, and tomorrow, we'll fight over water! I guarantee it! One day, we'll even fight over air! And even then, we'll get tricked by the politicians and go to war for it!"

     The precondition of the strongest country in the world was the power to start wars.

     "I'm ashamed. I'm so embarrassed. And you should all be embarrassed, too."

     Scott not only pointed at the politicians but at the public as well.

     "Fucking America! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

     Americans were no longer superior.

     Scott took a breath and looked at Captain America who was just listening. 'Fucking America' and Captain American was paradoxical. Ahn Soo Ho smirked behind his mask.

     "Do you feel better now?"

     "Yeah. I feel like I've been born again."

     Scott smiled brightly for the first time in a while.

     "Do you still want to kill those two, Scott?"

     When Ahn Soo Ho pointed at President Davis and Fitzgerald with his chin, Scott shook his head.

     "No. Maybe living on with the shame is better than just dying. It's too bad I can't see their last moments though."

     It wasn't just the people at Central Park who were watching. Since the cameras kept rolling, everyone was watching and hearing this shocking sight.

     'The American Dream is dead!'

     There wasn't a better headline for a newspaper's front page.

     "Did you have to do all this?"

     "I… can't live without my daughter."

     "What about Charlotte?"

     "She doesn't know anything. Can you take care of her for me?"

     Ahn Soo Ho shrugged his shoulders, and Scott—who took that as a yes—smiled brightly once more.

     "Thank you."

     His last words couldn't be heard because along with his smile, he pulled the trigger on himself.

     Bang-

     "Agh!"

     As soon as people screamed, the secret service pulled the president and others off the podium and pulled them to safety. It was as if time had stopped, and it had started again.

     "Agh!"

     The world was awake, and it was shocked once more.

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      'I'm going crazy here!'

     This was what the Americans were saying in their heads.

     What happened in Central Park in New York was the biggest catastrophe in history. All the Americans who were watching TV or listening to the radio probably felt like passing out. And it wasn't anyone else but Scott Davis, who put President Davis in the White House, who made the accusations. On top of that, the star of the Senate hearing—Fitzgerald—was also mentioned as a part of the conspiracy, which was even more shocking than the Sao Paulo scandal and the New York terrorist attack combined.

     How low could politics get? As soon as the corruption within the White House and the National Assembly got out, the related persons who were keeping their mouth shut finally started to speak. In this storm, nothing could be stopped anymore.

     Jina Davis didn't commit suicide! She was killed! The Ministry of Justice was silenced with money!

     What's even more shocking is that the ones responsible are the family of a soldier who fought in Brazil!

     Evidence has been found that Fitzgerald's advisor instigated the whole thing! The FBI and CIA were also involved in concealment!

     Did a thing such as justice even exist that night?

     Allan Davis resigned from his position as the president.

     The FBI and the prosecutor's office charged the former president with obstruction of justice and abuse of power. Senator Fitzgerald was charged with all of the above as well as perjury. While those who were involved were being summoned, the federal grand jury scheduled a hearing. Fitzgerald was set to be the star of the hearing once again, but what was funny was that he would be the one answering the questions this time instead of the one asking them.

     Scott committed suicide in front of everybody.

     Whether the president was good or bad, people thought he should have been considered a terrorist for attacking the president, but most thought he was more of a whistleblower. Scott was called a patriot for his disobedience. They thought that in order to stop the crime of someone as powerful as the president, he had no choice but to commit an illegal crime.

     America and its citizens were very shocked.

     They probably had no idea that their system fell to such a new low. Those who were supposed to be monitoring the politicians were busy sucking up to them at their feet. What could such a corrupt monitoring system do at this point? The Democratic Party who held the power, as well as the Republican Party, didn't know what to do with this case. That was because no matter what people said about Allan Davis, he was a president chosen by the Democratic Party, and Fitzgerald was a Republican senator who was a candidate for the presidency.

     "Did you mean to just let Scott talk, Soo Ho?"

     "I'm not sure. I just wanted to show that I have manners too. Scott Davis… was a good friend."

     They weren't actually that close. But on Ahn Soo Ho's client list wasn't Scott, but his wife—Charlotte.

     "What do you think will happen next, Nancy?"

     "Our country doesn't have the guilty-by-association system… but Charlotte will probably have a hard time. Somebody is bound to try to put the responsibility of the New York tragedy on Scott."

     Nancy Brown laughed bitterly and sipped her wine. If the Democratic Party had abandoned Allan Davis, the Republican Party would have abandoned Fitzgerald as well. If he hadn't resigned from his post, the impeachment process would have begun, and 99.9% would have been impeached. That was a political risk that no one could handle.

     "What if I decide to protect her?"

     "Are you asking me to stop them from calling witnesses?"

     "That's right."

     Scott committed suicide.

     If he had been arrested instead of dying, the situation would have been much worse. It was not right to do this to a woman who lost both her daughter and husband, but the American government probably would have ripped the Davis family to shreds. That was because depending on how they view it, it could very well be perceived as a family fight within the Davis household.

     "Rumors about the Davis family will probably start coming out. They'll ruin Scott's reputation and make him into a villain. The fact that he was an election strategist will probably not look very good to the public."

     "He confessed that he had failed right in front of the cameras. There's no better source than that. Did the Republican party get to work?"

     "Yes, they did."

     The Republican Party already started to kill off Scott.

     "Since they obtained medical records of his depression and psychiatric consultations, they will suspect that he was a mental patient. That will be the beginning."

     If many people worked together, making a person into a mental patient was not a hard task. They would probably have interviews with schools that he went to as well as his past business partners and obtain information that would benefit them. Since creating scandals, negative rumors, and using blackmail was Scott's specialty, this situation couldn't have been any more ironic.

     'What goes around comes around.'

     Or this could just be how things work in politics.

     "Not Charlotte."

     "Why not?"

     "Because I made a promise."

     Ahn Soo Ho made a promise to Scott that he would take care of Charlotte.

     "The public wants a scapegoat."

     "Was Jina Davis' wrongful death not enough?"

     "Her death was unfortunate… but Scott definitely went too far."

     "Do you really think so?"

     "What do you mean by that?"

     Ahn Soo Ho laughed quietly, but his smile was big as ever.

     "If I were him, I wouldn't have stopped there."

     "Hm."

     Nancy groaned loudly.

     "Don't forget. I'm being very generous to America right now."

     "I'm aware of that and thankful for it."

     The reason why he got involved in this was that he loved his subordinate, and his job wasn't over just yet. He was just taking a break. Logically speaking, one might have wondered if he was taking it too far, but he was someone who could kill snipers with a regular handgun. It was highly likely that the rumors going around about him were true.

     'A person with supernatural powers.'

     The rumors about him having supernatural powers helped him out this time around.

     "Leave Charlotte alone."

     "I'll deliver the message."

     "You can use my name if you want, Nancy. Just make it happen."

     She smiled brightly. This might have been what she was hoping to hear. If she could be Ahn Soo Ho's stand-in, that would help her as a newly-elected member of the National Assembly. Since the powerful Senator Fitzgerald was out of the picture, the power structure within the party was bound to change.

     "Then what about the Democratic Party?"

     "Speaking of which, here he comes."

     Ahn Soo Ho stopped talking and pointed behind Nancy with his chin. The person who showed up dressed in a suit was none other than James Black. However, he had shaved off all his facial hair and looked like a middle-aged man.

     "Do you know each other?"

     "No, this is our first time meeting."

     "Then say hello."

     The way his muscles protruded out of his suit would make anyone feel nervous. James Black said hello to Nancy Brown.

     "I'm going to go through you two to speak with and make negotiations with the American government. But just so we're clear, I'm not your superior. We're kind of like business partners."

     "Will other people see it that way, too?"

     "That's for you and Nancy to worry about. Okay, then. Let's start with our first matter of business."

     "Not the Charlotte issue?"

     "No."

     "Then?"

     "I want to have free access to the US Armed Forces facilities in Korea."

     It was possible that the vibe in Korea was partly responsible for Michael's ridiculous death. Even if he had no reason to use guns, he shouldn't have slacked off. He was going to make a training camp in the Philippines, but it didn't make sense for him to fly all the way there just to practice his shooting.

     "Ha! It's possible to just give it to you but not other civilians."

     "I called you two so that I can make that happen."

     "What do we get out of this?"

     Ahn Soo Ho shrugged his shoulders.

     "If there's something you want, show me what you're capable of first."

     ******

     After the New York terrorist attack, Han Chae Kyung's name became very well known. At first, she was called the private jet girl after she got on Ahn Soo Ho's private jet, but after she provided a safe house for the refugees of the New York terrorist attack, she became known as an angel who was beautiful both inside and out.

     As a result of the New York catastrophe at Central Park, America was going through the same candlelit vigil situation that Korea went through a few months earlier. Despite the resistance of the law enforcement authorities, the vigils kept on going, and one Korean netizen introduced the vigils as a Korean export on YouTube and became a hot topic of conversation.

     One anti-American even said Korea and America were very much alike when it came to corruption. On the internet, America was being ridiculed more harshly than ever before. The true enemy of the world wasn't the Islamic terrorists, but the capitalists who took the citizens' money.

     There were many posts criticizing capitalists before the incident as well, but compared to that, it had really exploded this time. Everyone who hated the States pounced at the opportunity. When one extreme thing happened, it was expected that other extremes would follow. In contrast to those who were anti-American, there were also those who were claiming that the Americans' belief was correct and understandable.

     Those who were on America's side and stressing nationalism were extreme Christians. Those who were against America were the antichrist, and the Islamic terrorists were the evil forces trying to overturn Heaven. But an even bigger problem was the autochthonic terrorists also known as the lonely wolves, and these guys were rarely caught even by the intelligence agencies.

     That was because instead of being in an organization formed by a religion or a network, they were lonely terrorists who acted alone. What if a person wanted to go to a shopping mall one day and shoot a gun? Or what if a person wanted to go to a school and shoot them down? What if a person wanted to blow up a workplace that fired him or her unjustly? A white person who wants to burn down Harlem and a black person who wanted to burn down Wall Street. There were many people who wanted to blow up City Hall because they didn't want to pay taxes.

     Scott Davis' terror failed.

     However, his failure that was broadcasted on TV made the American government anxious while making the lonely wolves more inspired and courageous. 'Fucking America! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' The New York catastrophe was still taking place. Among a candlelight vigil, someone set a bomb and killed and injured dozens of people.

     The martial law restricted freedom, but with the president resigning and the White House being full of criminals, there was no way the country could function normally. As soon as the incapable vice-president took power, the country went out of control. It was uncertain whether Scott should have been praised for putting such fools in the White House, or if the Democratic Party and the Americans should have been insulted for being so easily fooled.

     Whether America was on the edge of a cliff or not, Ahn Soo Ho didn't care.

     He was busy participating in an interview held at Kim Na Hee's cleaned up residence in New York. They were Korean reporters who wanted to speak to Han Chae Kyung. KBS, MBC, SBS, Yeonhap News were a few of them, and there were many newspapers as well. What was funny was that the star, Han Chae Kyung was pushed to the back while Ahn Soo Ho got all the questions.

     Q: There are rumors claiming you're Captain America. What do you have to say about that?"

     A: Nonsense.

     Q. What about the rumors claiming that you and Han Chae Kyung are in a relationship?

     A: Bullshit.

     Q: What about the rumors claiming that you caused the New York terrorist attack with a Middle East rich man?

     A: That's absolute bullshit.

     Q: There are also rumors claiming that Hosoo Entertainment Group will be buying Holly Corporation.

     A: Oh! That's a new one!

     That was generally how the interview went.

     When Ahn Soo Ho was told that a guest arrived, he left the busy living room. They weren't there to interview him in the first place. He was just caught at the wrong time. They smacked their lips at Ahn Soo Ho's exit and then put their focus back on the star of the interviews.

     "Why is it so noisy?"

     "Reporters are here."

     "Huh? Are we having a formal press conference?"

     "No, not the Yankees. They're from Korea."

     If James Black was a muscular man even in his middle years, Scott Warren was a dandy man who was aging well. People wondered if his style was that of any Hollywood producer. However, in Ahn Soo Hoh's eyes, he just looked like a cheater.

     "What about your divorce?"

     "Don't even bring it up. It's annoying me like crazy."

     Scott lied down on the couch.

     "I knew this would happen since you only looked for young women."

     "You're one to talk. You're dating Miss Jang."

     "Our love is real."

     Scott scoffed and then chugged a bottle of liquor that was beside him.

     "How much are you going to give me."

     "How much do you need?"

     They both got right to the point.

     "Seven bills."

     "700 million dollars? You lost that much?"

     "No, I'm going to make a new investment."

     "Is there a place where Holly Corporation could grow more?"

     Holly Corporation was a very big company worth 500 million dollars for market capitalization alone. One out of five successful stars of the American entertainment industry was under this agency. Seeing how they had a system of mainly using personal managers, they had always been a distinct group.

     "No! I'm not telling you to invest in Holly Corporation. The old men of the Academy and Grammy Awards might come with a lot of money, but they hate any investor who's not American."

     "Because of Japan?"

     During the 1980s, half of America's industries were attacked by Japanese brands and Americans who didn't know very much jolted away at the sound of Japan. They successfully put a leash on Japan with the Plaza Agreement a few years later, but that was after the Japanese capital swept North America a few times already.

     Hollywood received a big blow as well. If one looked through movies made in the 1980s, one could see the cities in those movies being swarmed with Japanese neon signs and street food in the future. This was what made people scared, that all of America would be overflowing with Japanese products in the near future.

     "Yeah. Sony, for example."

     In America's entertainment industry, Asian corporations also took up a portion in music and film. Foreigners thought that the actors, singers, comedians, and producers of Hollywood were very progressive, but the American entertainment industry was more conservative and suffered the most racism compared to any other profitable groups. For that reason, Sony's appearance was like a rebellion.

     "But the old men are out of their minds right now. This might be the right time."

     "I'm sensing some impure intentions."

     After going to court for his consensual divorce, Scott had to cough up a lot of money for alimony.

     "I can't say you're wrong."

     "How much did you lose?"

     "One and a half."

     "Ha!"

     150 million dollars? No matter how rich Scott was, losing that much meant he had to sell his stocks or something of that nature. American banks didn't let their clients keep their cash, but rather made them "invest" it by selling all sorts of financial products. In contrast to Korea, where any money you kept at a bank accumulated interest, America charged extra money to set up the account as well as keep them open. That didn't apply to the VIPs, but most civilians could only open accounts with a minimum.

     "What new investment can you make with 700 million dollars? You can't do anything in the film industry."

     "Let's invest together and make a company, Soo Ho."

     "Are you going to leave Holly Corporation?"

     "Yeah."

     "Isn't there some kind of competition prevention clause?"

     "I wouldn't leave something like that in my contract. Holly Corporation is a company that I made."

     What was sad was that it was no longer his, due to his divorce. Ahn Soo Ho nodded. If Scott wanted to leave the company, he was ready to welcome him with open arms.

     "Then what about Lila?"

     "I already took care of that. She can just stay in Korea. If you let her enter Hosoo Entertainment, there shouldn't be any legal issues with that either."

     "You must be really mad at those old men, Scott."

     "I found out that she was instigated to approach me with intent."

     "Who? Your fourth wife?"

     "Yeah."

     "Haha!"

     Ahn Soo Ho pointed his finger and laughed at him.

     "Shit!"

     "Haha!"

     He laughed for a very long time.

     He hadn't had much chance to laugh so freely in a long time, but this time he could. He wiped his tears away and pat Scott on his shoulders.

     "Will 700 million dollars be enough? I'll invest 70 billion."

     "Gasp!"

     In response to what Ahn Soo Ho said, Scott almost choked.

     "Cough! What? 70 billion? 70 billion dollars?"

     "You're such a coward, Scott."

     "You crazy bastard!"

     When converted to Korean won, that was 80 trillion won.

     "Didn't you go bankrupt or have some kind of liquidity problems? How are you going to get so much money?"

     He tried to talk around it, but when Ahn Soo Ho announced his retirement, there were rumors that he went bankrupt.

     "Barbara Huxley."

     "The money queen?"

     "Yeah. She'll give it to us."

     "Why would she do that?"

     Ahn Soo Ho lifted his glass and whispered.

     "If she doesn't want to die, she'll hand it over."

     70 billion US dollars.

     That was how much Barbara Huxley's life was worth according to Ahn Soo Ho's calculations.

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      "How?"

     "How did I get in here? They just let me in."

     She was wearing big sunglasses and a huge floppy hat, but he wasn't so slow that he didn't recognize his own girlfriend. Ahn Soo Ho looked at Jang Seol Hyun and sighed.

     "What about your movie?"

     "We haven't even started shooting yet."

     "Why not? Did something go wrong?"

     "No, that's how movies are. The smallest problems lead to postponement. It's not something you or the company should worry about."

     "Okay, but how did you come to New York? Do planes even come here?"

     After the New York terrorist attack, it was almost impossible to get a flight flying into the city. That wasn't a problem with the airlines, but rather the administration who didn't give permission for flights.

     "I took a private jet."

     "No, that's not what I'm… Never mind."

     There was no point in asking her about all the details. Since she took the private jet here, it wasn't a bad idea to just let it be. The problem was that Jang Seol Hyun didn't come alone.

     "Yo!"

     "That's…"

     "She said she had to come."

     "America is my home country!"

     Lila also showed up in big sunglasses and a floppy hat.

     "So what? Are you going to have a concert in New York or something?"

     "Huh? How did you know?"

     "You crazy wench."

     Ahn Soo Ho accidentally spoke his mind. New York was currently in a pandemonium. It was the definition of chaos as a result of dissatisfaction of yesterday, worry for tomorrow, and madness of today. After the New York catastrophe, the city was receiving words such as "Pray for New York" and "God Bless America", but that also slowed down.

     They were previously comforting New York, but they were now talking about the harmful effects of democracy. Newspapers started to cover their front pages with "End the American Dream!" and in the frontline of it all was China.

     Future forum! If air starts being taxed, the final objective is China!

     Another expression for air tax is a carbon tax. The air war has already begun!

     Great China! 1.4 billion Chinese can dominate the world!

     America's next war opponent will be China or North Korea!

     The revolutionary Scott Davis made the image of capitalists even worse than before. The gap between the rich and the poor was a problem that existed all over the world. The biggest problem of polarization was going to be division, and the gap between the rich and the poor ultimately led to civil wars.

     What rich people feared the most were poor people who could hop over the fence with a knife or a bat. Illegality and no laws might look the same, but the precondition was completely different. People who committed illegal acts could be arrested and punished, but not the outlaws. That was why the ones with money and power wanted political power that led to making a judicial system.

     If there was no governmental authority, there wouldn't be rich people either. Why? Because people were formed by jealousy and envy. Without the power to control the law, rich people were just victims of the poor. If one rich person went down, 10,000 poor people could live on.

     "I want to heal people with my music."

     "Are you Minmay or something?"

     When Ahn Soo Ho was young, he was watching a Japanese cartoon and almost kicked the TV. Lynn Minmay was the start of frustrating heroines. Come to think of it, Minmay was Chinese. The reason why Japan had fantasies about the continent back in the 1980s might have been thanks to Hong Kong movies.

     From the 80s to early 90s, Hong Kong movies were at their prime. Once China came back, they became forgotten for some reason, but there were fantasies about Chinese actors and singers. Ahn Soo Ho wasn't a major fan, but at one point, even he thought Wang Jo Hyun was beautiful.

     "Minmay?"

     "No, never mind."

     "Did you find a new girlfriend already? Seol Hyun, he must have had another woman… Agh!"

     He quickly grabbed Lila and choked her by the neck. It was a skill that soldiers and police officers used. Jang Seol Hyun left the two alone and said hello to Han Chae Kyung.

     "Hello."

     "Hello, Seol Hyun."

     "I'm older, aren't I?"

     "Yes, you are."

     Since Han Chae Kyung and Lila were the same age, Jang Seol Hyun was two years older than her.

     "I enjoyed your interview… Chae Kyung. You did a good deed."

     "Not at all. I could only do it because of Uncle's help."

     "Do you… call him your uncle?"

     "Yes."

     Jang Seol Hyun's face softened up. Even though her movie got postponed, she still had a lot of places to go to and things to do. So the only reason why she came all the way to the States was because of Han Chae Kyung. Jang Seol Hyun wasn't suspicious of Ahn Soo Ho. The ones she didn't trust were the hyenas who were after her man.

     Clap, clap—

     The person who calmed down the chaos was someone unexpected. It was Scott Warren who came in clapping his hands.

     "Scott!"

     "Whoa! You got so heavy… Ugh!"

     After getting out of Ahn Soo Ho's grip, Lila ran into Scott's arms. He was the one who made Lila into the star she was today. Scott joked around, got hit by Lila, pretended it hurt, and then let her back down.

     "You seem healthy."

     "Did you break up with that bitch?"

     Scott laughed at her unexpected words. Lila often called his fourth wife a bitch. Before the divorce, she often got mad. It appears that even Lila had instincts that allowed her to read the nature of other women.

     "We're at the ending stages."

     "If you don't have enough money, ask Soo HO to lend you some."

     "I already talked to him actually."

     "Really?"

     As soon as Lila glanced over, Ahn Soo Ho stuck up his middle finger.

     "Why are you back?"

     "Because I heard Lila came back."

     Scott was just about to leave New York after meeting up with Ahn Soo Ho when he heard that Lila was coming back to America. There were many stars that he raised, but Lila was special.

     "Is that all?"

     "We have to hold a concert in New York."

     Ahn Soo Ho looked back at Lila with a dumbfounded face. The star and management were on the same page. But in contrast to Lila who wanted to do it for pure intentions, Scott was doing it for darker reasons.

     "It's too dangerous."

     "I know. That's why I need you to protect her."

     "No."

     Scott smacked his lips because of the quick rejection he got. He had already seen this coming and made negotiations with the authorities.

     "It'll be dangerous even with security though… Will anyone want to participate?"

     "Don't look down on our citizens, my friend. We might end up getting defeated, but that won't make us back down."

     Scott believed that American didn't know how to surrender before putting up a fight.

     "Even if people point at us and curse, we'll get back up, Soo Ho. In the end, we'll win like we always have."

     "That's some impressive confidence you got there."

     "We're America, after all."

     It was possible for the American Dream to end, but it was impossible to kill the Americans' pride. It was possible to cut down a reputation, but the reputation that had already been built throughout history were immortal. Ahn Soo Ho didn't try to talk him out of it. He wasn't the type to listen anyway, and he was a true American who thought America was great.

     Scott had a good sense as a producer.

     He knew what Americans liked. Despite being gathered in the last minute, technical staff, broadcasting teams, dancers, and many others gathered in New York in no time. Ahn Soo Ho was sincerely in awe. Was this why America was America? He thought they would still be scared, but they confidently stepped up in front of all the guns.

     'Pray for New York!'

     'God Bless America!'

     As if those two slogans weren't enough, Scott added a third one.

     'We are the world!'

     Depending on the situation, a strong person's weak side was capable of winning sympathy points. America's weapons weren't weapons and money alone. The influence of America's Hollywood controlled countless stars and the public was easily swayed by what the celebrities said and did. In contrast to journalists who criticized America, the star power that Scott mobilized quickly rose up.

     Prayer for peace in the world!

     The stars have gathered! New York Love & Peace!

     Stars holding candles have all gathered in New York!

     Humanism won over terror! Here's the lineup! This is Lila's comeback!

     The media that enjoyed disputes the most was the American media. Their patience while getting attacked by their external environment only lasted a few days. The counterattacks of the American media weren't against politics, but it rather started with Hollywood. The messages or encouragement started up again once producer Scott Warren announced his plans to hold a grand concert.

     The performance wasn't only opening in New York.

     The performance somehow expanded to cover all of America, and for the Americans who couldn't be in New York, performances were also being held in Houston Texas, Seattle Washington, Denver Colorado, Miami Florida, Chicago Illinois, Los Angeles California, and Washington D.C.

     Scott who was in charge of it all excluded support from sponsors. In addition, the musicians and dancers who were performing weren't going to get paid, and he was only going to pay for setting up the stages. The participants accepted that. Money wasn't important. Following the Watergate Scandal and the political scandal, the American president resigned. That left a painful scar in not just New York but all of America.

     And the American government lifted the martial law.

     The performance plans somewhat went against the policy, and that was kind of like a victory for the citizens. People gathered on the streets. The stage wasn't perfect. Even the waiting room and the broadcasting environment was poor. Everything was a mess, but everyone was cheering instead of complaining.

     Scott gave all of the security guards Captain America masks. It was like a performance that said Captain America was protecting the performance. As a result, some of the citizens also dressed up as heroes and attended the performance.

     "Everybody, scream!"

     "Wow!"

     The festival started as soon as the sun came up.

     The festival advanced to something that even spread to London, Paris, Berlin, Madrid, and even Rome where the terrorist attack took place. Whether they were famous or not, magicians participated by singing and dancing, and even actors and comedians performed.

     All Scott Warren did was prepare the base.

     All he did was lead people who were tired of all the terror, scandals, and depressing news. What did this mean? The young people who rejected boredom won over terror with their energy. That was because people instinctively looked for fun. Entertainment wasn't rationality but rather instinct and in a world ruled by fear, it was even more effective.

     The climax of the festival began once the sun went down.

     The no-name stars performed during the day and once the sun started to set, the superstars started to come out. It all began with rappers who were dominating the American hip-hop scene. On a day like this, there weren't any dissing battles. The messages in their raps were simple. 'If you want to shoot your gun, go ahead. If you want to throw bombs, go ahead. But we're just going to dance and sing.'

     The camera zoomed in on the VIP seats which were filled with actors and other famous people. Broadcasters, supermodels, athletes, and famous people of many other industries. It was finally time for the princess of pop, Lila to perform, but they held a break right before her performance. If this was a normal concert, they would have entertained the audience with a newbie singer, but this time, the person who got up on stage was none other than Scott Warren.

     "Wow!"

     He was a producer who was just as popular as the stars. He was a producer who pretty much had his own brand. The pioneer that all Americans loved. The producer's appearance made everyone go wild with applause. Scott picked up the mic but continued to enjoy that scene.

     "Thank you, America! Thank you!"

     "Haha!"

     As soon as the clapping quieted down, Scott made a silly face to parody someone else, and the audience immediately recognized it.

     "Hello, New York, Rome, and all the other cities as well as their citizens!"

     There was a short tribute.

     "As you all probably know, I've divorced my fourth wife."

     Scott whispered the word "bitch" but that went through the mic and everyone ended up hearing it.

     "Oops!"

     "Haha!"

     "Please pretend you didn't hear that. My lawyer can't find out about this."

     The audience burst into laughter.

     "A few days ago, someone with a similar name said 'fucking America' right here."

     The New York performance was purposely arranged to take place in Central Park.

     "I agree with that actually. Because I hate the divorce laws here. And I'm not just saying that because I got ripped off."

     "Haha!"

     Scott started off with humor, but his face quickly turned serious.

     "Fucking America is right! Our country has a lot of problems. However, I can't agree with one thing. America isn't great? That's not true. It is. Why, you ask? Because anyone can say "fucking America". Okay, everyone together! Fucking America!"

     "Fucking America!"

     "Fucking America!"

     Scott Warren understood Scott Davis while also not agreeing with some of the things he said.

     "It's understandable to hate politicians. Despite our politics being a vicious cycle, it's still the best thing for America. And there's one solution for these problems. We just have to monitor our politicians better. It's true. Money can't solve all our problems. However, it can solve many."

     America's foundation—which was democracy—was attacked. His opinion as someone who wasn't in finance or economics was less credible but more powerful than if it was said by a Nobel prize winner.

     "I like money!"

     Scott pointed the mic at the audience.

     "I like money!"

     His yelling rang through New York.

     "But what did I do? I went bankrupt after putting on this performance."

     "Haha!"

     Scott took out his pockets and made a silly face.

     "But don't worry. I'm no ordinary person. I might have divorced four times, but I haven't died just yet. So I went to an investor and asked for 700 million dollars. But do you know what he said in response?"

     Scott paused for a moment before he continued.

     "He laughed at me and asked what I would do with such little money. He laughed down at Scott Warren. So I asked him how much he could give me. Do you know what he said?"

     This time, he didn't pause.

     "That's… a confidential secret!"

     "Boo!"

     "As a hint… it's a number that none of you could imagine. Are you really curious?"

     "Yes!"

     "Then let me invite the investor to the stage right now!"

     "Oh!"

     The camera and lighting pointed at the VIP seats. Ahn Soo Ho wasn't frowning because of the strong light. He was taken aback by this unexpected situation. If Jang Seol Hyun hadn't pushed him, he would have just left the performance. As soon as he went up, Scott smiled at him.

     "He looks familiar, right? He's the guy who was in a scandal with Lila!"

     "Wow!"

     Everyone cheered at the introduction.

     "What are your thoughts?"

     In response to Scott's question, he took the mic.

     "Fucking America!"

     What started with "fucking America" led to what people call nigger English from Harlem. After that, the black rappers stormed out and started dancing.

     "Do you feel better now?"

     "I feel like I've been born again."

     He felt like this was déjà vu. Once he got the cue that the preparations were complete, Scott yelled at the top of his lungs.

     "Lilaaaaaaa!"

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      Princess of Pop

     10 idols

     20 wannabes

     Lila was an icon that resonated with all races and gender, and as a result, she was a walking advertisement who could sell anything just by wearing it. As expected, advertisers came looking for her with lots of money. With the ticket money from the canceled North American tour excluded, she made 30 million US dollars with just advertisements alone, which stirred up the media.

     "Lilaaaaaaa!"

     Not a single person looked down upon Lila's skills just because she was young. Even the anti-fans acknowledged her singing and dancing ability. She was a born singer who had a voice that could seduce just about anyone. She didn't have a particular technique. She just sang from her heart.

     "When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary."

     The lyrics of 'You Raise Me Up' made everyone go silent. She had a sweet voice, but the audience could sense the power behind her singing. Did all commemorative songs have to be reverent? Scott Warren's performance was enjoyable from beginning to end. The family of victims might have been displeased by it, but he wanted to bring his country back up.

     But that didn't mean he wanted to insult those who lost their lives. There were many divas who could comfort the damaged, but he believed that Lila was the only one who could move all Americans regardless of their gender or age.

     "You raise me up… To more than I can be… Come on!"

     When people thought the song would stay calm, Lila called upon dancers in short shorts and tank tops. November was usually cold. But the heat of the performance didn't know how to calm down.

     "Wow!"

     What appeared between the flapping American flag was none other than a circus. A circus that should have been in Las Vegas showed off beautiful acrobatics which made both the cameras and people very entertained.

     "Wow!"

     After that, soldiers, police officers, firefighters, paramedics, doctors, nurses, taxi drivers, and electricians appeared. They were just dressed up dancers, but the dancers were a diverse group of people which proved that they were representing the America of today. The climax of the show was the appearance of Arabians wearing traditional clothes.

     The priest standing at the very front took a step forward. Did they fight? Not at all. They looked at each other and then hugged. After that, the American flag flapped once more. Revenge was going to take place. However, one couldn't hate all Muslims. Lila put her arm around a Turkish singer on stage and sang together.

     "How impressive."

     Ahn Soo Ho clapped with sincerity. No one stood a chance against the Yankees when it came to showmanship. Even if that was hypocrisy, the Americans' endless effort to turn ideal scenarios into reality was something that had to be praised.

     "If you make all of Islam into your enemy, you can't do business."

     "But it's different from China?"

     "For China… it's okay as long as the Communist Party is under control. Our superiority isn't just with finance and the military, after all."

     No matter how powerful China was, it was all okay since the Communist Party was under coaxed. Scott minded Ahn Soo Ho and then asked him a question.

     "Are you really going to invest 70 billion won, Soo Ho?"

     "Why wouldn't I? Don't you believe me?"

     "I do! But… I just want to make sure."

     The reason why Scott turned down all the sponsors was that he trusted Ahn Soo Ho. Wall Street was in the process of escaping panic and Ahn Soo Ho somehow became the white knight who would recover the crashed stock market. He hadn't moved any funds just yet, but the announcement of Scott and Ahn Soo Ho's collaboration caused a positive effect, and within a few days of the terrorist attack, the market started to recover.

     Was that why? Ahn Soo Ho became the cover of the New York Times, and the public showed favorable responses to the rich foreign man. He was accepted by American society in an instant. That was different from the secret gatherings of the upper class. A person who was only famous in Asia suddenly became a worldwide superstar.

     Korea was the most excited of them all.

     'He's Ahnsour no more! He's now Ahnfeller or Ahnchild!'

     Whenever they mentioned rich people of global scale, they always used Rockefeller and Rothschild as parodies. That meant Mansour was no longer effective. Some even raised the question of where he got all his capital. Since someone who wasn't even from a rich family had money in the trillions, it was normal to be suspicious.

     Some Korean people even reported Ahn Soo Ho to the National Tax Service asking them to expose any kind of tax evasion. Ahn Soo Ho, who got a Korean newspaper delivered in New York laughed bitterly.

     It's highly likely that he committed tax evasion!

     Is Hosoo Entertainment staying quiet to CEO Ahn's tax evasion?

     National Tax Service is preparing an explanation!

     There are reports claiming that they have connections with Ahn Soo Ho!

     Jang Seol Hyun stole the newspaper and threw it in the trash.

     "Don't worry about that nonsense."

     "You sure do a good job ignoring bullshit."

     "You get used to it. It's kind of cute if you think about it."

     Trash news was cute? The media's tendency to report on anything even if it wasn't true had been a problem for a really long time. After the performance the day before, New York was vibrant once again. It was almost like magic. Magic that even got the least motivated people to work. The way it wasn't cold or hot was the same vibe that New York had before the terrorist attack.

     "Director Navarros will take care of the tax evasion issue, CEO Ahn."

     Ahn Soo Ho nodded in response. He trusted Daniel with it. That was why he hired him in the first place. Ahn Soo Ho's complicated asset structure wasn't something that could be handled by any financial consultant. Ahn Soo Ho, who was planning to leave America soon asked Jang Seol Hyun about her schedule. Her movie was postponed, but that didn't mean she had free time.

     "What are you going to do, Seol Hyun?"

     "I'm going to follow Lila around for a few days."

     "Not for tourism but for a concert? That'll be tiring."

     Lila's canceled North American tour came back to life. Her strong will to give courage and hope to Americans, as well as Scott Warren's business skills, created an impressive result. And it wasn't just an independent concert. She was going to work with other musicians for an epic collaboration.

     "I feel like this might be my last vacation before we get married…"

     "You don't have to be so modest. Mrs. Park isn't that inflexible."

     "Still…"

     "Just trust me. She's a pretty feisty character."

     He wasn't making fun of his mother. Ahn Soo Ho perceived Mrs. Park Ok Nam to be a fairly open-minded mother. A lot of things have changed, but 10 years ago were no different. There were many negative stereotypes about celebrity daughters-in-law.

     "Who's going to take care of her?"

     Ahn Soo Ho looked back at the secretary. As Hosoo Entertainment and Ahn Soo Ho became more famous, more attention was put on Jang Seol Hyun as well.

     "A total of 15 security guards will operate in a three-shift system to take care of her."

     "Which management?"

     "If the men from our group are pulled out, Holly Corporation will help."

     "Make sure it's handled well… Sorry, but what's your name?"

     Ahn Soo Ho, who was staring at the secretary this whole time, asked for her name.

     "Ahn Mi Young."

     "We've met before, haven't we, Ms. Ahn?"

     "Yes, we have."

     He changed his tone in response.

     "Are you Chul Hyun's daughter, Mi Young?"

     "Yes, Sir."

     Ahn Mi Young acknowledged it.

     "You've grown very beautiful, Mi Young. I almost didn't recognize you."

     Ahn Chul Hyun was his cousin, and he was higher up in the family tree, but Ahn Chul Hyun was much older in age. He remembered hearing that his second daughter entered a foreign university a few years back. Did she not get plastic surgery? She still had the same face she had when she was little.

     "Do you know her?"

     "She's my cousin, Ahn Chul Hyun's daughter."

     "Oh! Then I guess I can follow you around. You're older than me, right?"

     "Yes, I am."

     Ahn Mi Young, who was 28 years old this year, mumbled her answer. The truth was she partly wanted to be recognized. However, a new employee being close to the owner was something that could cause a backlash. She knew that. But the fact that she wanted to depend on her blood relations was also true.

     'Did she put her in on purpose?'

     There was no way Oh Joo Kyung didn't know this.

     Since Hosoo Entertainment Group was beginning to open its doors to blood relations, friendships, and academic ties, she should've been cautious since she was the chief secretary. If Jang Seol Hyun became the CEO's wife, other Ahn's and Jang's were bound to start joining. That was something that couldn't be stopped.

     After taking care of Jang Seol Hyun's schedule, he went to City Hall to resolve two more things. The current mayor of New York was a Democrat. The northeastern States was the traditional field of the progressives. But with the New York catastrophe, it was finally possible for things to turn over to the Republicans.

     "Shirley."

     "Soo Ho."

     New York's mayor was surprisingly a black woman.

     "How was the funeral?"

     "It went fine. Thanks for asking."

     Her expression of gratitude meant a lot of things. After the vice mayor's death, many famous people of New York died with him. Considering what they went through, City Hall was surprisingly calm. The New York grand festival was partly responsible for that, but the one whose most responsible was Wall Street's chaotic recovery. However, what Ahn Soo Ho was here for was far from the stability of New York.

     "How's Charlotte?"

     "Hm. How much do you want to know?"

     "Just tell me the truth, Shirley."

     She tapped her desk with her fingers and then asked her secretary and advisor to leave.

     "The leader of the Democratic Party wants to make Scott into a villain."

     He had seen that coming.

     "They were planning to summon Charlotte as a witness. Until you got involved, that is."

     "Do you want me to pay for it?"

     "No, it's not that… Some of the leaders think you should be summoned by the grand jury."

     "Really? I'll go."

     "No!"

     The New York mayor shook her head violently.

     Putting Ahn Soo Ho out as the grand jury's witness? She didn't want to imagine what horrible thing could happen next. It was best to keep a ticking time bomb as far as possible. At times like these, she was relieved that he wasn't American. If he was, there was no way he would have been able to avoid being summoned.

     "Are you willing to meet Charlotte, Soo Ho?"

     "I'm not sure. In any case, I just let Scott commit suicide. She probably won't forgive me. Not right now, at least."

     "How ironic."

     The person Charlotte couldn't forgive was mobilizing the huge ship that was America and threatened both political parties. The New York mayor suddenly changed topics.

     "A few days ago an FBI agent came here and told me something interesting. What was her name again? Karen?"

     "Special Agent Emily Karen?"

     "Yeah. That's it."

     "What did she say?"

     "She told me to freeze all New York funds under Huxley Group."

     Ahn Soo Ho clapped with joy.

     "So what did you say?"

     "I kicked her out. Huxley Group? I filed a complaint to the FBI. But while she was getting dragged away, she mentioned your name, and that bothered me. Did I make a mistake, Soo Ho?"

     If all Huxley Group funds in New York were to freeze, Barbara Huxley was bound to get rid of all her traces and hide. The only reason why Ahn Soo Ho stayed in America was so that he could see what kind of reactions the English bitch and the French hypocrite would show.

     They both acted like nothing happened.

     Did Jacob Smith lie?

     'Just because he was an African black man doesn't mean he was stupid.'

     For the white people, Africa was still the land of death, but for Ahn Soo Ho, it was a field that he played in when he was bored. Even Jacob, who butchered everyone else, cherished his own flesh and blood.

     "A mistake? No, Shirley. But I have a warning for you…"

     When Ahn Soo Ho hesitated, the New York mayor pulled in her chair.

     "Don't trust Huxley Group's reputation too much."

     "Are you saying there's a problem?"

     "Call Agent Karen and ask her."

     Ahn Soo Ho shrugged his shoulders and got up.

     After being seen off by the New York mayor, he got into his car and took out his phone. Huxley Group's funds in New York probably exceeded at least 30 billion dollars. That was nothing compared to Wall Street investment firms, but Huxley Group was an English company, not American.

     The New York mayor probably wouldn't be able to ignore Ahn Soo Ho's warning. It was possible that she could freeze Huxley Group's funds in New York tomorrow. But he wasn't too hopeful. That was because the New York Mayor Anna Shirley Baker was one of the shits that Scott Davis took in. When people said that the elections of the 21st century were a beauty pageant, that wasn't completely false.

     Ahn Soo Ho speed dialed someone. He was going to catch Barbara Huxley himself. However, it was more convenient to leave the French African ambassador with someone else. After ringing for a long time, somebody finally picked up.

     "Soo Ho?"

     "Yo! Vitali!"

     Mother Russia, which even took on bears with their bare hands had done things for Ahn Soo Ho as well. Rather than feeling ashamed of doing things without thinking, they rather felt proud of it.

     'Sahel's lion? Ha!'

     There was no one better to face off with a French hypocrite than a Slav.

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      It had been 2 years and 3 months since Ahn Soo Ho last visited London. As a result of the terror attacks in both Rome and New York, the airport was crawling with soldiers. Since he was famous and had his own private jet, landing there was pretty easy for him. Since he was famous for another reason, it didn't really matter, but the aftereffects of the terror attacks affected the tourist industry greatly.

     It was obvious that there were significantly fewer tourists.

     And that probably wasn't just a problem of London. There was no way even developing countries were okay with losing one tourist. In particular, the tourist groups from Asia spent a lot more money than those who went backpacking. A European traveling within Europe wouldn't rake in that much money. They would offer Asian tourist groups discounted package deals, but they still made a lot of money off of that. Once Ahn Soo Ho got out of the airport, someone was waiting for him. He always felt like someone would suddenly attack him on his way to the parking lot.

     "Go and get ready."

     After commanding the person, he walked through the path connecting the airport and the parking lot with a cool man in a trench coat.

     "I heard you went through a lot in the States, Soo Ho."

     "I just went with the flow."

     "I'm sorry about Michael. He was a good friend."

     He didn't know the real name of the man in the trench coat, but Ahn Soo Ho called him John. This man had his past completely erased and lived on as a ghost for the good of England and the royal family.

     "Why did you come to London?"

     "Barbara Huxley."

     Ahn Soo Ho gave him an honest answer.

     "Barbara Huxley? The money queen?"

     "Don't play dumb, John. She's an alpha."

     John grumbled.

     "How much do you know, Soo Ho?"

     "I know that Barbara Huxley has supernatural powers and is in negotiations with the powerful families of each country."

     "In return for safety, she provides investment information."

     "What about the royal family?"

     "The Queen doesn't know. Sheffield did everything."

     In all European countries, the royal families hid more things than they revealed. After the second world war, people thought that England went down because of the States, but after 200 years of prosperity, they were bigger than people imagined.

     "I have to meet with Barbara Huxley. I might even have to kill her depending on the situation. So allow me to enter the palace."

     "Why?"

     Ahn Soo Ho shook his head in response.

     "If you really don't know the reason, I'll be really disappointed in you, John."

     "We were all tricked by Mr. Davis."

     He told the truth after hearing Ahn Soo Ho's disappointed voice since it was highly likely that Ahn Soo Ho's disappointment would escalate to something bad or even horrible.

     "My reputation has nothing to do with my retirement."

     Not many dared to look down on Ahn Soo Ho or attack him just because he retired. Almost no one actually. That was because they all knew what kind of consequences they would face.

     "I only promise my people two things. Money and safety. Money is good. Money could become a great motivation. However, that alone can't draw out honesty."

     Ahn Soo Ho had never seen anyone who hated money. In order to enjoy the benefits of life, money was crucial.

     "Michael is dead. A person whom I promised safety to—died. So the reason isn't important."

     "Is that why you're trying to get rid of Barbara Huxley?"

     "You didn't listen to me properly, John."

     When Ahn Soo Ho clicked his tongue, John thought about their past conversation and then exclaimed.

     "Depending on the situation?"

     "In contrast to the ones I took care of in the States, that woman didn't do it herself."

     "What should we do?"

     Ahn Soo Ho tilted his head in response.

     "We?"

     "Huxley Group is what keeps the British Empire up. No homeowner will let their pillar go down."

     "What I want to see is Barbara Huxley, not the British government."

     "If you guarantee to keep me alive, I'll make it so that you can meet her right away."

     "I think you've misunderstood, John. I'm the one who gets to decide if I meet her or not. Not you."

     Each country had been researching the sixth sense, the third eye, and the supernatural sense for the longest time. People said there was no such thing as aliens while also planning their future battle against them. The fact that they were researching supernatural powers while saying it didn't exist was contradictory, but what they said didn't make it false.

     "Don't compare me to that ATM machine."

     It was obvious where they got their confidence from after leaving the European Union, and they were going to use Barbara Huxley to build a financial empire.

     "I'm saying, don't make me mad."

     He was capable of blowing up Buckingham Palace at this point.

     "Okay, calm down, Soo Ho."

     "One hour."

     "What?"

     "I'll give you one hour. If you don't bring her in front of me in an hour, I'm going to tell the Queen what happened. Then things will get very interesting for you and Sheffield. Don't you think?"

     Ahn Soo Ho smiled brightly, tapped John on his shoulders, and then flicked his finger.

     "Oh yeah! Do you know where I'm staying?"

     He frowned and sighed; he then answered.

     "Dorchester."

     ******

     The Dorchester,

     If there was a hotel brand that stood out the most, it was probably Dorchester. No one took better advantage of global business influences than the hotel industry. If the hotels in top vacation spots lowered their prices to increase turnover, places like New York and London aimed to respond to the businessmen's class by focusing more on the restaurants. In business, meals weren't just for enjoying a nice meal.

     When Ahn Soo Ho arrived at Dorchester, the first person who greeted him was the hotel manager. He had kept many safe houses all over the world and there were even times when he needed more than just a safe place. There were fools wherever he went, and when he made negotiations in a high-class hotel, his success rate would increase by at least 30%.

     This was why Ahn Soo Ho's asset structure was complex. In contrast to cash and bonds, transfers of just stocks were vague in terms of notarization. That was because of the black market's limits. When he closed down his black market account, all competitors thought that his influence weakened dramatically.

     They were half right and half wrong.

     Cutting off his black market connections was just for show. But on the contrary, the vague transfer got notarized by the governments and banks of each country. Even if he had an astronomical amount of money in the black market, no one but him could check it or use it. In other words, if the owner of the account died, the money would disappear with him.

     "Mr. Guardian."

     "Sit down, Simon."

     Simon Dorne was one of the people who were managing Ahn Soo Ho's European fortune.

     "Is your daughter growing up well?"

     "Yes, Sir. She's going to King's College this year. She was selected for a major scholarship."

     "You must be proud."

     "She's my one and only joy."

     "No interest in getting remarried?"

     "I'm… still scared of women."

     When Ahn Soo Ho first met Simon, he almost died after being tricked by a gold digger. He and his daughter thankfully survived, but the wife died in the chaos. It was weird to try giving a grown man some dating advice. Even after 8 years, a pain that deep wasn't going to get better even after 10 or 20 years.

     Ahn Soo Ho changed the subject.

     "Open the account and prepare for a transfer."

     "Are you talking about the black market account?"

     "No."

     "Then?"

     "You'll hear the details from Danny soon."

     "Come to think of it… you managed to talk him into it."

     "Desperation makes people weak. Don't you know what that's like, Simon?"

     "I see. I guess people naturally forget."

     As soon as Simon found out that he was caught by a gold digger, he got framed for killing his wife. All the evidence were fabricated to leave him with no way out. He was in a similar situation as Han Chae Kyung, and it was Ahn Soo Ho who got him out. The most common crime in Europe was murder motivated by adultery.

     "What should I set as the account's limit?"

     "100 billion."

     "100 billion pounds?"

     "Pound, Euros, or US dollars. It doesn't matter."

     Simon dropped his jaw. 100 billion pounds, Euros or US dollars could buy an entire hotel.

     "Huxley Group will request access."

     "Yes, Sir."

     Simon was still dumbfounded. Ahn Soo Ho chugged his black tea then went back to his suite room on the top floor. The lift that directly connected to the suite room went all the way up without stopping. He sent out a text to announce his safe arrival in London. Soon afterward, he felt his phone vibrate.

     "Did you arrive safely, Soo Ho?"

     "Yeah. I'm unpacking right now."

     Ahn Soo Ho left the big private jet in the States for Jang Seol Hyun and took the smaller one to cross the ocean. If he wasn't going to fly across the continent, a swifter business jet was more convenient.

     "You're not reading the Korean news, right?"

     "No, why? What are they saying this time?"

     "Never mind!"

     She just told him to forget it in response. She then talked about how Lila grabbed another pop star by the throat and things like that before they hung up at the helicopter's arrival. After that, she sent a photo taken from the sky.

     'That's Philadelphia.'

     He knew that it was Philadelphia just by the look of its skyline. Was that their next touring city? After giving Holly Corporation large funds resulting from the canceled North American tour, he left. That was his final act of loyalty.

     Ahn Soo Ho called his secretary.

     "What is the Korean media saying about me this time?"

     "Well, um…"

     "You can just tell me."

     As soon as Ahn Soo Ho sat back on the couch, the secretary finally started talking.

     "They're calling you a psychopathic serial killer."

     "Haha."

     He couldn't help but laugh.

     "Who said that? The newspapers and the broadcasting stations?"

     "No, Sir. It started on a blog as nothing but a conspiracy theory. And once it started gaining attention, the internet news spread the word."

     "Blog?"

     The secretary brought him a laptop and showed it to him.

     "Alien? Time machine?"

     Ahn Soo Ho laughed at the rumors about affairs and whatnot before he stopped at a black and white photo. The 20th century or the end of the 19th century? A woman who looked the furthest from being modern reminded him of the times in Europe when women weren't allowed to wear pants.

     People were looking at something through a glass.

     What they were looking at just looked like a small box, but the people looking at the box looked very serious. What was it? Considering the blog's reliability, this could have just been any old story. However, one person on this earth knew what that was.

     'Chamobeth?'

     A stone that also stored memories of souls.

     'There's another one?'

     Does that mean there's another one besides the one the Queen Grandmother left behind? The box in the photo looked different from the one he received from his father. It was tabooed to be certain. However, his trusty instincts whispered in his ears.

     'Oh! My precious!'

     It sounded like Gollum's whispering.

     "Look into the origin of this photo."

     "Pardon? Yes, sir."

     As soon as the secretary left with the laptop, the suite room turned quiet. What broke that silence was a woman dressed in black who walked out of the curtains.

     Ahn Soo Ho wasn't surprised.

     "John does do good work."

     "John? Oh, are you talking about Seven Load, Mr. Guardian?"

     The sound of her high heels sounded especially loud. But once Ahn Soo Ho waved his hands, the noise stopped instantly.

     "Stop the nonsense, Barbara Huxley. Or should I say…"

     Ahn Soo Ho glared.

     "Witch?"

     Witches existed. But they weren't bad-tempered monsters who ate people's hearts and cooked up little children. But it was true that they were refined career women who were very sexy.

     "Witch, huh…? I haven't heard that in a while."

     Barbara Huxley's vague expression turned serious.

     "I heard you're willing to negotiate, Mr. Guardian."

     "Yeah. As long as we can come to an agreement."

     "I'll provide you with the cost of my life. Is the limit of your new account… 100 billion pounds?"

     "Do you mean that?"

     "Why? Is that too little?"

     She was a crazy woman indeed. Her reputation wasn't exaggerated but quite the opposite.

     "Then I'll add one more thing on top. What you were just curious about… Ugh!"

     Barbara couldn't finish her sentence because Ahn Soo Ho grabbed her by the throat. She was now floating in the air.

     "You know?"

     "Wait… Cough, cough!"

     In response to her desperate eyes, Ahn Soo Ho let her back down. She then continued to cough some more. She glared at him after that, but Ahn Soo Ho didn't care. He had no reason to be nice to her since she wasn't his woman.

     "Cough! The power that we have is a gift sent from above, but some people do more than just plea in hopes of having it. Unfortunately, no matter how much they want it, it's all up to God. And then one day, what started to appear in front of these people was…"

     "Chamobeth."

     "Chamobeth? That's not Korean… Is that what you call it?"

     Ahn Soo Ho didn't answer, and Barbara glared at him; she then continued.

     "Some people believe it to be the devil's temptation of stealing souls, and others believed that it was a test sent from God. That's because it can go either way. It can either bestow wisdom upon the world or people could lose their lives.

     Ahn Soo Ho felt like this was déjà vu.

     'Anna Anne Karusis? How did you die?'

     That was the only thing he couldn't remember.

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      'Anna Anne Karusis.'

     What was contradictory was that Ahn Soo Ho didn't believe in supernatural powers despite being a magician himself. Well, it wasn't that he didn't believe supernatural powers. It was more like he didn't believe in god-like abilities. Ahn Soo Ho had no desire to be a God, but it might have been different from the great, great magician.

     'Did you… did you resent the world?'

     Hurtful scars and memories that couldn't be erased.

     "We called that black rock or box a soul stone or a wizard case. The black rock at the Mecca is pretty similar."

     "But that rock is real."

     "Yes, they put a rock on display. The real thing is inside."

     If a Muslim heard this, they would have gone crazy.

     "If you don't have a gift in the first place, it's impossible to call upon your capabilities."

     "And who decides who has the gift?"

     "Our tradition, order, and history."

     This country was very unpredictable. They talked about being rational on the outside, but behind the scenes, there were mystical cults. And those who hide in the darkness and controlled the world didn't want their mystical powers to be known to the public. Power always wanted to monopolize.

     "Since when?"

     "It's been a long time. A few hundred years ago, we were charmed by mystery. We couldn't prove a noble's nobility with blood alone, and science tried their best to solve the mystery. So we needed more intuitive evidence."

     "Evidence? You studied superpowers?'

     "But there are all kinds of superpowers. That could be magic, charm, or alchemy. If not, maybe physical strength? There were too many cultures and civilizations that we didn't know of in this world."

     "Is that why so much cultural assets were stolen?"

     "That's right. It was a war to prove one's nobility."

     During the age of exploration, people looted up all the cultural assets because of one clear objective.

     "Rome tried to put a stop to that war. So we went with the national church instead of Catholicism. There's nothing more romantic than changing religion for love… but there's nothing more stupid either."

     History tried to find the source of Anglicanism in Henry the 1st or succession problems.

     "The world was tricked."

     "It's best to keep the agonizing truth a secret."

     "What about the witch hunt?"

     "You could call that Rome's resistance."

     England's stubborn behavior toward Rome put the European royal society in shock. After being loyal to the church's orders, they felt like they were stabbed in the back. That was because England wasn't punished after that.

     "The empire's colonization struggles wasn't just because they wanted to increase their wealth. That was an endless war against a mystery that maintained power. Once they established that they covered all land, they finally looked toward each other.

     "Did you go after each other's spoils of war?"

     "That was the easiest and fastest solution."

     War was the simplest economic strategy.

     "The second world war had nothing to do with ideology. If the first one arose because they couldn't estimate each other's power, the second one started because Hitler wasn't fully understood. He was obsessed with the mystery and even established a secret organization. You probably know more about it than anyone, Mr. Guardian."

     Ahn Soo Ho finally had one of his questions answered.

     "Dresden."

     Until now, he didn't understand why it was called the Dresden file. Was it because it was discovered in Germany? That wasn't it. It was true that the information in the file had to do with a war criminal organization. However, the nature of it had nothing to do with war crimes.

     "That wasn't a secret file that aimed to out the war criminals, was it?"

     "It wasn't. That was an index of countries, organizations, groups, and people who were related to supernatural power research."

     In the Dresden file were organizations that were world-famous brands even to this day.

     "Also, it wasn't Germany who first created the Dresden file. There's an original version. And the name of that is…"

     Barbara smiled brightly.

     "London Protocol."

     ******

     Ahn Soo Ho didn't kill Barbara.

     He didn't take the 100 billion pounds from her either. Instead, he proposed having a three-way talk between them and Scott, and they both agreed to it. Scott took care of the field business, and Barbara provided the necessary funds. As for Ahn Soo Ho, he was warned of what would happen after the New York terror. An FBI agent and maybe even the New York mayor were probably keeping a close eye on Huxley Group.

     "Thank you for your consideration, Soo Ho."

     John showed up a day after Barbara Huxley left the hotel alive and well.

     "London Protocol."

     What Ahn Soo Ho said made him smile bitterly.

     "We need approval from the royal family."

     "I guess this country's top boss is the Queen."

     "The Dresden file is probably more detailed. Do we have to look for other things?"

     "How long will it take to get the approval?"

     John's efforts to convince him was in vain.

     "The royal family has to approve it, but the commission of national security needs to agree as well. It'll take at least four days."

     "I'll give you one day."

     "What if I can't do it in time?"

     "If you don't do it by tomorrow, the ones at the top will want to kill you alive, John."

     "Gasp!"

     If anyone else had threatened the British Empire, they would have died quietly. But he was the top dog of all the alphas. He was someone, not even the British Empire stood a chance against.

     "Sigh, okay. I'll try."

     John sighed deeply as he left, then Simon Dorne entered right afterward.

     "Should I close the account again?"

     "No, just leave it."

     "Yes, Sir."

     Simon, who lowered his head and got ready to leave, focused on the in-ear device in his right ear.

     "An employee from the Russian Embassy is here. Should I let him up?"

     "Sure."

     Simon proceeded to make his way out. Not even a minute later, a big man appeared. He had never seen his face before, but his general type seemed familiar.

     "The GRU?"

     "You're a man of great insight, Mr. Guardian."

     The GRU wasn't as well-known as other information organizations, but in some aspects, they had more of an evil reputation than the KGB. He then gave him the phone without a word and walked off as if that was all he came to do. There was only one number on the phone, so he pressed call.

     "Soo Ho?"

     "Did you change the secured line?"

     "There was an assassination plot a few hours ago."

     "Seeing how you changed the line, it must have been pretty dangerous."

     "Yeah… I almost died."

     Vitali sounded quite calm for someone who almost died, and Ahn Soo Ho wasn't all too worried either. If Vitali had really died, he probably would have just been a little sympathetic.

     "What about the job?"

     "It's in progress. But there is one thing. I think DGSE is chasing him down too."

     A French intelligence agency was chasing down the French African ambassador? The situation was changing quickly. He had to confirm this.

     "Let's talk again in an hour."

     "I'll be waiting."

     Ahn Soo Ho hung up and left his suite room. He minimized the number of men coming from the States to England, but there were still many with him. He looked for the security head in the lobby.

     "You—and only you, follow me."

     "CEO Ahn?"

     Ahn Soo Ho lifted his index finger as if he wasn't going to hear any of it. As soon as Ahn Soo Ho took the lead, the head of security quickly ordered one of his subordinates to do something and then ran over.

     "Don't feel pressured to be a security guard."

     "But if someone at the top finds out…"

     "Ricky or Sam has no interest in this."

     One of the new security guards selected as a result of Ricky and Samuel wanting to find the boy who shot Michael was Kim Yoon Seok. 70 percent of their security team were Korean. Ahn Soo Ho left the hotel and walked toward Hyde Park. The same festival that took place in New York Central Park also took place at Hyde Park in London. This park was close to Buckingham Palace and it was a hot spot for the protestors of the city. Just like France, England also had a tendency not to agree to things too easily.

     Cherishing the deceased and criticizing were two different things.

     As if the New York Grand Festival never took place yesterday, they were busy holding a protest that criticized the States. Which country would the Yankees of the States attack next? Whether the corrupt American president resigned or not, America still suffered a huge blow, and Americans wanted revenge which was disguised as justice. Regarding war breaking out, both political parties probably thought the same.

     "I'm sorry to say that the New York terrorist attack was something that they brought upon themselves! That's the truth! If the Yankees decide to make another country of Africa or the Middle East into their enemy, that's definitely the most embarrassing thing in history!"

     "That's right!"

     "England cannot agree with such unreasonable actions!"

     It sounded like the person was an English politician or at least an aspiring politician.

     "Both the EU and NATO must withdraw! That's the only way we'll escape from the States' dominance! If England wants to be great, we must learn how to stand alone!"

     "Wow!"

     A segregationist and a disbarment activist?

     Ahn Soo Ho, who was standing at the very back started clapping. If there was something that the terror attacks changed, it was that they finally realized that the future of Europe wasn't all rainbows and sunshine. No matter how progressive a system was, everything operated under the hands of people. The harmful effect of the European Union directly led to harmful effects on bureaucracy. The society of government workers all hated taking responsibility no matter which country they were in.

     "What's the point in saying all this? Talking about this at a park won't change anything. Only those who act will change the world. That's the truth, you fools."

     The radical protestor was met with a cynical smile and ridicule.

     "Issac."

     "Soo Ho."

     The person who shut down the protestor was none other than Issac, who was one of the two involved in the assassination war.

     "I have a feeling Russia is on the move because of you, Soo Ho. What's your objective?"

     "Ransel."

     "Sahel's lion?"

     Issac was startled.

     "Why are you so surprised?"

     "Because a request came in. Ransel Straussmow for half a billion euros. The dealers of organizations as well as self-employed ones are on the edge of their seats right now. But what's funny is that the origin is DGSE."

     Ahn Soo Ho laughed bitterly.

     The half a million euros that DGSE bet was Monaco money that flowed into France. It was compensation for the agents who sacrificed their lives for their country, but unlike Italy, France put it right back into their assassination fund. But it wasn't anyone's business on how someone should use their own money.

     "Why is DGSE chasing him down?"

     "From my experience, the reason is obvious. Sell-out."

     The relationship between the French government and Ransel had been bad for a long time.

     Unlike the ambassador who thought Africa needed tougher policies, the country looked for diplomatic solutions. They shouldn't have left him with such a heavy responsibility in the first place, and Ahn Soo Ho's retirement was his last opportunity.

     "Sahel's lion is a man who aspires to be the second Mr. Guardian."

     "What happened with Dakoma?"

     "Jacob? That's simple. While Ransel worked as an ambassador, he won over many warlords. While he was busy chasing the throne, he used Dakoma as bait to confuse the Yankees. France's mistake was releasing such a savage beast in Africa. For 20 years at that. If it were me, I would have built my own kingdom already."

     Ahn Soo Ho had already known that Ransel pretended to negotiate with warlords while actually training their soldiers for his own gain.

     "Didn't I already told you, Soo Ho? Your absence was like pulling the trigger… Compared to the war that will begin, my fight with J-Law is nothing."

     Competitors all chased after the throne.

     "World War III has already begun."

     But it was a war with a different method from the past.

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      Ahn Da Sol, Lee So Hye, Emily, and Rachel.

     The F4 of Cheongdamdong made all the male students' hearts flutter. The most famous one was Lee So Hye. That was because she was the younger sister of Ahnfeller or Ahnchild. Ahn Da Sol was the second most famous, and once it was revealed that Emily and Rachel were chosen by CEO Ahn himself, they received attention as well.

     Even just a few months earlier, Lee So Hye lived the life of an ordinary high school student, but she suddenly turned into Cinderella overnight, which even caught her off guard. At such a sensitive age, excessive attention could easily lead to poison. But she was definitely Ahn Soo Ho's blood. He didn't know this before, but once they were faced with the situation, she boldly waved her hands at the paparazzi and answered any question with a smile.

     Once Lee So Hye started getting taken cared of by the top beauty professional of Korea, her beauty bloomed. Her face somehow turned from ordinary to that of a model. So she started to wear more makeup. And through camera lenses, her beautiful expressions and gestures shined brightly.

     Kim Na Hee pushed the F4 to become the cover girls of a fashion magazine, and once they did, they leveled up to be successful high teen stars. Despite it being before their debut, the casting requests started rolling in, which caught Hosoo Entertainment off guard. Since Ahn Da Sol, Emily, and Rachel were trainees of the agency, management could make some arrangements, but Lee Soo Hye was also the little sister of Hosoo Entertainment's CEO.

     "CEO Ahn is a busy man. We can't make so many requests. What did she say? That it's okay? Then go ahead with it. Yes, I'll take responsibility for it."

     Oh Joo Kyung sighed as she hung up the phone. One of the secretaries waiting for approval gave her a file.

     "You can sign here."

     "Have you heard of the F4 of Cheongdamdong?"

     Oh Joo Kyung signed the papers and then stared at the secretary as she asked the question.

     "Oh, yes. I have."

     "Then why didn't you brief me on them?"

     "Well… you seemed to be busy with the broadcasting station issues…"

     She sighed once more in response.

     "Didn't I tell you already? No matter how busy I am, brief me on everything that has to do with her. And deliver it to the other teams as well."

     "Yes, Ma'am. I apologize."

     The secretary took the file and ran off. It wasn't just Oh Joo Kyung in the office. Logan, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed laughed as he approached.

     "It's hard to control everything, Joo Kyung."

     "There's nothing we can do if someone is lacking in ability, but I'd rather not ruin things just because we were careless."

     "Our boss is generous."

     "That's why I don't want to disappoint him."

     Logan shook his head in response.

     "I'm worried about your health, Joo Kyung. Koreans tend to get too obsessed with work. Monetary loss? Our boss probably doesn't even care as long as the company doesn't go down. But if you overwork and get sick, he'll go after me first."

     "Why you?"

     "Because I promised him that everything would be the way it was when he comes back. If you pass out from overworking, I'll actually die, Joo Kyung. So please save my life by taking a break."

     Oh Joo Kyung couldn't help but laugh at such a big man rubbing his hands together while begging.

     "Do I look like I'm overworking myself?"

     "Look in the mirror."

     She took out her mirror and then got startled. It had been more than a day since she fixed her makeup. In the past, she used to fix her makeup every few minutes. Did she get lazy? Not at all. She was just too busy to care about her appearance. Oh Joo Kyung flinched once more.

     "Haha."

     She laughed again.

     "Don't blame the secretaries, Joo Kyung. You don't make it easy for them to tell you these things."

     "Is that why you came here yourself? To tell me that I look horrible?"

     Logan shrugged his shoulders. It was true. Since he didn't work under Oh Joo Kyung, he had no reason to be extra careful.

     "You're doing better than our boss' expectations. I'll tell you that."

     That didn't comfort her very much.

     Beep-

     Oh Joo Kyung answered the interphone.

     "What is it?"

     "Director Oh. The National Tax Service sent us the documents. Should I send it to the legal team?"

     "Sure. Oh, give me a copy, too."

     "Sure. Also…"

     Logan saw that she was busy on the phone so he left quietly without saying goodbye. She was smart enough that she caught on to his true intention. Hosoo Entertainment was still located at Star Tower, but they were working on building a new one. Once the new building was complete, Star Tower was going to be just for Hosoo Entertainment.

     The security office of Hosoo Entertainment Group moved to a different building. Logan and his underlings trained their security guards and made them useful for half a year. In their eyes, they still weren't good enough, but in Korea where guns weren't common, martial arts defense was usually enough. He believed that the rest would catch up in time.

     He thought of the words that Ahn Soo Ho always mumbled.

     'The ones who should live—live, and the ones who should die—die.'

     In other words, fate was somewhat decided for us. No matter how well he thought them, the rest was simply up to luck.

     "Logan!"

     The person who got through security and met Logan on the top floor was the temperamental Neski.

     "Are you really just going to leave it to Ricky and Sam?"

     "The field work will be taken care of by the ones on the field. That's our rule."

     "Both of them already failed? What could guys like that do anyway?"

     "Neski!"

     People thought mercenaries were free to do whatever they wanted, but insulting their colleagues was unacceptable. As soon as Logan yelled at him, he apologized.

     "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But I'm against leaving it to those two!"

     There was only one way to make Neski shut his mouth.

     "It was the boss' decision."

     "Hm."

     If Ahn Soo Ho made the decision, it was game over. However, Neski had a hard time backing down because Michael was his best friend.

     "Then send me!"

     "No!"

     "Logan!"

     Logan clicked his tongue at Neski's raging face.

     "Are you trying to steal Ricky and Sam's last chance to regain their honor?"

     "No, Sir! I'll respect this decision, Sir!"

     "You're trying to go against a direct order! And I can't allow something like that!"

     Neski going to the States would be against Ahn Soo Ho's decision. There were ranks in the forces, and Logan was at the top, Michael was in the middle, and Neski was below both of them. As for Ricky and Samuel, they were aids to the platoon leader.

     "I'll accept any punishment you give me!"

     Neski had already made his own decision. After glaring at each other, the person who backed down first was Logan. He sighed and then cursed like crazy.

     "Get out of my sight!"

     Neski took that as a yes. He saluted Logan then he left. Logan, who shook his head and entered the break room saw people gathered around the table. They were drinking whiskey in broad daylight.

     "What a sight."

     "You're here. Come sit down."

     There were ranks, but in personal settings, they were all just friends.

     "I saw Neski running out crying. Did you talk to him?"

     "I told him to get lost to the States."

     As soon as Logan joined in on the drinks, they all laughed. After filling all the glasses with whiskey, they all chugged together.

     "Nice! I love Johnny Walker Blue!"

     There were tons of expensive alcohols on the market, but for mercenaries, Johnny Walker Blue was expensive enough. They had another few rounds.

     "I'm worried about Ricky and Sam."

     "Why?"

     "I don't think Neski will leave them alone."

     "Isn't it our rule to leave the field work to those on the field?"

     "I warned him, but Neski isn't the type to listen."

     "Not that fool…"

     "Haha."

     They looked at each other and laughed.

     "Our Boss was very respectful about this. To be honest… Michael did a stupid thing. He deserved to die."

     "You're right. Michael was stupid."

     "Stupid Michael."

     They all dissed Michael, but they didn't have any hard feelings. Once the mood settled down, Logan talked about his thoughts.

     "Our boss not only killed all the terrorists in New York, but he even got rid of a Harlem gang and made a weapons dealer take responsibility. He did everything he could. But now he's in England going after an English bitch and a French hypocrite. For what?"

     Logan raised his glass.

     "For Michael."

     "For Michael."

     His underlings joined in and emptied their glasses.

     "That's the kind of person he is. He's fighting the world for a fool who died for being stupid. What do you think, Jesus?"

     "If I tripped over a sidewalk and died, Soo Ho would probably go after those managing the sidewalks and throw a fuss. That's the kind of person he is."

     "Yeah. He is."

     He was more stubborn than rational.

     "I'm worried about Ricky and Sam."

     Logan mentioned Ricky and Samuel once more, and everyone knew what he wanted to say. He tried to convince him from going, but it was Logan who wanted to fly over to the States more than anyone. As soon as some of them got up, Logan drank his last glass.

     "For Michael."

     ******

     There wasn't much to the London Protocol.

     'Newton had supernatural powers?'

     Conspiracy theories would have loved this information. This was a family tree that recorded the blood relations of those with special abilities. The right to enter the secret club of those in power was proof of one's nobility. Rome couldn't accept their status of being outside the church's influence, and that was how the witch hunt began.

     "Just because a person has supernatural powers doesn't mean they're not human. There's no genetic difference."

     "I'm guessing you did human experiments back in the day."

     "Unfortunately… yes. We used Africans and Asians to do human experiments."

     There had always been something called human rights, but the only ones they treated as humans were white Europeans. The rest were just animals. The London Protocol was a declaration of the white Europeans that they would begin supernatural power research.

     'Only the white Europeans are Jesus' children!'

     Therefore, killing other two-legged humans didn't count as murder. If this declaration—that was full of signatures—were to get out in the 21st century, it was obvious what kind of response it would get. Advanced research like that definitely existed in this world.

     "However, plans to make supernatural powers optional failed. The research was ended, and the records were eliminated. Until Hitler came into the picture… we paid a high price before we could find peace again."

     The companies back then were different from those these days. The companies set up by powerful families were one with the families themselves, so a big company was no different from an empire. They were always on top of the law. The harmful effects of privatization were worse than what people imagined.

     "Peace? Haha! That was the funniest thing I've heard."

     "Mr. Guardian, do you feel differently?"

     The chairman of England's National Security Bureau was either laughing or crying, and Ahn Soo Ho smirked in response.

     "From my experience… we've never controlled the situation even once."

     "Then?"

     "The situation always controls us instead."

     The stupid thing that many smart people believed was that they were on top of everyone else. At that very moment, a security guard ran over and whispered in the chairman's ears. Ahn Soo Ho felt the phone that the Russian ambassador gave him vibrate, so he took it out and answered it.

     "Vitali."

     "Soo Ho! Ransel isn't in Africa! He planted a decoy!"

     Rumble- Bang, bang-

     The building suddenly shook. Were this thunder and earthquake? That made no sense. Ahn Soo Ho was able to make a guess from the face of the England National Security Bureau's chairman.

     'This old lion, Ransel is no joke, is he?'

     He wasn't sure if he was brave, dumb, or confident. But Ransel Straussmow made the biggest bet of his life.

     "Soo Ho?"

     "I have to go, Vitali. I'll treat you to a drink later."

     He threw the phone into the trash can. There were three major ways to obtain the empty throne. One was to get rid of all the competitors, and another was to be acknowledged by the previous ruler. And the third…

     'He could kill me.'

     If he killed Ahn Soo Ho, he could get what he wanted.

     Whee-oo, whee-oo-

     The outside of the museum was in chaos. Black smoke was everywhere as if a bomb went off. This was definitely planned before the New York terrorist attack. Were this Barbara Huxley and Ransel Straussmow's combined efforts? He didn't know just yet. But if they tricked him, they weren't going to die a peaceful death.

     The patrol car stopped in front of Ahn Soo Ho. As soon as two police officers got out, they had bullets to their heads. The people around them went crazy in response to what they saw. The chairman of the England National Security Bureau and his guards were shocked.

     "What's going on here?"

     "Look carefully."

     Ahn Soo Ho kneeled and took out a French gun from the police officer's jacket.

     "Do London police officers carry French guns these days?"

     "Oh my god!"

     He threw the gun at the chairman and then grabbed a mask he saw nearby. A big fireworks event was set to take place in England on November 5th. November 5th was a while back, but trends had nothing to do with commemorative dates.

     "Are you going to go around in that mask?"

     "Why not? I'm the hero of England."

     The States had Captain America while England had Guy Fawkes. He was famous for being the symbol of a worldwide hacking group, but today, he held a gun and not a keyboard.

     "I don't care if you're the police or the military. Don't get in my way. If you do, I'll shoot you all."

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      Barbara Huxley was a witch.

     But that didn't mean she went around on a broomstick, made people into toads and control people's minds. However, she was stronger than an average woman with better eyesight and aged really well, but most importantly, she had a sense of what could happen in the future.

     She knew something bad was going to happen in New York before it even happened. Once Scott Davis made the proposal after the New York incident, Huxley Group's board of directors welcomed Barbara's opposition. The money queen? That name was pretty deceptive. It was true that she had great influence over Huxley Group, but the final decision went to the England National Security Bureau.

     When Ahn Soo Ho went around causing trouble in New York, the National Security Bureau was surprised and used Barbara as their scapegoat. She was angry at the fact that she was being used as a locked up ATM, but in contrast to her sexy looks, she was a woman with a tender heart.

     "How's the cooperation coming along?"

     "It's in the mediation process. Following this tour, Mr. Warren will leave Holly Corporation and he'll probably take the stars that look up to him with him. We're in the process of preparing documents for the dispute that might occur with Holly Corporation."

     "Make sure it doesn't end up in a lawsuit."

     "Yes, Ma'am."

     "What about New York?"

     "Not much has changed as of yet. Do you think the information might be incorrect?"

     "No!"

     Barbara strongly refuted.

     "The information is 100% trustworthy. The fact that you can't confirm it just goes to show that you're thoroughly tied down by security."

     "The New York police and the FBI are showing no signs of movements…"

     "Look into it further."

     Everyone dispersed after the meeting, but one person remained. Jane Huxley was also a witch. Huxley Group as a whole was a group with supernatural powers that were being monitored by the British government.

     "The board of directors must have wanted you to get hurt pretty badly, Barbara."

     "It seems like it."

     As more members started viewing those with supernatural powers as inhumane, Barbara's status started to decline. The reason why she accepted Ahn Soo Ho's proposal without hesitation was that new laws that would suppress her was proposed at Huxley Group's board of directors meeting. They were willing to use the witch to build a financial empire, but they still wanted to limit the human rights of individuals with supernatural powers.

     Barbara was angry.

     But every time she got the temptation to flip the world upside down, she thought of the devastating aftereffects and controlled her anger. In the end, she had many precious friends and family in England. Despite her strong opposition, the board of directors still supported Scott Davis and hid out as soon as Ahn Soo Ho showed up in London. No matter the circumstances, Barbara was still the head of Huxley Group.

     'Was he the bad feeling I had?'

     When Barbara connected the bad feeling she had to Ahn Soo Ho's sudden arrival in London, it kind of made sense. But why did she felt so iffy about it? In order to confirm it, she gathered her witch network including Jane. The ones who started arriving at the meeting room looked very different from the typical witch image. Some were wearing school uniforms while others were doctors, career women, police officers, and even military soldiers.

     "I know you're all busy, so I'll get straight to the point. Is Ahn Soo Ho our enemy?"

     Barbara looked at Jane, who was the closest to her, and she shook her head in response.

     "Negative."

     The next person was a woman in a white doctor's gown.

     "Negative."

     Next was a career woman just like Jane.

     "Negative."

     Then it was the police officer and military soldier.

     "Negative."

     Lastly, Barbara looked at the girl wearing a checkered schoolgirl uniform.

     "I'd like to defer my answer."

     "Why?"

     "Unlike all of you, I've never met him before. I'd like to take this opportunity to meet him face-to-face."

     The student put both of her hands in her pockets and looked dissatisfied.

     "Who knows? Maybe he could be the prince on a white horse who'll get me out of this shitty world."

     She was at that age where she wanted freedom. But even so, her situation was different from most teenagers.

     "He's… dangerous."

     "But I'm more drawn to dangerous men."

     "Stop fooling around."

     "I'm not fooling around. I'd like someone to get me out of this world! I don't care if they're Muslim! I'm ready to be converted, damn it!"

     Everyone became quiet in response to the student's roaring. Witches were the English government's best asset. The London Protocol was discarded, but the ones remaining with supernatural powers were used as the government's equipment.

     "I know you all feel the same. You all want to blow up this country, don't you?"

     "Melissa!"

     "Hypocrites! All adults are hypocrites! Agh!"

     As soon as Melissa's yelling ended, the meeting room's door broke open. After that, all the furniture flew around the room. Melissa's school uniform flipped upward before falling, and the rest of them ended up in a similar situation. The first person to get a hold of herself was Barbara who was standing the furthest away from the door.

     "Security! Security! Security?"

     She screamed into the interphone, but all she could hear was static, which made her realize something was wrong. As soon as she helped Jane up and turned around, an incredible sight came into view.

     London was burning down outside the window.

     There was smoke everywhere as well as the sounds of screaming and sirens. What was even scarier was the sound of guns inside the building, and it got closer and closer over time. She saw a security guard walking backward toward the broken door. There were some who were even bleeding already. The unidentified assailants dressed in black were fully armed military professionals.

     Bang-

     After getting shot to the ground, the security guard struggled to pick up the gun he dropped. The person standing above him pushed the dead security guard aside and walked toward the meeting room. Barbara stopped the female police officer from pulling out her gun. The man looked around the room and then smirked.

     "Witches."

     The man sounded like an English man with a French accent. He made eye contact with the surprised witches and smirked once more.

     "Bitch."

     Barbara whispered.

     "Ransel Straussmow?"

     ******

     London, which was currently known for its antique vibes, was dreaming of becoming the city of the future. Whether it was called Europe's charms or romance, Europeans thought of culture and history as the same and didn't destroy buildings in a careless manner. For that reason, it was common for redevelopment businesses to be different in old sections of the city. It was possible that the reason for the States' fast development was that they started with nothing.

     The city of London was no different from the worldwide financial hub that connected Europe to North America. The top stock market in the world was still Wall Street. However, in contrast to the States which avoided oil money, England lured funds of the Middle East and produced great results.

     "The targets are gathered in one place, Boss."

     A man who was enjoying an afternoon tea at a café received the report and got up.

     "The money queen must have been in a rush. She had a meeting despite the board of directors hating it."

     "That just goes to show Mr. Guardian's status."

     "That's true."

     Compared to the terrorist attacks that occurred in the past 10 years, the ones that occurred within this year was far superior. There were countless reasons for that, but many were aware that Ahn Soo Ho's absence was the trigger. The Davis administration, which was supposed to fill the vacant spot was out of the picture from the very beginning, and the EU was busy with their bankruptcy followed by England's withdrawal.

     Could there be justice in China's stubborn actions over the seas surrounding Southeast Asia? In Russia, where constant assassinations were taking place following the chaos in Moscow, a new leader named Vitali came into the picture, but it was still chaotic. Japan, which had a bombing during the G7 Summit, was internationally humiliated, and both the Pacific and the Mediterranean were invested with pirates and thieves.

     The number of kidnappings on ships, planes, of famous people, as well as children, increased dramatically, and in the fierce global business battle, freelance trouble-shooters were in more demand than ever. At this point, kidnapping insurance was more lucrative than life insurance. And how many people would have known that all of this started with Ahn Soo Ho's absence?

     'We all have our own individual plans.'

     Was Ahn Soo Ho an impressive person? Probably. However, his absence didn't mean the world was doomed. Someone was bound to take over his position, and the world was going to keep on rolling. But there were many people who were enduring hard times because of the struggles resulting from the power vacuum.

     "Competitors thought the power vacuum would only last a year tops. But just like how the States failed to fill the vacant position, the chaos was a lot worse than any of us expected."

     It wasn't just one or two wolves that were being suppressed by Ahn Soo Ho until his retirement.

     "That's why this world needs a second Mr. Guardian."

     Two men stopped in front of a high-rise building. It was a famous tourist destination for having the best view of London. There were many tourists as usual, and there were also many men and women wearing suits. It was a strange mix of leisure and business. The sight to see in big cities were the people in it.

     One man pulled out a cigarette.

     At a certain point, smoking in public places became illegal. Considering smoking was no big deal back in the 70s and 80s, this new change was sad to those who missed those days. When he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, people looked at him with knitted brows. But none of them talked to him about manners.

     The saying that goes 'to not look evil in the eyes' wasn't something that was only popular in New York. As a result of more citizens due to urbanization, there were endless incidents and accidents. There were very few who wanted to meddle in other people's affairs and cause trouble. As soon as he started smoking, a security guard from the high-rise building approached.

     "Sir, you can't smoke…"

     The security guard fell over backward before he could finish. The guard suddenly pulled out a gun and shot the man down.

     Bang-

     The gunshot made everyone scatter in panic. Some of them were so shocked that they plopped to the ground. Despite what happened, the man holding the gun continued to focus on his cigarette. He looked as calm as someone who was smoking his last one.

     "We're ready, Boss."

     "Then begin."

     He took his last puff and then flicked the butt on the ground. His surrounding was in chaos. In response, the security team pulled down the security shutter. People ran away in panic as the sirens started to wail. As soon as the man started walking toward the high-rise building, a flame burned behind. Him.

     Rumble- Boom, boom-

     Were those thunder and earthquake? That wasn't it. It was the impact resulting from a big explosion, and the destruction wasn't at a scale of a few buildings being demolished. The men who got out of the wailing police car weren't police officers, but unidentified assailants wearing black.

     Were they assured once the security shutter was lowered? The people behind the half-transparent glass didn't seem too scared. That was before the assailants pulled their missiles. As soon as they spotted the missiles, the building's security team turned pale.

     It wasn't just one but multiple missiles that targeted the same place. No matter how good the security shutter was, it wasn't capable of withstanding that many missiles. At the same time, multiple trucks ran into the building and crashed through the security shutter.

     Crash-

     The remaining glass, metal, and concrete all came crumbling down.

     Bang, bang, bang-

     In response to the continued attack, the people trapped inside started to run away. In the midst of the struggle, people started to get injured. However, the unidentified assailants had no interest in the civilians. The lobby was seized in no time. The man grabbed the key card hanging on the dead security guard and tossed it to his subordinate.

     "Install it at the observatory."

     "Yes, Sir."

     What they pulled out of their truck was an air cargo that gets loaded onto planes. The cargo filled up the lift completely. The man who dispatched the advance party looked at a female employee trembling in a corner of the lobby and gave her a wink. Since it was an expensive building, even the information desk employee looked like a supermodel.

     "You can come up now, Boss!"

     He stopped glancing over as soon as he received a walkie-talkie message. When he got on the lift, he saw all of London below him. If it was yesterday, he would have admired the beautiful view, but today, London was on fire with the sunset in the background.

     'It's burning down well.'

     The British were probably sad, but he was French.

     Ding-

     Once he got off, he was met with cameras and lights.

     "Are we in the middle of a broadcast?"

     When he got a signal that they were, he nodded. His bare face was being broadcasted live on the internet.

     "Hi. I'm… We're terrorists, right?"

     "Probably from the viewers' perspective."

     "Yeah. We're terrorists. Haha. I can't believe I'm a terrorist… This feels weird."

     He wondered how to introduce himself and then asked his subordinate who answered with a shrug. He felt pleased but laughed bitterly at the same time.

     "My name isn't important. What's important is that I was the French African ambassador until recently. For 23 years at that. I'm not lying. If you go into the French government's website, you can find my profile."

     When he started walking, the camera started moving with him. The hallway was in chaos with traces of gunshots. The way he stepped over dead bodies suggested that he was not normal.

     "Look outside the window. London is on fire. And we're in Huxley Tower in the city of London right now. You know Huxley Group, right? The group that Limeys are crazy about. You don't? Then… do you know Premier League's official sponsor?"

     His voice was very calm considering the dead bodies that were being filmed on camera.

     "Not long ago, we saw an assassination attempt on our American president on live television. A bold plan took place right in the middle of New York. That… was a very shocking incident. No one would have ever imagined it."

     Some culture critics called that the greatest art of the 21st century. A story based on a true story has a scenario that couldn't be matched with any kind of imagination. That probably inspired many artists.

     "Why do you think a patriot like Scott Davis tried to assassinate the president? The answer is simple. He wanted to call out in a voice of truth."

     Americans had mixed feelings about Scott Davis. Some Americans thought he was an incapable criminal who tried to assassinate the president, and others thought of him as a hero who attempted to restore justice by revolting against the government.

     And those on the outside viewed him as a patriotic martyr.

     "What's the truth? The truth in this world is that only those with money can live a good life."

     That wasn't something for him to say as someone who always advocated firm action regarding Africa, but the viewers didn't know that.

     "Saving humanitarianism? Donation? Charity? That's all bullshit. Do you really think the donations that go over to Africa are really free? That's ridiculous. Everything that happens including terrorist attacks is planned with an objective. That's the rule of strong nations. They don't allow attempts. That's because the ruling system more commonly known as international order is complete."

     For nations that wanted to last forever, there was no such thing as pure intentions and planning.

     "In order to maintain public order, I did all sorts of things that I can't even bear to talk about. I'm not proud of myself. But I wasn't embarrassed either. I know that I look like a bad person. After all, I didn't lose a daughter as Scott Davis did. Then why do you think I'm here? Not even in Elysee Palace but at Huxley Tower?

     He went around Africa for over 20 years for his home nation which was France, but the country that he loved pressured him to die a lonely death and turned his patriotism into hatred.

     The camera lens shot the burning city of London.

     "Limeys have always called us French hypocrites. It's true. I somewhat agree with that. There are times when even French people think it's too much. However, I later found out that all British people are thieves, and they were afraid of people knowing that, so they withdrew from the union. You probably won't understand what I'm trying to say in one go."

     The truth was, he didn't know everything either.

     "The reason why the financial system is complicated."

     The gunfight was nearing its end.

     "Cheating."

     People hoped that the rules and society were fair, but that wasn't possible. The gunfight ended. The man noticed a security guard struggling for his life, so he ended it for him right then and there. The way he saw it, freeing them from their pain was the best he could do for them.

     "The government scams us day in and day out by hiding under the word "national security". They're the best at discovering the most unimaginable and unbelievable methods and solutions. And no one is able to disobey that."

     The meeting room on the top floor with a view of the burning city of London came into the camera lens.

     "Let me introduce to you what the British thieves use as their secret weapons."

     As soon as he noticed a female student on the floor with her panties exposed, he whistled and looked around him.

     "Witches."

     He made eye contact with the most famous women in the city of London.

     "Bitch."

     "Ransel Straussmow?"

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      Following Rome and New York, London was on fire as well.

     After a discourteous awakening during the previous terrorist attacks, the advanced nations of the west were determined to put up a perfect defense, but they were left with another irreversible scar. The attack was similar to that of New York, but what was more serious was that a great number of old buildings, museums, and galleries were also blown up with everything else.

     It wasn't a coincidence that Rome, which hurt the least amount of people, lost the most amounts of properties. Since there were even investment firms that went bankrupt, the worth of culture and humanities was something that couldn't be calculated with money. The first attack that the London police recognized was at Huxley tower, but due to the explosion that arose near the British Museum and the Palace of Westminster, the Piccadilly Circus and the Trafalgar Square was under surveillance.

     Block the road connecting Downing to Saint James!

     Who's controlling Waterloo and Summerset?

     RTB! All patrol cars must return to base!

     What's going on? Why are the police shooting guns?

     They're terrorists dressed up as police officers!

     Avoid Guy Forks!

     What?

     In the midst of the police radio conversation, the most confusing command was to avoid Guy Forks. Who was Guy Forks? The police who were watching over the St. Paul Cathedral was wondering if they heard it wrong. However, there really was a Guy Forks.

     "Oh my god!"

      A red two-story bus was being driven at an alarming speed by someone in a mask.

     "Move! Move! Get out of the way!"

     Whether the stroller blocked the roads or not, not a single police officer was trying to stop it. The London police must have acted fast because the roads connecting to the older parts of the city were closed off first. The police squad, which was getting ready for a riot, blankly stared at the two-story bus speeding by.

     No matter how well the London police or government workers led the citizens and tourists, there were still lots of fools wandering about in dangerous areas. The problem of big cities was clear. That there were just too many people. It was too hard for them to control the situation smoothly and flawlessly. The thugs robbing small street shops were probably roaming around with a smile.

     The London terrorist attack was different from that of New York, but what was similar was that they were managing guerillas. Ahn Soo Ho accelerated toward assailants holding a missile. People usually avoided those with a gun, but Ahn Soo Ho sped toward them. It was the assailants who were taken aback.

     "Agh!"

     No matter how well the bus was built, it wasn't invincible, but the car that the bus hit flew off as it was paper. Then what would it have done to a person? One could only imagine. The final destination of the speeding bus was Huxley Tower. In front of the tower were many bodies lying around. He saw smoke coming out of one section of the building, and he also saw multiple assailants holding guns.

     Ahn Soo Ho charged toward them with the bus.

     Bang, Bang- Bang-

     This time, the bus didn't protect the driver. The bullet blasted through the glass and tires of the bus, but it kept on going.

     Crash-

     The bus ran through the security shutter and destroyed the concrete with it. The bus then slid across the lobby and fell over to its side. Then a fire started which led to the whole lobby being filled with smoke. After that, the bus exploded.

     Bang, Bang- Bang-

     One shot, one kill!

     It was Ahn Soo Ho who killed one guy after another with his gun. The gunfight ended quickly. Since he saw the many boobie traps beforehand, he acted as if there were no troops present in the lobby. While they looked at Ahn Soo Ho strangely, a building-wide announcement was made.

     "Welcome, my friend. I'm on the 65th floor enjoying a date with a bunch of women. Come up."

     'A date?' What a joke.

     He used the stairs instead of the lift. Even if they exploded the lift or cut the wires, he probably wouldn't die, but he still didn't want to be harmed in any way. It took an average person over an hour to go up 60 flights of stairs, but for Ahn Soo Ho he got up in no time.

     'Is he working with Barbara?'

     But it seemed like she got ambushed. That could have all been for show, but Ahn Soo Ho's intuition told him otherwise. If that was the case, that meant the London terrorist attack was Ransel Straussmow's independent action.

     'I can't understand it.'

     Ahn Soo Ho annihilated Kadesh Morken all on his own. He probably knew that there was no use using hostages against someone like that. And if he wanted hostages, it made more sense for him to use his family back home.

     The 65th floor was in chaos.

     The bodies in the hallway were mostly Barbara's security guards. England couldn't help that she was famous, but the fact that she was a witch wasn't supposed to get out. Yet Ransel exposed it to the world. After realizing that he really was a French ambassador, the world got lit up once more thanks to the London scandal.

     "Wel…"

     Ransel, who started greeting him after seeing his shadow, immediately shut his mouth. Ahn Soo Ho shot up the room as soon as he got in. The assailants holding cameras and lights were a total of nine people, and they all fell in an instant. The female police officer and female soldier picked up guns from the floor and pointed them at Ransel. Barbara let out a sigh of relief and approached Ahn Soo Ho before she was stopped by his hand.

     "You prepared some interesting things, Ransel."

     Despite the turnaround, Ransel wasn't surprised but just smiled instead.

     "Do you like it? This is an option that no one else has put into action until now."

     "How did you get them?"

     "It's all thanks to North Korea's black market. As long as they open a route, nuclear weapons can be made easily."

     The drugs and illegal weapons circulating in Asia were mostly from North Korea, and even some nuclear facilities were provided by them as well. North Korea played a big role in the black market of international weapons.

     Barbara dropped her jaw.

     "Ha! Nuclear weapons! How can you talk about that so calmly?"

     "Tsk, tsk! You're such a coward."

     Ransel clicked his tongue and ridiculed her while Ahn Soo Ho shrugged his shoulders.

     "I can't believe you… Ransel! Give me the unlock code right now!"

     Barbara looked at them both in absurdity and yelled at Ransel. The female police officer and the female soldier both kept their guns in their hands. They were ready to pull the trigger.

     "There's no such thing. It's connected to me."

     Ransel lifted his wrist. On it was a heartbeat checker that looked like a watch.

     "If I die, boom! It's all over."

     "You crazy bastard!"

     "It's interesting hearing that from a crazy bitch. What do you think? Are you willing to negotiate with me now?"

     Ahn Soo Ho just smirked.

     "The nuclear weapons weren't bad. Any other fresh conditions?"

     "Hm. If I die, a fatal secret will be revealed on the internet."

     "A secret?"

     "The horrible things that the so-called powerful nations were doing in Africa."

     The military policies that Ransel advocated weren't for the powerless Africans.

     "So?"

     "I just want to be acknowledged."

     "Do you really think you can get away after doing this?"

     "As long as you acknowledge me, everything else will resolve on its own."

     "What if I don't want to?"

     "Then we all die."

     That wasn't Ransel's original plan.

     Since Europe suffered thanks to J-Law and Issac, he didn't have to do anything there, and if Scott Davis had successfully killed the American president, the American military—who would probably be in shock—would have become more passive. Ransel was planning to use that opportunity to appear as the new troubleshooter of international conflict. The problem was that the New York terrorist attack didn't go as planned.

     'Who would have imagined Mr. Guardian would get in the way?'

     As soon as France knew the situation, they abandoned Ransel and even put him on the assassination list. Ransel's plan to attack London was for next year, but he had to make it earlier than expected.

     "Your secrets will be revealed as well."

     "My secrets?"

     "You're a merchant who sells death. The public won't react favorably to that."

     The public always had a negative view of mercenaries. If Ahn Soo Ho's past as the king of mercenaries happened to get out, it was bound to cause controversy.

     Ahn Soo Ho smirked once more.

     "You're dumber than you look. Do you really think you're the only one who came up with that idea?"

     "Probably not. But the others were probably too scared to actually try it. I have nothing to lose."

     With the nuclear weapons and the scandals waiting to happen, Ransel's confidence was higher than ever. Every country also believed that even the ones with supernatural powers were powerless in front of nuclear missiles. Ahn Soo Ho also believed that he could be obliterated with a nuclear weapon in the future. So Ransel believed that he possessed the best hand possible.

     "America's not stupid."

     "What do you mean?"

     "What I mean is that Yankees are dumber thugs than you think. Do you really think they've never tried using a nuclear weapon on me?"

     "What?"

     He had already broken the cameras, but he didn't take off his mask. He couldn't trust Ransel, and Barbara was crazy, too. He didn't want them to know any more than necessary.

     "Ransel Straussmow, you naïve little bastard."

     Was it possible for America to not have shot a nuclear missile at Ahn Soo Ho? As mentioned before, national security wasn't noble or ethical in any way. All they cared about was obliterating their enemies.

     "Let me ask you something. Africa's justice? The second Mr. Guardian? Terror plans? Did you really decide to do them all on your own?"

     "What?"

     The way his eyes shook made him grow suspicious.

     Ever since the brainwashing program began that was almost as powerful as magic, international order started to show some changes. Some people might have been hoping for the collapse of white supremacy.

     'It's not China.'

     China was known as the G2, but they had to overcome many obstacles to become superior. Then what about Africa? They weren't capable enough either. South America really didn't stand a chance, and despite Russia having bad relations with the States, they were a part of white supremacy. Then the only ones left were the Middle East but when it came to confrontations, Islams were at a disadvantageous position.

     So there was only one place left.

     "General Ashford."

     Criminal planning group, General Ashford.

     "No way! This was all my…"

     "Then press the firing mechanism."

     "What?"

     "Make the nuclear weapon blow up."

     Ransel was taken aback by Ahn Soo Ho's words.

     "You've got some nerve! Do you seriously think you can survive a nuclear missile?"

     "I'm serious. Your life and death have nothing to do with the nuclear weapon. And the explosive has already been removed. If you don't believe me, ask them."

     "Jeno! Answer me! Jeno!"

     Ransel desperately called into his walkie-talkie, but no one answered.

     "There are no problems at the observatory, Boss."

     A perfectly changed voice came out of Ahn Soo Ho's lips.

     "Gasp!"

     Ransel was shocked by his chillingly similar voice.

     "Do you really think I would have missed such dangerous objects? Seriously? But thanks to you, I now have some nuclear weapons added to my collection."

     Even if he had explained how he took those nuclear weapons, he probably wouldn't have understood. Ransel's face turned red as he desperately stepped on the pedal. However, the nuclear weapon didn't go off.

     "Are you sick? You don't look so good, Ransel."

     In contrast to Ahn Soo Ho's friendly face, Ransel was grabbed by an invisible hand and flew in midair.

     "You should get some fresh air!"

     "St… stop it! If I die, your secrets… Agh!"

     After hanging in the air for a bit, he flew out of the window while screaming. No human being could survive after falling from the 65th floor. Once the cold air from the outside hit Barbara's face, she finally came to her senses.

     "Is it okay if your secrets get out, Soo Ho?"

     "That'll pose more problems for you than me, Barbara."

     Whether Ransel was crazy or not, the French ambassador exposed the head of Huxley Group as a witch, and as soon as he died, lots of secret documents were going to be spread on the internet. It was impossible to stop it completely without having to destroy every computer on the face of the earth.

     'General Ashford.'

     Ahn Soo Ho's beliefs stiffened after that.

     'They're not just smart criminals.'

     It was clear that at the core of this crime planning group were alphas or those with supernatural powers. If not, they were some kind of cult that believed in supernatural powers.

     'What do they want?'

     ******

     "The nuclear weapon…didn't go off."

     "So it failed."

     The vice president of Michael Tobal's Genesis Quantum laughed bitterly. Across from him was the vice president of Thomas Chenyabin who looked like he saw it coming.

     "We should have seen it coming ever since the New York incident didn't go according to plan. Since Ahn Soo Ho's involved now, we can't expect anything to proceed as planned. But I don't see this as a failure, Michael."

     "Because the witch got exposed to the public?"

     "Ransel was pretty useful. I didn't expect him to attack London, but the results are positive. Both England and France will be in trouble which will speed up the collapse of the EU."

     "I see. But there could be more misgivings, Tom."

     Michael looked uncomfortable.

     "Alphas are all smart. And they're more…"

     "They are. I agree. They could have caught on to us already. But so what? As long as we don't cause harm and stick to the rules, we won't have to meet in the near future. And it's just a matter of time before Soo Ho stands on our side, too."

     Since humans were born with jealousy and envy, they wouldn't accept those who were superior but try to suppress and control them instead.

     "People will betray him. Trust me."

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      Even if a bomb went off in Rome, even if New York got attacked with a nuclear missile, even if London went down in flames, there was no way the world would end. The media acted like something huge happened, but there was no way Koreans could hear the gunshots and screams that were going on on the other side of the world. The working people were busy going to work, the students were busy going to school, the farmers were busy farming, and the fishermen went out to sea as usual.

     News about terror and whatnot were just stories of other worlds on TV. Just like how the States were watching Europe with popcorn during the World War, war had never happened on American ground. Some might ask if Pearl Harbor wasn't American ground since it was an island located 9000 kilometers away from American land. With that distance, they might as well have been a foreign land.

     No matter how much media and internet developed, there was no way Tokyo residents or Koreans could step into the shoes of New York citizens. While being alike, they were all living in completely different worlds.

     "Even if New York goes down, there's Philadelphia, D.C., Chicago, Miami, Las Vegas, LA, and San Francisco. There's only one New York, but there many cities that can replace it. Same with Rome and London. The internet and media make it sound like the world is coming to an end, but there are more people who don't even know it happened or don't care."

     In particular, the natives of the Amazon didn't care about what happened on the outside. What was funnier was that when Japan suffered an explosion attack, Spain held a tomato festival. Would Brazil cancel their samba festival just because there was a terrorist attack in Spain? During the World Wars, human civilization was flourishing. Just like how the war was war and living was living, terror and festivals were two separate things.

     "Memorials could be a business. A very expensive business."

     "Are you sure you're an American, Scott?"

     "Haha! I'm a patriot."

     Seeing how he loved capitalism, he must have been an American after all. Ahn Soo Ho talked to Scott Warren on the phone while going back to Korea on his private jet.

     "Soo Ho, you have no idea how much money goes into funerals. In America, it costs three times more to die than to be born. Oh! But that excludes childcare costs."

     "Stop the nonsense and get to the point."

     It was tiring to listen to a scam artist babbling on.

     "Hosoo Entertainment America."

     "You're going to work under me?"

     "In order to accept foreign investment offers, this would be more of a collaboration… But yeah. I guess I'd be working under you."

     "Under what condition?"

     "I want autonomous power."

     "Within reason."

     As long as he wasn't out to destroy the company, he didn't want to pose any restrictions, but he also didn't want to be an investor who just watched on without doing anything. The right person to manage Hosoo Entertainment America was probably Seo Joo Kyung.

     'She has a lot of ambition.'

     Hosoo Entertainment was going to be much bigger than the original. He was okay with Seo Joo Kyung going in and giving Scott a hard time. After ending the call, he looked at Jang Seol Hyun who was sleeping next to him. She was originally following Lila around, but once she heard about the London terrorist attack, she immediately flew over to Ahn Soo Ho.

     'What a foolish woman.'

     Who would fly over to London where a terrorist attack was taking place? If he was on a battlefield, would she be there, too? While criticizing her for being foolish, he also got a weird feeling. He covered her back with a blanket that slipped off of her.

     "CEO Ahn. It's Director Oh Joo Kyung."

     In response to the secretary's whispering, he left the private room to let Jang Seol Hyun sleep. Ahn Soo Ho stopped one of the employees from getting up and sat in another chair to take the call.

     "What is it?"

     "The National Tax Service changed their stance, CEO Ahn. They're going to enforce the tax investigation."

     "For what reason?"

     "Don't you know?"

     Ransel Straussmow, who fell from the 65th floor, actually kept his promise. Following the witch scandal, Africa's secret mission scandal, as well as Ahn Soo Ho's identity, was exposed.

     Code Name, Wizard! What does an international dispute mediator do?

     Mercenary King, Ahn Soo Ho! The man who sentences people to death!

     Mr. Guardian! The guardian angel for the rich!

     There were more secrets that weren't exposed than those that were, but even that small amount of information shocked the public. Some protesters called Ahn Soo Ho the living devil and others called him a psychopathic murderer. As a result, ridiculous rumors about him being a serial killer surfaced once more.

     "Is this normal?"

     "No, Sir. Korea is quiet. But the outside is very noisy. America is particularly fussy right now."

     Ahn Soo Ho stroked his chin. It had only been a few hours since he shaved, but he already felt some hair. Could it be true that gravitation affects the speed of hair growth?

     'I feel like this is revenge.'

     After the American president's assassination was prevented, everyone in the world wanted to know more about Captain America who was seen talking to Scott Davis, but the American government couldn't reveal that. Captain America had to be remembered as an American. The problem was that it was good that he stopped the president's assassination, but he failed to stop Scott's mouth from blabbering which led to humiliation. So the American media's criticism of Ahn Soo Ho was someone's revenge.

     "I don't think you can avoid the press conference."

     "Yeah. Get it ready."

     "Yes, Sir."

     As soon as he hung up the phone, Jang Seol Hyun approached while rubbing her eyes. She opened her arms wide as she approached, and Ahn Soo Ho hugged her while still sitting down. Since they were all first class seats, it was big enough to accommodate two people, but it wasn't a pretty sight for those who were single.

     "Why did you abandon me?"

     "I did? Where?"

     "In my dreams."

     Ahn Soo Ho laughed at Jang Seol Hyun's mumbling.

     "There's not much I can do about that."

     "You can't abandon me, Mister."

     She mumbled and then fell asleep in Ahn Soo Ho's arms.

     'She must be tired.'

     It wasn't easy touring around. Meeting strange people in strange places easily made one irritated. Leaving home was hard work, and the romance and enjoyment of traveling only lasted a few days. As soon as he arrived at Incheon International Airport, he understood Oh Joo Kyung's worries. Many people were gathered at the airport, and they weren't Jang Seol Hyun's fans, but men who were calling Ahn Soo Ho's name.

     Once he escaped the airport with the help of the police, he headed to Daesan Hotel to hold a press conference. There weren't many questions about Jang Seol Hyun. There were easy questions such as how the States was doing, or if Lila was okay, and various things about the North American tour. However, once Ahn Soo Ho held the mic, things turned ugly.

     "What are your thoughts on the claims that your collaboration with Scott Warren is simply an investment strategy that's taking advantage of their crisis?"

     "I'm not sure. All I know is that I wasn't the one who asked for his help first."

     "The London terrorist attack took place as soon as you arrived in London. Do you see this as a coincidence?"

     "If you put it that way, I wasn't in Berlin or Rome when attacks happened there. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a coincidence."

     "Why does the terrorist who was also the French ambassador have a file about you? Are you also involved in Africa's secret operation?"

     "No comment."

     The questions slowly changed into ones appropriate for a hearing. The last one to speak up was a reporter from CNN. So the question was in English.

     "According to the file that Ransel Straussmow revealed, you were involved in the death of a tribe leader of Hakunda people. Did you kill them when you failed to win the African natives over?"

     Ahn Soo Ho smirked. It was almost a scoff. The vibe settled down, but Ahn Soo Ho looked the reporter right in the eye.

     "What's your name?"

     "Tod."

     "Tod? Nice to meet you, Tod. Can I ask you a question?"

     The reporter didn't say no so Ahn Soo Ho asked him a serious question.

     "Have you ever seen hell before, Tod? Wait, let me rephrase that. What do you think hell is like?"

     The reporter had a hard time responding to his serious voice. Ahn Soo Ho leaned in and answered.

     "Most Americans think of hell in the exact same way. New York's Harlem? Detroit's slums? Miami's red-light district? People who'd endured worse than that might think it's like a battlefield in Afghanistan. It's true. The battlefield is hell. But there's another hell out there."

     In a world where cameras even reached the Amazon forests, Ahn Soo Ho didn't think there wasn't a single place where cameras couldn't reach. However, there was a place like that in Africa.

     "Eight years ago, I was asked by the UN to work as a guard for the African human rights research group. The location of the research group was not even Congo, but a more internal area that not even the rebels could reach."

     The Amazon forests were nothing in comparison to this place.

     "What do you think happened there, Tod?"

     The reporter kept his mouth shut in response.

     "The investigators all went crazy. Why, you ask? Because they had to face cruelty that they never even imagined. If you want to know the details make a request to the UN. The records are all there. The point is… the leader of Hakunda was a pedophile. He looked for little children, especially little girls under 10."

     He started to hear groaning.

     "The research group discovered that the Hakunda people and their leader were deeply involved in human trafficking and kidnapping. However, the research group isn't an investigation organization. So the person in charge notified the UN. What do you think happened after that?"

     The human rights research group thought they would do something about it, but they were being very naive.

     "Nothing."

     Nothing happened.

     "Do any of you know how the UN's human rights investigations take place? Anyone?"

     Half of the reporters were in the entertainment industry, some were in the local news department, and the rest were from other industries. And among the others, there wasn't a single journalist. They were just a bunch of people who flew in looking for a scoop.

     "The investigator goes to the scene and writes a report. In that process, he gathers all sorts of evidence. And using that report, the organization begins its evaluation. Local laws, international laws, as well as their country, and their relationship with the UN are conserved. And the corrective recommendation from the UN doesn't come fast. They all usually end as armchair arguments. Why, you ask? Because the UN isn't about justice."

     The UN wasn't Sailor Moon who fought evil.

     "It takes at least three years for the final human rights report to come out. And at the courts, you all know, only 0.01% of the cases are human rights cases. They have to be approved by them as well. So in order to prosecute the Hakunda people and their leader, it takes at least five years. Five years. Can you imagine how many girls and boys will suffer in that time frame?"

     The top organizations only focused on the big picture and didn't care for the small things. The tribal chief knew that, too. If he was a huge tycoon, the media wouldn't have left him alone, but he was simply the leader of a tribe who had a unique sexual preference. For the politicians and diplomats working for the UN, this wasn't an issue worth talking about.

     "He knew that."

     The leader of the Hakunda people knew that there was nothing the UN could do in the near future.

     "That's because the leader graduated from Harvard Law School. So he's a professional in the field of law."

     The mumbling got louder in response.

     "People think all African black people are dumb and uneducated. That's so wrong. Just like the rest of the world, Africa has changed. The heads leading the militaries and tribes are just as educated as the white elites. And they have more resources than those in the Middle East. However, in contrast to their growing knowledge, their ethical beliefs are still stuck at 1000 years ago."

     A century ago, the Europeans shred Africa to pieces, but they didn't go as far to annihilate the tribal identities themselves. Just like how not all Congo people were alike, not all Africans weren't the same either.

     The tribal wars were a dilemma that was never going to end.

     "The States, the UN, and the EU don't have any resolutions for the African civil war. That's how it always was and will be."

     Nothing was going to change just because they investigated and talked about human rights.

     "At one point the research group asked me if there was another way of stopping that tribal leader. So I suggested going to them and making a negotiation."

     Did they do what Ahn Soo Ho intended? The research group went to the Hakunda people and made some threats, and those under the leader from Harvard law school were simple-minded. They assaulted and detained the research group.

     'In the case that the employees of the UN are kidnapped or threatened, they are allowed to do whatever it takes to defend themselves.'

     Ahn Soo Ho and his security team wiped out the Hakunda people. That didn't mean they killed everyone. That day, the research group saved 490 kidnapped girls ledgers including 10,000 cases of human trafficking and got the pleasure to kill the leader during the rescue.

     "What was your question, Sir? Did I kill them once we failed to win them over? If we killed them, we wouldn't have left a report. I'm not that stupid."

     The Korean reporters laughed in response and the Yankee reporter turned red.

     "What else did you ask? Was I involved in the tribal leader's death?"

     He smirked again. It was another scoff. While Ahn Soo Ho was in Africa, he saved 115,821 people from human trafficking and kidnapping. The reason why he remembered the exact number was because he was still supporting them now. The money he earned in Africa was left in Africa.

     "That's all I have to tell you, Tod."

     Ahn Soo Ho lifted his middle finger.

     "Fuck you."

     Go home, Yankee!

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      Once it was established, Korea developed significantly.

     After crawling out of the Korean War, the country accomplished the miracle on Han River as well as a successful opening of the Olympics. Well, there was the IMF, but it was resolved relatively well in the end. Following the World Cup, it appeared that the country was really taking off again, but Korea in the 21st century had the same problem as Japan.

     Absence of leadership from the young.

     Both politicians and businessmen were most often sixty and older, and even ones in their thirties and forties were hard to come by. So leaders who were in their 20s were almost non-existent. What was clear was that what people could do when they were old was different from what they could do when they were young. What was in between stability and challenge were being completely ignored. Politics and society couldn't help but remain unchanged.

     How many young businessmen from a few decades back would still be alive today? Kang Joon, who was a part of Ahn Soo Ho's 8-member group clapped while looking at the TV.

     "Haha!"

     What kind of Korean businessman in their right mind would say "fuck you" in front of the camera and reporters? On live television at that.

     "That's the Soo Ho I love! I'm so proud of my friend!"

     "Isn't that a KCC violation?"

     "It's not like Soo Ho's a professional broadcaster. And even the president's scared of him, so who's going to get in the way of Soo Ho?"

     "Anyway, he still has a bad temper after all these years."

     Aside from Ahn Soo Ho, the 8-member group got together during Ahn Soo Ho's press conference. They might have felt uncomfortable about their awkward fall-out, but that didn't matter today. They were actually happy to see each other. That was why the friends one goes through hardships with were one's true friends.

     "When are you getting married?"

     "Next year?"

     Yoon Chul and Kim Soo Jung had finished their formal greetings between families a few days ago.

     "You're finally making your tiresome relationship official."

     "What do you mean? Our relationship's more like noble and pure."

     "Ha!"

     Since they started dating at the Naval Academy, it had been a long time. If Yoon Chul had been more enthusiastic or if Soo Jung was more easygoing, they would have either gotten married or had broken up a long time ago.

     "It's over."

     Ahn Soo Ho's controversial press conference came to an end. Ahn Soo Ho's friends only needed another minute to see his face again. The group was at Daesan Hotel as well.

     "That interview was a killer, bro!"

     Kang Joon bumped shoulders with him with exaggerated movements.

     "What about Seol Hyun?"

     "She went to the banquet first."

     "She's doing a good job as your future wife."

     "We have no intention of dating for over a decade like you guys."

     "Hey! I told you this is a noble and pure relationship."

     Yoon Chul's last remark got completely ignored. Even his girlfriend Kim Soo Jung turned her head. Ahn Soo Ho looked over at Jung Sol Ji.

     "You're here."

     "If you become a politician, you can't pull stuff like that."

     "Good thing I don't want to become one. What are you up to these days? I heard you're unemployed now."

     Jung Sol Ji glared at Han Kyung Il, and Han Kyung Il avoided her gaze in response.

     "I worked hard until now, so I'm taking a break."

     "Then now that you got some rest, you should start working again."

     "What?"

     Jung Sol Ji tilted her head at Ahn Soo Ho's peculiar nuance and then burst into laughter.

     "Run for the National Assembly."

     "It's hard without an agency."

     "I'll help you."

     "I said that wrong. Even if I get elected, there isn't much I can do alone."

     "Then form a party."

     "What?"

     She didn't think Ahn Soo Ho was joking about this. So she was even more surprised because entering politics in Korea was no easy matter.

     "You're… not joking, are you?"

     "I don't joke about a friend's future."

     "I'm thankful and all, but I have no interest in entering politics right now."

     Jung Sol Ji recently suffered from something that left her with a scar that got in the way of her entering politics.

     "Then what are you going to do?"

     "I'm going to write a book."

     "A book?"

     "Yeah. I'm going to write about the truth of you and us."

     "That would stir up a controversy."

     "Of course."

     Ahn Soo Ho showed a strange expression on his face. Jung Sol Ji didn't have any interest in returning to the political world just yet, but that didn't mean she was going to leave completely. It seemed as though her experience was going to lead to her writing a controversial work from the point of view of a victim. And Kim Soo Jung joined in.

     "Once the book comes out, I'm going to make a drama or a movie out of it."

     "You don't have the rights to do that."

     "What are friends for? Huh?"

     "Agh! My eyes!"

     "Fuck!"

     In response to Kim Soo Jung's sneak attack, he gestured the cutting of his throat and said, "You'll die." Ahn Soo Ho watched over his chatty friends and then clapped to clear the air.

     "We all have our own plans. This could actually be something we might not finish even until we die. But…"

     He stressed the last word.

     "If we do it together, we can do it. There will be times when we get into conflicts. But I don't think differences in opinions is a bad thing. Besides, people grow closer once they fight. Who here hasn't been hit by me before?"

     Ahn Soo Ho's joke that wasn't so much of a joke made everyone smirk. It was true. Kim Soo Jung, Jung Sol Ji, and Choi Jung Yeon had all been hit by Ahn Soo Ho before.

     "Friends… We're only standing at the starting line. There's a long way to go."

     He dreamt of being the national hero. He did have a compromising past, but he wasn't ashamed of it. He actually missed those old days when he was full of courage.

     "Okay! Let's change this damn Korea."

     He wanted to make a better future with his own hands.

     'But I have no interest in standing at the front.'

     If the 8-member group could look into Ahn Soo Ho's head, they would have called him a traitor. Why go into politics when it was so frustrating? There was always someone else who could do it. 'As long as it's not me!' He had to abandon that way of thinking.

     'It's foolish to think that I'm the only special one.'

     In modern society, anyone could be replaced.

     The first Hosoo Entertainment year-end meeting was held at the annex of Daesan Hotel. The name sounded grand, but it was just a year-end party where they ate and partied. There were departments that were awkward because members and employees were all mixed together, there were departments who were drinking and chatting away, and there were those who were busy taking selfies for social media.

     In contrast to the outside, Ahn Soo Ho's status in Korea only became more stabilized. Korea felt like they finally had someone who was known worldwide. There were also puberty-like responses, and the official fan club name was finalized as 'Guardian Angel'. When Jang Seol Hyun heard that, she laughed like crazy.

     At this point, there was an Ahn Soo Ho syndrome going on.

     "CEO Ahn."

     Oh Joo Kyung called for Ahn Soo Ho, who was surrounded by family, employees, and friends. They stepped to another side of the banquet hall and caught their breath.

     "Thanks."

     "Don't mention it."

     He emptied an entire bottle of water.

     "You should have paced yourself."

     "Who knew things would turn out like this? But where's Director Seo?"

     "She's busy with year-end events."

     "Year-end events?"

     "This is the season for year-end public TV awards ceremonies."

     Public TV awards ceremonies were like a pride battle between broadcast stations, but it was also a way of measuring each agency's power. The celebrities under Hosoo Entertainment were regular visitors of award ceremonies. However, since they only had one body, each broadcast station fought for the celebrities. Oh Joo Kyung handed Ahn Soo Ho a schedule for the awards ceremonies.

     "Why are there so many award ceremonies? Can't they just make it into one?"

     "Well, awards go to both actors and singers."

     The awards given by broadcasters were like a performance-based bay. For viewers who only cared about their favorite celebrities, the producers didn't matter, but the year-end award ceremonies were like a legal party where they could issue bonuses.

     Ahn Soo Ho got straight to the point.

     "Scott Warren will set up a Hosoo Entertainment America soon."

     "Like an American branch?"

     "On the outside, yes… But it'll be an independent corporation. I'm thinking of sending Director Seo. What do you think?"

     "Hm. She'll be happy about that."

     Oh Joo Kyung was on board. Since Seo Joo Kyung was all about expanding the business abroad, she was going to volunteer even before he asked.

     "Chairman Ahn. It's ready."

     Ahn Soo Ho nodded in response to Kim Woo Jung. People in the group didn't know if they should call him CEO or Chairman. Kim Woo Jung called him chairman. As the status of the group increased, he thought it was only right, and many employees agreed. On the other hand, Oh Joo Kyung didn't see a particular reason on why people should change how they called Ahn Soo Ho.

     As soon as Oh Joo Kyung got up on the podium, everyone went quiet. Ahn Soo Ho was always a popular CEO. What kind of employee wouldn't like a boss who paid a lot of money? He was a rich man who said what was on his mind. Some thought of him as immature, but the public generally saw him as a refreshing young man.

     And after the London terrorist attack, even the ones in their 40s and 50s showed passionate responses. He even had the support of many men. Men tended to be quite competitive, but once the ranks were decided, they stayed loyal. It wasn't just women who were drawn to strong men. Men respected strong leadership as well.

     In Korea, even those who talked the talk in the Korean peninsula became useless once they stepped out

     of the country. But Ahn Soo Ho said 'f*ck you' to all the strong countries, and he was still fine. And that had nothing to do with the fact that he had a lot of money. Only real leaders could make international order happen.

     He laughed at the sparkling eyes of his employees.

     "You can give me that look all you want… But if you want a raise, you'll have to talk to human resources."

     "Haha."

     They laughed quietly.

     "Many things happened this year, but it looks like it has finally reached its end. Let's have a moment of silence for those who are working today."

     They stayed silent for 5 seconds.

     "Are you having fun, everyone?"

     "Yes!"

     "That's good. On that note, let's not do a closing ceremony or anything like that."

     "Oh!"

     In contrast to the members, the employees cheered.

     "We can't really avoid the company dinner, but let's just forget the rest of the formalities. What do you think, Director Oh?"

     Oh Joo Kyung picked up the mic as if she was waiting to speak.

     "Aren't you just saying that because you're lazy?"

     "You caught me!"

     "Haha."

     Everyone laughed at Ahn Soo Ho's playful expression and surprise.

     "It looks like I raised a baby tiger! Damn it… I guess women have to date to become softer. Can someone date Director Oh, please? Or marry her if you can."

     "Ooh."

     People jeered. Ahn Soo Ho shrugged his shoulders and waited for them to quiet down.

     "When I was on the plane back to Korea, I read a very shocking report. There was a survey claiming that our employees were either avoiding dating or postponing marriage. Why, you ask? Because there are disadvantages that come with dating within the company or taking maternity leave."

     The members finally understood why Ahn Soo Ho teased Oh Joo Kyung like that.

     "Does that make sense? Does it, Director Oh?"

     This time, Oh Joo Kyung shrugged her shoulders.

     "I believe our company won't have to suffer such ridiculous beliefs. I believe Hosoo Entertainment Group will work towards building young and fresh ideas. However, you all betrayed my belief."

     Ahn Soo Ho put on a serious expression this time, but due to his silly face not long before, this just looked funny to most.

     "I'm not saying you should date, marry, and have children right away. That's probably not even possible. You need to make a lot of money from now on."

     "Haha!"

     He pointed at an employee and teased him, making everyone else burst into laughter.

     "I'll give you a week, everyone. If the members can't come up with a good solution by then, none of you will get a raise next year. I guarantee that that will lead to a very uncomfortable situation. I should know."

     As soon as Ahn Soo Ho stuck up his middle finger, people could neither laugh nor cry.

     "But not today. Please have fun today and leave the worrying for tomorrow."

     Kim Woo Jung brought the champagne and opened it.

     "Pour it!"

     The employees chanted along with him.

     "Let's die!"

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      The problem with Korean media was that they weren't critical of the arguments taking place outside of the country. But at Ahn Soo Ho's return press conference, it was 180 degrees different. If it was back in the day, they would have taken the side of the media, but this time, they pointed out CNN's wrongdoing and criticized the external sources.

     A press conference without class? CNN tried to find the enemy of the States outside their own country!

     China, Japan, and the Asian media are all criticizing CNN and BBC! It's time for the West to suffer!

     And the broadcasting company let it air just like that!

     Ahn Soo Ho, the international conflict troubleshooter! The giant that this generation needs!

     In contrast to America, Europe, and Africa that we're dealing with the chaos of terror, Asia was pretty quiet besides the bombing in Japan. Japan was used to getting earthquakes, so a few bombs didn't faze them too much. China was weird, but Japan was weird, too. In contrast to the advertisement and news in the States that always stressed national unity, Korea always talked about how the country was Hell Joseon.

     Kya! Fuck you! So refreshing! This is why we're addicted to Ahn Soo Ho! #AhnSooHoReturns #FuckYouYankees #CNNHumiliation

     Conspiracy!

     You shouldn't look down on US like that.

     Why not? It's not like we're dependent on them. The memorial and their mistakes are two different things!

     It's not like the CNN represent the US. It's just that that white bastard tried to get at Ahnfeller and got taught a lesson!

     White bastards are trouble no matter which country they're from!

     Huh? Are we looking down on the States now?

     Korean independence for the win!

     But is Barbara Huxley really a witch? #LondonTerror # WitchScandal #SexyCEO

     The sexiest female CEO in the world! Barbara Huxley!

     Isn't Huxley Group that huge conglomerate that works with fashion, hotels, airlines, cars, and everything in between? Compared to that, Daesan Group is nothing!

     I think you're mistaken. She's just someone who possesses stocks! Her nickname is money queen!

     Money queen? What a nickname!

     Gasp! She's so sexy!

     Doesn't she look like Eva Green? But Eva is French while Barbara is British.

     Eva? Barbara? Ebarbara?

     Hahaha! You bastard!

     The first year-end meeting of Hosoo Entertainment is taking place at Daesan Hotel! I'm taking questions!

     Are you a hotelier?

     I'm a college student for now. I'm just working here to earn money for college before I go to the military.

     Year-end meeting? Is it like a stockholder's meeting?

     No, it's a drinking party. They're dancing and going crazy. It's pretty much like a Christmas party.

     They're partying when the rest of the world is doing memorials? Can they do that?

     It's unfortunate, but what does the London terrorist attack or the New York terrorist attack have to do with us? Even on their day off, all the young men and women were at clubs in Gangnam. Isn't it weird to act like you care now when you were partying all along?

     Is it fun?

     All the celebrities of Hosoo Entertainment are here. Daesan Hotel doesn't usually rent this place out for anyone else but Daesan Group, but they turned it into a club. They're partying like there's no tomorrow.

     Whatever Ahn Soo Ho did turn into a controversy.

     Hosoo Entertainment's first year-end meeting wasn't Ahn Soo Ho's idea. What started as a social gathering for the members turned out to be a lot more fun. Hosoo Entertainment Group was a young company. They grew a lot since they were first established, but the members were at an average age of 35.6 and the employees had an average age of 29.1.

     "Are you the only one left, Logan?"

     "Someone needs to take responsibility."

     "Fools."

     All his underlings went to the States. Why? For Michael. It didn't matter what they could or couldn't do. What was important was for them to at least try. No one knew how long it would take, but they had to see it to the end.

     "What about the funeral?"

     "They're bringing Michael's parents over to New York. It'll take place as soon as the corpse is identified."

     "Will the New York police investigate properly?"

     "If we put pressure, they'll at least try to look like they are. But… it'll take some time."

     New York was in the process of a quick recovery. But even before the terrorist attack, there were many criminal investigations. It didn't seem like the American government was willing to give way that much for Ahn Soo Ho whom they had sympathy for. He'd just be thankful if they didn't interfere.

     "Let me make this clear, Logan. I don't want to meddle anymore."

     "You've done enough, Soo Ho. We couldn't expect any more."

     "Aren't you going to go?"

     "As I said, someone needs to take responsibility."

     Disobeying direct orders was enough to be fired.

     "Responsibility… How are you going to do that?"

     "I'll volunteer for free for a year."

     A mercenary not getting compensated was a big deal. That was just how much he valued Michael. However, Ahn Soo Ho shook his head.

     "There's no need to do that. Just… tell them not to get into trouble."

     "I'm sure they won't in such a sensitive situation."

     "Do you want to bet on it, Logan?"

     "Um, no, thank you."

     Logan immediately withdrew his opinion. There wasn't a single police officer who liked a civilian chasing after a criminal. Not just ordinary civilians but veteran mercenaries at that. It was obvious that a problem was going to arise during the investigation.

     "I'd better get a lawyer ready."

     "Should I call Smith & Heard?"

     "Sure."

     Smith & Heard was a large American law firm that also had a branch in New York. Logan looked back on his way out.

     "Did you hire Black Fortune?"

     "James? Not completely. It's just a temporary contract. Why? Do you feel like he's a competition?"

     "He's a legend."

     Every soldier of the American special forces had heard of James Black's legend at least once. Logan was also from the American special forces.

     "I might as well just leave the wrap up to him…"

     "No, I'll do it."

     As soon as he gave off the vibe that he was going to let James Black look after the underlings in the States, Logan immediately protested. While looking at him disappear in fear of hearing anything else from him, Ahn Soo Ho simply smirked.

     'That's what I thought.'

     Who was he to act like he didn't care? Men with balls had to get into a fight in order to come to a conclusion. Reputation was important, but in the mercenary world, it was all about skill.

     "What are you doing in the corner, Soo Ho?"

     "I guess I'm getting old. It's tiring to have fun."

     Was love really that strong? Jang Seol Hyun somehow got through the tent that the Magician put up. With the tent up, no one could listen or see Ahn Soo Ho, but it didn't work on Jang Seol Hyun. And of course, Jang Seol Hyun didn't come alone.

     "Long time no see Soo Ho, or Should I call you CEO Ahn now?"

     "Just call me Soo Ho in personal settings. But has it been that long? I don't think it has been."

     It was Jung Ah Young who hit it big thanks to the travel vlog that was filmed not long ago. On top of that, she transferred to Hosoo Entertainment so her situation got much better overnight as if she was Cinderella.

     "Really? Maybe you're right. I guess I've been too busy."

     "It's good for an actress to be busy."

     "Thank you for that time."

     Jung Ah Young nearly whispered her last words. She whispered it so that Jang Seol Hyun wouldn't hear. She was probably referring to the incident that took place with Esther Group's Chairman Oh's third son. She had a chance to see an heir's shenanigans that one could only see in movies and dramas. With that considered, Chairman Kim Dae San did a pretty good job with his children.

     'I forgot to call him'

     He clearly heard the old man's voice in his head. He believed he would live until 100 at the very least.

     'He must've gotten cursed at a lot when he was younger seeing how long he's living.'

     Kim Dae San wasn't evil, but he wasn't good-hearted either. No businessman was 100% kind.

     "Chairman Ahn."

     Kim Woo Jung looked for Ahn Soo Ho everywhere, but it took him a while because of the magic he used to hide himself.

     "What's the matter?"

     "The government is asking you to keep it under control."

     "Keep it under control? What do you mean?"

     Kim Woo Jung pointed at the board members with his eyes. Ahn Soo Ho laughed. Someone who cared about what the States thought probably worried that this was disrespectful to the memorial vibe that was taking place all over the world.

     "Government workers have nothing to do, do they?"

     "Should we wrap it up?"

     "Why should we? We've just begun."

     Ahn Soo Ho walked to the middle of the banquet hall.

     'These bastards… still, haven't learned their lesson.'

     Did he have to stuff it down their throats himself? As the time approached midnight, the party started to die down. So Ahn Soo Ho's appearance livened up the mood again. As soon as he appeared on what looked like a club stage, the members paused and focused their attention on him.

     What was a mercenary without an operation?

     Some became drunkards, frequented the red-light district, or got addicted to drugs. The mercenaries that Ahn Soo Ho employed received mental treatment even before their skill training. Alcoholics were better than drug addicts, and he didn't care if they liked women, but they couldn't prey on little children.

     The reason why he possessed many entertainment facilities all over the world was simple. He had to manage the war crazies who knew about nothing but shooting guns. However, he despised pimps, so he didn't possess any red-light districts, but he did have many bars and clubs. This was also half of the reason why he was interested in Hollywood. Because partying hard was also a skill.

     Ahn Soo Ho held the mic and kept it short.

     "Dance."

     He then threw the mic.

     He was not so good at dancing, and it made everyone's eyes go wide. As soon as a 190 centimeter-tall Ahn Soo Ho went from doing shoulder dances to hip dances, he almost looked crazy. The most important part of dancing was confidence, and Ahn Soo Ho was full of confidence. What was even more amazing than his expressionless face was his belief that he could show off the best dancing in the world.

     'Wh… what is this? He looks crazy, yet he still looks good doing it.'

     He was really at a whole different level. 'Where am I and who are we?' As soon as the people started to lose their minds a little bit, the DJ turned on some good music. What he turned on was "Uptown Funk" which was trending at number 1 for quite some time.

     'Good job, DJ.'

     The exciting music made people crawl in one by one, and the stage filled up before he knew it.

     'Girls hit your hallelujah, woo!'

     'Let's go! Let's go!'

     'Cause uptown funk gon' give it to you!'

     'Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!'

     'Don't believe me just watch, come on!'

     "Wow!"

     The party didn't end there.

     The only reporters present at Hosoo Entertainment Group's year-end party were from the Korean media. Ahn Soo Ho shunned everyone from the outside. When the Korean reporters asked him if that was okay, he gave a very easygoing answer.

     'Collaboration with Scott Warren? I don't care if it falls through!'

     American investors? Who cares? There were tons of Americans who would resent CNN if a 70 billion dollar deal fell through. It was possible that angry analysts and fund managers would rip CNN stocks to shreds.

     The idols were busy taking selfies and uploading them to social media, and as soon as Ahn Soo Ho started dancing, they made sure to broadcast it live. In particular, the other members dancing to "Uptown Funk" on stage was especially entertaining.

     This is the work culture we all want! Work is work and play is play!

     I love the way they sing 'Girls hit your hallelujah' and 'Don't believe me just watch'! Now that's a real party! The other companies in our country don't know how to party properly! They're too stiff!

     It's not easy being like this during a worldwide memorial period… That's our Ahnchild!

     Why do we have to have memorials for white people anyway?

     It's okay to do it, but it's not right for society to push it on us!

     To be honest, what happened in New York and London happen all the time in Africa and the Middle East! It doesn't make sense for us to have memorials for them! This is a problem!

     That's because those countries are weak! Let's send Ahn Soo Ho to the Blue House!

     Please cheer on Ahn Soo Ho's official fan club, "Guardian Angel"!

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      "Are you in your right mind?"

     The next day, Ahn Soo Ho was greeted with his mother's scolding for the first time in a while. Had it been over 20 years? He hadn't been scolded like this since he stole money to go to the arcade back when he was in elementary school.

     "Oh my goodness. What's this?"

     Mrs. Park Ok Nam was taken aback by her son's sudden hug. She wasn't actually mad, but she just wanted the best for her child. But she gave up on scolding him. As soon as Lee So Hye joined in on the love giving, everything turned around.

     "Wow! Me too!"

     As soon as she butted in, Ahn Ye Sol, Emily, and Rachel who were staying with them also joined in and made everything weird.

     "Stop!"

     If a paparazzi took a picture of Mrs. Park hugging four students in uniforms, it was bound to end up on the front page of the newspapers. Ahn Soo Ho, who was eating the Pollack soup that his mother made, and looked at an unfamiliar face sitting at the dinner table.

     "Who's that?"

     "Oh yeah! This is Bobby Cox, Emily's father."

     "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Ahn."

     "I should have greeted you first. I apologize."

     Greeting someone for the first time while sitting at a dinner table was a strange thing.

     If it was just men at the table, it would have been really awkward, but thanks to the four noisy girls, they were able to get over it quickly. Ahn Soo Ho knew that foreigners didn't like soybean paste or hot pepper paste so he thought it was too much that Mrs. Park Ok Nam took out the spicy stir-fried pork along with soybean stew, but what was funnier was the foreigners' response.

     "It's delicious!"

     Emily and Rachel used their chopsticks quite well and Bobby Cox even put his rice in the stew and showed off high-level skills. 'Isn't he just a Korean that had a different eye color?' He was a natural. Bobby sensed Ahn Soo Ho's shocked gaze and smirked in response.

     "I like Korean food. I ate a lot because of my older brother."

     "Brother? Are you talking about Chul… I mean, David?"

     "Yes."

     Lee Chul, who was the husband of princess Lee Mi Hyun and left Emily and Rachel under the care of Ahn Soo Ho, had a real name which was Davis Cox, and he had blood ties with Bobby Cox. Before going out for some air after breakfast, he saw off the girls in their school uniforms. He contemplated whether he should drop them off or not but getting photos taken together by the paparazzi was another promotional method.

     As soon as the girls in uniforms left, Mrs. Park also left. The women of the house were all busy. Ahn Soo Ho bought some coffee and sat across Bobby.

     "Thank you."

     His first impression was quite different from that of Lee Chul.

     'He's a thoughtful man.'

     He heard that he was quite a successful lawyer back in Australia. Being a lawyer was quite a big deal in Korea, but back in Australia, just about anyone could earn the title if they really wanted. There were lots of lawyers, but there weren't that many good ones. Even in the States where they bragged about the best law system in the world, skilled lawyers were hard to come by.

     "What do you think?"

     Bobby nodded to Ahn Soo Ho's question, which contained many meanings.

     "I was a little perplexed because our country has a different concept of the entertainment business… but I liked it. It was to my satisfaction."

     "Is Australia also like Hollywood?"

     "All English-speaking countries are similar. England is probably similar to us as well."

     In Hollywood, each actor and singer tried to do things on their own rather than going with agencies like Korea. In the West, they liked geniuses who were outstanding in skill and talent. No matter how hard one worked and practiced, passion alone wasn't enough to become the star in the night sky.

     "Emily and Rachel have the potential to become stars."

     "Their managers and trainers said the same thing. However, stars don't succeed from effort alone."

     "Is it like that for lawyers as well?"

     "Isn't it the same all over the world? Only the ones born to succeed end up succeeding."

     Ahn Soo Ho admired him in his head. Bobby had a similar way of looking at success.

     "Do you know about Emily's biological mother, Mr. Ahn?"

     "I've heard. I'm sorry about that."

     "It's all in the past now."

     Emily's biological mother passed away in a car accident when she was little. So her current mother was her step-mother, but that didn't mean she was an evil step-mom like in Cinderella.

     "Lily wanted to come, too, but she wasn't in the right condition to do so. She's…"

     Bobby trailed off. Ahn Soo Ho was unable to say anything as his blue eyes were on the verge of tears. Love made people stupid. No successful lawyer was capable of curing an incurable disease. It was true that Emily dreamt of becoming an idol since she was little. And the person who taught her how to sing and dance was none other than her step-mother, Lily.

     'I want to stand on stage for Lily who's sick!'

     This almost sounded like a youth comic from back in the 80s, but Emily's fierce passion came from her step-mother. She wanted to be remembered as a successful daughter in Lily's last moments. She wanted to make the dream that her step-mother had to give up on to come true. Bobby was proud of her daughter for that, and he also felt angry that he couldn't do anything to help her.

     "I'm sorry."

     Bobby apologized for being modest.

     "Emily will stand on the stage soon."

     "If you're saying that out of sympathy, I'll decline, Mr. Ahn."

     "No!"

     Ahn Soo Ho strongly denied it.

     "Emily is talented. And the synergy between her and her group is outstanding."

     He felt anxious because one of them was actually a granny, but it was a miracle that all four of them were together.

     "You and your wife should be proud of her."

     Because they were going to swallow the whole world soon enough.

     But instead of swallowing the world, Ahn Da Sol, Lee So Hye, Emily, and Rachel were swallowing burgers on their way to school. In response to the eating fest that went against their diet, even the security guards gave up.

     'They always fight when it comes to food.'

     The paparazzi liked to photograph them in the beginning, but they later got tired of it. At this rate, they should debut as food fighters instead of idols. But what was more fascinating was that they didn't gain any weight no matter how much they ate. One of the online discussion boards got into a heated argument over it.

     Is that the upside of being white? Such gorgeous figures!

     If they eat that much and don't gain weight, they must exercise a lot!

     I hate people who can't tell one thing apart from another!

     Ha! What are you saying?

     So when are they going to debut? This year? Next year?

     Gasp! I'm ready to worship them!

     Rumors about Ahn Da Sol, Lee So Hye, Emily, and Rachel debuting as a group started to circulate. Lee So Hye had a large influence over bringing Ahn Da Sol into the group when she was set to debut as a solo artist, and she was also the only one who could keep the rest under control. Was that why? Similarly to her older brother, she was often called the mediator of girl trainees and girl groups.

     The hamburgers mustn't have been enough for these girls, because they went to a pizza place for more food before heading to the academy. Hosoo Entertainment upgraded to not only accommodate idols but other artists as well. They didn't hold back on investing in various curriculums in the buildings that once belonged to Shinhwa Entertainment and FNB Entertainment.

     "Why are you so late?"

     Lee Sun Mi started being treated like a director.

     She was still a team leader, but it was as if she got promoted. She wasn't dissatisfied with it one bit. There weren't many agencies where female employees could climb up and produce their own content with their name. That was how narrow the female position was.

     "I apologize, Team Leader Lee."

     "Sorry, Sun Mi."

     Being able to call the team leader by her name might have been a special benefit that only foreigners got. They normally just greeted each other and practiced. But today, they were all called to the meeting room.

     "You're going to have to film a commercial."

     "Pardon? Didn't you say you normally reject interviews and advertisements before debut?"

     "Yeah… But we can't turn this one down."

     "Where is it from? Daesan?"

     Daesan Group was the only place that came to mind.

     "No, Quantum Series."

     "Quantum? Are you talking about Quantum Bluesky?"

     "Yeah."

     "Wow!"

     Emily and Rachel were surprised while Lee So Hye just blinked cluelessly, and Ahn Da Sol knitted her brows.

     "What's that?"

     "Don't you know Quantum Bluesky? Oh, do you guys only use Daesan's icon, So Hye?"

     "The phone?"

     Daesan Electronics Icon Series took up 50% of the market in Korea. That meant that among the 40 million smartphone users in Korea, 20 million people used Daesan's phone.

     Ahn Da Sol tilted her head.

     "Aren't the people at the top saying anything?"

     "There's some controversy… But it's not like we're affiliated with Daesan Group. So we decided to do it."

     Hosoo Entertainment and Daesan Group were famous for having a close relationship. It was more often Daesan who sent out love calls, but if they filmed a commercial for a competitor, things could get uncomfortable in many ways.

     "Does CEO Ahn know?"

     "CEO Ahn? I'm not sure. But a report did go to him. Why?"

     "Never mind."

     Ahn Da Sol just dismissed her question in response to Lee Sun Mi's answer. The meeting ended quickly. Even if they decided to do it, there was a negotiation process to go through, so they couldn't set the filming date just yet. Ahn Da Sol excused herself to a place with fewer people. In order to avoid negative comments, the agency prevented the female idols from using their phones, but of course, the F4 girls were an exception once again.

     Ahn Da Sol took out her phone.

     She punched in the number and waited for an answer. She normally wouldn't have wanted to contact them first. The last time she called, he was absorbed in a conspiracy that would shake the world upside down. He was a real psychopath who didn't see humans as human beings. He was so cold-hearted that he was capable of even abandoning his own family if there was an objective.

     "Angelica?"

     She heard a voice over the speaker phone.

     "I thought I saw the number wrong. Long time no talk, Angelica."

     "I don't use that name anymore."

     "Really? What should I call you then? Kumiko? Or Ahn Da Sol?"

     Ahn Da Sol got shivers from his small laugh as he called her name. She tried to hide it, but he knew.

     "Or should I call you Jung Mi Ja?"

     The name that Ahn Soo Ho would have despised also came out.

     "I didn't think you would have hidden the original black box in the countryside of Asia. You gave it to me good."

     "Are you going to stress the importance of possession, Michel?"

     "No, no! I have no intention of turning an alpha into an enemy. Also, I'm Michael. Just like how you're not Angelica, I'm not Michel anymore either. I'd say it's pretty much the same name but with a totally different vibe. Isn't this world interesting?"

     Whether he was Michael or Michel, the vice president of Genesis Quantum snickered to himself as if something was funny.

     "I know why you called… But the commercial is just a coincidence."

     "Who the hell would believe that?"

     Ahn Da Sol wasn't going to believe anything that would come out of his mouth.

     "Whether you believe me or not, the world is focused on him right now. Anyone who wants change will try to drag Ahn Soo Ho into the center of attention."

     "Does everyone want to die? You might be better off committing suicide."

     "Haha! If a collapse is what this generation wants…we have no choice but to make that our duty."

     "Crazy bastard."

     "Don't worry. I have no interest in dying any time soon. We're old and tired, but that doesn't mean we're stupid. Human beings don't like to acknowledge change. Change is perceived negatively, so they'll try to fight it. There will come a time when the world will push him away."

     He was just waiting for the day for the power balance to establish itself naturally.

     "What choice will he make?"

     He was waiting for that day.

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      The National Tax Service, which warned Hosoo Entertainment about a tax investigation, reduced its scale as soon as Ahn Soo Ho returned to the country. They excluded the airline and investment firm and only conducted an investigation on the entertainment agency, and many media outlets were busy creating columns and broadcast specials on this matter.

     "This seems like a desperate countermeasure to improve their image despite the popular opinion worsening. The government is probably in a dilemma. If they leave Hosoo Entertainment alone, it'll look like they don't take the politicians or government workers seriously, and if they just do what they have always done, things could blow up in a bad way. It wouldn't just be a bomb but a ticking time bomb."

     "Did CEO Ahn Soo Ho ever look down on politicians or government workers?"

     "I don't think so. Seeing how he's close with the current president and what kind of businesses they have, he's going along with what the government officials like."

     "Then why are they talking about this now?"

     "It's all because of the absence of young leadership."

     The newspapers thought the tax investigation was just a simple happening that would end soon enough while the broadcasting companies focused on using talk shows to predict Ahn Soo Ho's relationship with politics, his influence on the financial world, what he could do outside of the country, as well as his plans as the head of Hosoo Entertainment Group.

     HBS's appearance hinted at a revolutionary change in the Korean broadcasting industry. Just like always, customs and manners didn't work on Ahn Soo Ho, but that didn't mean he didn't have common sense either.

     'Young people! Let your voice be heard!'

     The younger generation, which felt discouraged due to the current job market was very satisfied by Ahn Soo Ho's bold actions, which were made despite strong resistance. It was predicted that if he ran for president, he would get 99% of the votes from citizens in their 20s and 30s. Since the internet was full of younger generations, Ahn Soo Ho was more popular than any superstar online. Just like how Koreans liked to label Korean stars with the word "national", Ahn Soo Ho got a new nickname, "National CEO".

     "It's a syndrome. The Ahn Soo Ho syndrome. This syndrome arose because the citizens are tired of the same old politicians, businessmen, and government workers."

     "Some experts are saying this phenomenon is quite overheated. What are your thoughts on this?"

     "The truth is, syndromes aren't good for democratic societies. For example, this is how Hitler gained popularity. Pretty much all dictators in history arose with the desire of the citizens, but please keep in mind that this is just my personal opinion."

     When the PD and the host's faces turned into a frown, he realized that he made a mistake. If he compared Ahn Soo Ho to Hitler, the discussion boards were bound to explode big time following the broadcast.

     'I'd better quit the internet for the time being.'

     It was going to be filled with all sorts of insults. And as the panel predicted, the discussion boards really blew up. In the News Group's thread were all sorts of comments regarding the influence one person had on an entire country.

     Do people only prefer Ahn Soo Ho? Of course! He's special!

     That's the problem. One person changing the world only happens in movies and dramas. What causes change in democratic societies is the various opinions of many people, not just one person's belief!

     If the people in their 20s and 30s are so obsessed with one man, maybe that's a testament of how hard it is for the young generation in Korea.

     It's annoying to hear you say something so obvious in such an obvious way! This country doesn't give chances to the young! Instead of change, they chase after stability! The self-preserving ways of the ones at the top make me want to vomit!

     I don't think it's good for this kind of syndrome to exist! Because Ahn Soo Ho has already established himself as a rich person of Korean society! No matter how much he climbed to get to where he is, that doesn't mean he's not filthy rich right now! The rich are in their own league!

     I agree! The reason why the reformation of the rich isn't taking place is because we're all being dominated by them! President Lee Joong Hyun has to understand that this is more serious than he thinks! The reason why we're not impeaching him isn't because he's doing a good job leading the country!

     Lee Joong Hyun is a fighting dog! He'll probably rip the rich into shreds during his term!

     I don't trust politicians! They don't know what honesty is! They're all busy looking out for themselves!

     Lee Joong Hyun is different! He's already put a knife through a corruption scandal! Our country's military is even more frustrating than the rich, so I want to praise the president for at least trying to reform the military!

     That's right! The military is a crazy organization! They're not even patriots! Some of them still think we're living under a military dictator! It's impossible to understand the minds of old men!

     The sound threads were having productive discussions while some of the other ones were busy cursing at each other.

     Ahn Soo Ho needs to use a tank to seize the Blue House! He needs to get rid of all the corrupt politicians and kill the Pyeongyang pig while he's at it!

     Ahn Soo Ho needs to be careful, too! If not, he could get sniped by a CIA assassin!

     An assassin? Is that really necessary? A cruise missile would take him down easy.

     America knows what they're doing, okay? No bullet or missile can kill the Ahnminator!

     How can any person survive a bullet or a missile?

     Didn't you see the secret documents revealed by Ambassador Ransel? They've already tried to assassinate him! 100 times at that! So seeing how he's still alive, that means 100 assassination attempts all failed!

     Is that even surprising? Castro's assassinations failed multiple times, too!

     Castro was stuck in Cuba with no reason to come out. You can't compare that to Ahn Soo Ho who's just out and about!

     You're all forgetting something! The secret documents that Ambassador Ransel revealed expose how the bastards of the West exploited Africa and Asia! And witches? This is a total violation!

     I don't know. Do you think they were the only ones? I bet Ahn Soo Ho has supernatural powers just like Barbara Huxley!

     Hm, I can't disagree with that one!

     Right? It doesn't make sense that he made all that money in just a few decades! It's not like he's Zuckerberg!

     You idiots! Learn to use those brains of yours! People who mediate and resolve international issues get paid the big bucks! Don't assume they make the kind of money that you do, you fools!

     No matter what people call it, didn't he make money from killing people?

     Ha! I don't know what to say anymore! Do you know how many people Ahn Soo Ho saved in Africa? Go to the African homepage! It's full of messages of gratitude for Ahn Soo Ho! He's not the type of mercenary who's only after money!

     Murder is the worst crime a person can commit! He must repent! He's a criminal! Hallelujah!

     A Jesus man has arrived!

     That man is not a Christian, everyone! Don't be fooled! They're all conspiring to slander the Christian church!

     "Ugh, those bastards!"

     Yoon Chul punched his chest with rage and Kim Soo Jung laughed at him while remembering that she had seen this before.

     "I told you not to use the internet."

     "Why are they all judging Soo Ho? They don't even know him!"

     "Sir Ferguson is an amazing director and superior philosopher."

     SNS was a waste of life and even the internet discussions were a waste of time. Even on talk shows where people face off face-to-face, it was hard to convince the other person, so discussions that only used words were most likely to end up with sarcastic remarks and ridicule. They were visiting Star Tower with an appointment.

     In contrast to the noisy Korean society, Ahn Soo Ho was busy having a fun time. If he didn't have plans today, he would have flown over to Jejudo. Ahn Soo Ho was interested in recreational facilities these days. As soon as a secretary approached, the two entered the opening doors. And once they got inside, they saw Ahn Soo Ho sitting in his chair.

     "What is it?"

     "Is that how you're going to greet us?"

     "We know each other too well for that. Why? Are the wedding invitations out already?"

     "No."

     Kim Soo Jung elbowed Yoon Chul to speak up.

     "I quit the police force."

     "Why?"

     His tone got higher.

     "Because I got sick of it."

     "Are they trying to make some connections with me by using you?"

     "Yeah."

     It was obvious what the upper officers of the police were doing. Ahn Soo Ho didn't talk him out of it. He wished he had stayed there for 2 or 3 more years, but he wasn't interested in pushing him.

     "Do you still get a pension if you quit midway?"

     "No… I came because I trust my wealthy friend."

     "You're both gonna stick your straws in this, huh?"

     "Haha."

     Yoon Chul just laughed it off, and Ahn Soo Ho clapped his hands.

     "This is good. I actually needed someone to take care of the guards."

     "Isn't your friend, Dae Ho in charge of that?"

     "He can't do it."

     Do Dae Ho wasn't capable enough to do the job.

     If he left it to him, he probably wouldn't have done horribly, but he wouldn't have made any improvements either. Hosoo Guard Team—which was in charge of Hosoo Entertainment's security—was the number 1 company in the eyes of anyone with great athletic ability or athletic background. Even if they went off to the Olympics and won a medal, their retirement didn't look so bright without enough popularity. The hardships of Olympic medalists have existed for a very long time.

     "The ranks of those who use their bodies are pretty clear and an employee getting in through connections is bound to cause criticism. I don't like the power game…"

     "So you don't want to?"

     "No! That's not what I meant."

     Yoon Chul changed his word as soon as Kim Soo Jung elbowed him.

     "Join our guards as soon as you wrap it up with the police. I'll let them know ahead of time."

     "Okay."

     Ahn Soo Ho looked back at Kim Soo Jung.

     "What about you?"

     "Go on a talk show, Soo Ho."

     "Which one?"

     "We need a big one to make HBS take off."

     "Did you talk to Director Oh about it?"

     "She said she'll get it ready as long as you give us consent."

     The task of connecting all the different broadcasting stations was in the final stages of the process, but the amount of work was still immense. There was a lot of backlashes when it was announced that a young woman in her 20s would be in charge, but it cooled down after a few months. Oh Joo Kyung exceeded Ahn Soo Ho's expectations.

     'It's not a bad idea to give her a little more support.'

     Despite being capable enough, her gender and age kept her back. Korean society stressed the importance of age, gender, and rank way too much.

     "Fine. But I'm going to put Director Oh in charge of casting."

     "That Shim Il Kwon will hate that."

     "Oh! Do you understand the power structure already?"

     "Of course."

     Just because she worked in a broadcasting station for so long didn't mean she didn't understand politics. The reason why she kept her job despite being on the higher-ups' bad side was all because of this.

     "Then what's his downfall?"

     "His academic record?"

     "Yup."

     Shim Il Kwon looked like a gentleman on the outside, but his downfall was his academic record.

     "It's actually not a big deal, but him thinking of it as a weakness made it into one."

     "In our country, academia is just as important as blood relations."

     "He respects rich people, so he also wants to be one."

     "I heard that he once got humiliated at some cultural art event. Oh, it was different this time, wasn't it?"

     "I don't know."

     "I'd better ask Director Oh about this one."

     The story about how Shim Il Kwon attended a cultural event for the rich and got humiliated was quite famous. Old men who only valued classical music and looked down on pop art also didn't acknowledge entertainers as real artists. However, the last event was very different. First of all, Daesan Group, who was the main sponsor, supported Hosoo Entertainment, so the other rich people couldn't treat Ahn Soo Ho's deputies, Oh Joo Kyung, and Shim Il Kwon in a careless manner.

     No matter how many distinct species there were in art, the rich were still afraid of him. There wasn't a single person who wanted to risk being hit by a storm. Just because they were old didn't mean they were dumb. They were actually more sensitive to the direction of power.

     "Did you cast Seol Hyun?"

     "If you do it, she'll follow."

     The thread always followed the needle.

     "Okay, fine. Go for it."

     "Are you going to have dinner tonight?"

     Ahn Soo Ho looked at his watch. It was 3 o'clock. It was an iffy time, but after a bit of wandering, it was going to be dinner time in no time.

     "How about we invite Seol Hyun and ask her while we're at it?"

     "I don't know. Do what you want."

     "Thank you."

     As soon as Ahn Soo Ho's interphone rang, he answered it.

     "What is it?"

     "Miss Ahn Da Sol is here."

     "Okay."

     Ahn Soo Ho opened the door.

     "See you downstairs."

     "Okay."

     Once he sent Yoon Chul and Kim Soo Jung off, he called Ahn Da Sol over with his hand. As soon as the door closed, he told her to get straight to the point.

     "What is it?"

     "Did you know that we got an advertisement offer from Genesis Quantum?"

     "Quantum. I think I've seen a report about them somewhere. But why?"

     "Michel… I mean Vice President Michael Tobal of Genesis Quantum… has supernatural powers."

     "Oh!"

     Ahn Soo Ho made an exaggerated expression as if he was surprised, but he didn't feel much. He had already predicted that many alpha organisms were dominating the authoritative positions that controlled the world. Huxley Group was just the tip of the iceberg.

     "So?"

     "Aren't you worried?"

     "Not really."

     "They could be approaching with intent."

     "Maybe. But so what?"

     "They could be trying to use you."

     "Haha!"

     Ahn Soo Ho laughed loudly and Ahn Da Sol crinkled her face.

     "You remind me of someone sometimes. She… also worried a lot. Why are you saying something so obvious in such a serious way? Of course, they're approaching to use me. Why would they help us? The only person who's kind to us without intent is our mothers."

     "Aren't you worried about how brutal his plot might be?"

     "It's tiring to worry about all of that. And the intent of my enemies isn't important to me."

     "Then what is?"

     "The result."

     No matter what their intent was, if he got hurt in any way, that meant something bad was going to happen.

     "What's my motto?"

     "That the ones who'll succeed will."

     Ahn Da Sol mumbled.

     The ones who were supposed to die on the battlefield would die, and the ones who were supposed to live would live on. Just like that, what mattered the most was the results. If the results were bad, it didn't matter what the intent was. The reason why people made all sorts of excuses for their small mistakes was because they imagined there would be a better day tomorrow.

     But there was no such thing.

     "Michel? Or Michael? I don't care who he is. If he thinks he can use me, he should try. But if that ends up with a bad result, I'm going to make sure he pays."

     In a world where witches existed, no one could say that there wasn't an angel either.

     "Responsibility for results."

     Ahn Soo Ho believed that the current judicial system disregarded taking responsibility for the results and provided a way for criminals to escape. The way they stressed that punishments needed to be reduced since the future couldn't be predicted were all nonsense. However, Ahn Soo Ho's rules had a contradiction as well. It was true that everything he did, resulted in some kind of victim.

     Who would they get back at in revenge?

     That was why Ahn Soo Ho didn't avoid revenge. If he had a right to get revenge, so did other people. But it was his responsibility to take responsibility for the results. For that reason, the strength that allowed revenge to succeed was justice.

     "Strength is justice."

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      The movie that Jang Seol Hyun was preparing for was a spy action film that required a change in image. Compared to Hollywood, it was commonly perceived that Chungmuro was incapable of producing big gun fights, street battles, or explosions. Beyond the issues of governmental permission and technical aspects, they just didn't have money to smash everything to pieces.

     The film "Nuremberg" was about a father and daughter who were spies trying to expose the corruption and betrayal within the intelligence agency. The father was charged for betraying his country, and as a result, the daughter devoted herself to the organization in order to rid of any suspicion due to their blood relation.

     But she then realized that her father was framed by someone who was higher up in the system. As a result, the daughter started a fierce battle against the top executives in order to uncover the truth behind their betraying her father.

     "That's what it's about. Wow!"

     "It's a typical spy movie."

     Ahn Soo Ho went to find Jang Seol Hyun, who was busy getting fit for her role.

     The reason why he took over the fitness center in Apgujeong was for his employees and celebrities who needed to exercise. Even though Star Tower had more than enough room for a fitness center, they still couldn't make a pool. Swimming was the best way to work out all the muscles in the body. But this fitness center didn't take anyone as members besides those of Hosoo Entertainment.

     "Ugh!"

     "More! More!"

     There was wailing all over the place. Since Ahn Soo Ho was there, the trainer couldn't tell her to keep going, so in the end, both of them were left alone. She got rid of the smile she had on her face this whole time, leaned on exercise equipment, and stuck out her tongue.

     "I'm pooped."

     "How are you going to survive?"

     "I have no other choice. I have to look like a female warrior."

     Jang Seol Hyun wasn't the smallest, but she wasn't 180 centimeters tall like a model either.

     "Do you want a piggy back ride?"

     "No, I'm sweating."

     She wanted the piggyback ride, but she didn't want Ahn Soo Ho to ruin his clothes. After seeing her take off to the shower room, he looked for her manager. Even though Kim Woo Jung was promoted to be a director, he still worked as Jang Seol Hyun's manager, but that didn't mean he could still follow her everywhere she went.

     "Are they going to start filming?"

     "Well…"

     "Tell me exactly what's going on."

     30 billion won for production wasn't so much that it broke any records, but it was a lot without any foreign funds involved.

     "The investments are still there… but the bank that needs to carry out the payment is in the process of checking with an insurance company…"

     "Insurance?"

     "Yes, Sir. They can't start filming until the insurance passes through."

     Ahn Soo Ho didn't know anything about the movie industry but as soon as he heard the word "insurance", he nodded. Hollywood was the same way. Not just because Americans loved insurance, but because any product with risks automatically needed insurance. In the case of action movies, actors could get hurt or filming equipment could get destroyed or lost.

     "Just like the candlelight vigil and the terrorist attacks, many things have been happening these days. Since this movie is going to be filmed abroad, the evaluation is pretty tricky. The bank wants to increase the amount of insurance while the insurance company wants to leave out as many options as possible."

     "In the end, it's all about money."

     "In simpler terms… yes, that's right."

     In modern society, many problems began with money and ended with money as well. When Jang Seol Hyun came back out, he saw her manager's serious face and tilted her head.

     "What is it? Is Soo Ho harassing you?"

     "No… no! No way!"

     Her manager was so surprised that he spoke in a strange way that was a combination of formal and informal. He didn't feel comfortable speaking informally to her as he always had in front of the chairman. Ahn Soo Ho smirked. Was this the fear that the public had of the rich? Koreans possessed instinctive fear depending on a person's identity.

     Jang Seol Hyun linked arms with Ahn Soo Ho.

     "You can go."

     She sent off her manager first. She told him to go home, but he probably went back to the office to work some more. Maybe he didn't care since he got paid for overtime. He tried to come up with all sorts of ideas regarding dating, marriage and having children, but he hadn't come up with even one good idea.

     "Where are we going?"

     "We're going to meet up with my friends. You know Chul and Soo Jung, right?"

     "Oh, I know Soo Jung."

     Kim Soo Jung was already close with Jang Seol Hyun. Since they were both in broadcasting, they had many chances to meet. The car that they rode arrived at a fancy restaurant. Both Jang Seol Hyun and Ahn Soo Ho had so many people following them around these days that it was crazy.

     The entrance of the restaurant was in chaos.

     Jang Seol Hyun just waved without showing any surprise while Ahn Soo Ho just ignored them. If he was anyone else, he would have been called pompous, but this was Ahn Soo Ho they were talking about. They were all used to it by now.

     As soon as they entered the room, Yoon Chul and Kim Soo Jung got up and greeted them.

     "What a commotion. Hello, Seol Hyun. Long time no see."

     "Hello. I couldn't greet you properly last time… I'll treat you to a meal sometime…"

     "Please don't! I'll die."

     They were talking about the incident that happened at Ahn Soo Ho's bar when he first returned to the country. Jang Seol Hyun just said that to be mannerly, but she was actually minding both Yoon Chul and Kim Soo Jung.

     "Let's sit."

     They couldn't stay standing forever.

     Since it was a fancy restaurant, the employees were different from the fans. But then again, since this restaurant had many celebrity customers, they educated their employees well and made sure they didn't spread rumors. Without the need for Ahn Soo Ho to check, the guard team had already checked the whole place for any wiretapping.

     'They're all adjusting well.'

     What the Hosoo Guard Team needed were experience and time.

     "The star of tonight isn't Soo Ho, but you, Seol Hyun."

     "Pardon? Me?"

     "Yeah. Go on a talk show."

     In response to Kim Soo Jung's direct request, Jang Seol Hyun looked at Ahn Soo Ho to which he shrugged.

     "Do what you want."

     "What about you?"

     "I… agreed to do it."

     "Then I'll do it, too."

     Kim Soo Jung looked as if she expected that answer.

     "I knew it! Why wouldn't the thread follow the needle? Good choice, Seol Hyun. I'll make you look really good."

     "Are you the one doing it?"

     "Yeah."

     "What if it turns out like shit?"

     "Hey!"

     Kim Soo Jung opposed to Ahn Soo Ho's negative assumptions.

     "If you keep being like that, I'm going to reveal your dark past!"

     "Dark past? Does Soo Ho have such a thing?"

     "Yeah. I have a great story."

     Jang Seol Hyun's eyes sparkled as if she was waiting to hear more. The reason why she was good to the Do brothers was because they were family, but also because she wanted to hear more about Ahn Soo Ho.

     "Let me tell you…"

     "Haha! It's nothing, Seol Hyun. Haha."

     Yoon Chul covered Kim Soo Jung's mouth as soon as he saw Ahn Soo Ho's knitted brows. Even though they still weren't married yet, he still didn't want to see his wife get beat up by another man. Ahn Soo Ho wasn't the type to go easy even to a girl.

     "Anyway, what are we going to talk about on the talk show?"

     "Hm."

     Jang Seol Hyun was deep in thought. She was sad that she couldn't hear about Ahn Soo Ho's dark past, but there would be opportunities to come as well.

     "Can I talk about when I first met Soo Ho?"

     "That… could make things difficult for many people."

     Jang Seol Hyun's question made Ahn Soo Ho stop eating.

     "Why? What is it?"

     Kim Soo Jung expressed her curiosity. The love story between Ahn Soo Ho and Jang Seol Hyun was as in demand as that of the Monaco king and queen. On top of that, there wasn't anything as interesting as the dating life of another couple.

     "Gary Peznoble."

     "The boxing promoter?"

     It wasn't Kim Soo Jung who responded to the name Ahn Soo Ho mentioned, but Yoon Chul instead. Right at that moment, their food came out. For a while, they were busy looking at the food with their mouths shut. For Yoon Chul, who was still in the process of leaving his job, he had to pay for his meal as his personal expense. If not, someone looking for an opportunity to attack could accuse him of providing favors.

     As soon as the servers left, Kim Soo Jung spoke up.

     "Who's Gary Peznoble?"

     "A boxing promoter from Las Vegas. He's a giant in the world of boxing."

     "How do you know that?"

     "Because I like boxing."

     Besides Korea, many people all over the world enjoyed watching boxing. Even in Japan, boxing was a huge sport.

     "Wait, did he retire because…"

     "All American industries are related. You might wonder what an actor and a boxing promoter might have in common, but their complicated investment system makes their Texan farm owner into the major shareholder of a Wall Street insurance company."

     Gary Peznoble was the most famous American boxing promoter as well as the pimp that Soo Ho despised the most. Yoon Chul laughed bitterly.

     "He's a sponsor."

     "It's not just a problem within the Korean entertainment industry."

     Hwang Min Wook's list made the entire Korean entertainment industry tremble. They weren't the type to leave beautiful women and men alone. What the most powerful especially enjoyed were connections in the entertainment industry. They couldn't invite ugly men and women to their parties now, could they?

     "This is a dangerous topic… but it doesn't sound bad."

     "But we can't reveal the whole truth. I few will do, we'll run into diplomatic issues."

     As soon as Ahn Soo Ho looked back at Kim Soo Jung, she used her thumb and index finger to make a circle.

     "Okay! Got it."

     "If you're not careful with it, you might have to deal with the KCC right after the first episode."

     "I'm not a newbie, you know. Just trust me."

     Was Kim Soo Jung always this kind of confident career woman?

     "So did you get into conflict with that boxing promoter?"

     "Yeah. But when I dug up his past, he turned out to be nothing but a puppet."

     Boxing promoters could only get to a certain point, and the real giant that Ahn Soo Ho was looking for was someone else.

     "Jack Toms."

     "Gasp! The casino king?"

     There were all sorts of kings in this world. However, every reputation had two sides.

     "But Jack Toms doesn't stand in the forefront. He's more like an urban legend. A ghost. There isn't a single person who can say they saw Jack Toms in person because…"

     After pursuing Jack Toms, Ahn Soo Ho found out the truth.

     "He never existed in the first place."

     "What?"

     "There's no Jack Toms. But there is a General Ashford."

     "That crime planning group?"

     Yoon Chul mumbled.

     Ahn Soo Ho had mentioned his name before. As someone who never left Korea before, the world that his friend lived in sounded way too foreign. It just didn't sound realistic to him. Even the food they were eating was at a cost that he had no proper grasp of.

     "Did you fight with them, too?"

     "No, as soon as I started chasing them, they backed off."

     It was a strange incident indeed. Such a renowned crime planning group backed off without any conditions. He just accepted it for what it was back then, but looking back on it, it seemed suspicious in many ways. Ahn Da Sol had some kind of connection to General Ashford. He could have made her talk right away, but if he wasn't ready to kill them right away, it wasn't advisable to irritate an alpha organism.

     Yoon Chul had a hard time understanding. If he didn't exist, who was Jack Toms that was roaming around Las Vegas?

     "If Jack Toms isn't real, who's the person getting mentioned all the time in Las Vegas?"

     "I don't know… Who could it be?"

     Ahn Soo Ho smirked. People thought that the information the French hypocrite exposed was a lot, but that was a very small proportion of the truth. He was the only one who knew everything about the inside, and the fewer people knew about the truth, the better.

     The great, great magician was an old person who was thorough with preparations.

     They did have a dark personality, but the dungeon network they built all over the world was just a part of their thorough preparations. They had much more prepared than that, but nothing was 100% perfect. There was no end to preparations. Rome, New York, and London were devastated due to terror, but Ahn Soo Ho was very satisfied with his trip abroad.

     'It's not the best, but I now have a nuclear bomb in my collection.'

     Now, he could fight with the entire world and be able to win.

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      All broadcasts had scripts.

     Talk Shows in particular covered sensitive topics, so it was important to clarify the stances of both the hosts and guests. Rumors about HBS's new talk show started to spread and drew a lot of interest from the public before it even started.

     Hidden stories of CEO Ahn Soo Ho and Jang Seol Hyun!

     HBS, a direct investment, and marketing? Is this the beginning of a broadcast war?

     HBS, their biggest shareholders are Hosoo Investments and Daesan Media!

     HBS, is Chairman Ahn Soo Ho their owner?

     In the midst of many investment offers being made to Hosoo Investments, Korea's stock market saw a boom for the first time in a long time. Wall Street was also happy to hear about a collaboration with Ahn Soo Ho from Scott Warren's lips, and after going through a hard time with the scandal, Huxley Group decided to invest 63 billion UK pounds in Hosoo Entertainment America and Europe.

     The stock markets of Europe and North America might have been happy about this, but the media wrote negative and critical articles about it. They were stressing that despite not being harmed by the terrorist attacks, the Asians and their funds were trying to win over white superiority.

     Bibimbap is more popular than Sushi!

     Is Hosoo Entertainment replacing Sony Entertainment?

     Are the Korean monsters taking over the Japanese samurai?

     Will CEO Ahn make his dream of beating Disney come true?

     Regardless of what they were saying on the outside, Ahn Soo Ho was enjoying a leisurely time with Jang Seol Hyun. His subordinates would have cursed at him if they knew, but that was why he paid them the big bucks. The more the paparazzi saw Ahn Soo Ho and Jang Seol Hyun together, the more they became unyielding. In contrast to the Ahn Soo Ho syndrome taking over, he hadn't done any broadcasts after the traveling program he was on a while back.

     So the public wanted to know more about Ahn Soo Ho.

     "Talk show? I just have to go on and babble away, right?"

     "It'd be best to avoid sensitive topics."

     "Why?"

     "Because anything you say will become a controversy. That's why top stars don't go on talk shows."

     Ahn Soo Ho tilted his head in response.

     "Then what about you?"

     "Well, in my case… I have you."

     It would have been a problem if she went alone, but as long as she went on with Ahn Soo Ho, she could strip and dance if she wanted to. In the morning, Jang Seol Hyun had to meet with all the staff of the movie she was preparing for. The casting was complete, but the filming was postponed for a whole month due to insurance issues, which caused quite a loss.

     The producers must have tried really hard because they had their meeting at Daesan Hotel. When the two appeared, the manager came to greet them. And the movie staff followed them out.

     "Hello. Hello. Oh! Long time no see. How have you been?"

     As soon as Jang Seol Hyun got in, she was busy greeting everyone. She was busy trying to take care of people who were unfamiliar with this gathering while Ahn Soo Ho was shaking hands with the producers, distributors, presidents, and investor group's CEOs. The actors and staff sat around and introduced themselves as well as their roles. Most of them knew each other already, but this was a custom.

     "I'm Jang Seol Hyun, and I'm playing the role of Cha Seol. My character's name has "seol" in it, too. This is my 25th movie, but I'm still nervous. I worked hard to get fit, so please look forward to my performance. Let's do this!"

     Jang Seol Hyun's cheer and flexing lightened up the mood. It was hard for the staff not to like a lead actress showing such enthusiasm in even such small matters. Even knowing people needed a lot of experience.

     "Our staff was a little confused today, but Ms. Jang sure is a great actress."

     The director, Jang Ik Hyun had met Ahn Soo Ho before. Jang Ik Hyun was a director acknowledged by Chungmuro. Many people attributed it to the actors, but in the end, movies were all about results. While Jang Seol Hyun talked to all the staff, Ahn Soo Ho was surrounded by middle-aged men. He didn't like this situation, but he tried to make the best impression for his girlfriend.

     "We're forever indebted to you, CEO Ahn."

     Jang Seol Hyun didn't know this, but it was thanks to Ahn Soo Ho that the filming started up again. He resolved the conflict by offering both the insurance company and bank with a carrot that they couldn't refuse.

     "I hope you keep this a secret."

     "Of course, CEO Ahn. Don't worry about that."

     It was obvious he was going to go around telling everyone. Didn't he have a choice? He didn't care about negative comments, but he just didn't want people to talk about how Jang Seol Hyun caught a great man. Up until the very last minute of the meeting and their meal, Jang Seol Hyun kept a bright smile on her face.

     Ahn Soo Ho exclaimed in his head.

     "She really is a pro."

     He couldn't have done that himself. He liked what he liked and hated what he hated. Never stop smiling? It was probably easier for him to frown all the time.

     "Sigh, this is why… not everyone can be a celebrity."

     "This is all I do anyway. It must have been harder for you."

     He learned once more that Korean celebrities don't have a personal life, but American celebrities weren't that much better. Korea had its difficulties and so did America.

     "Oh yeah! Lila called and asked why she wasn't invited to the talk show."

     "We haven't even filmed it yet. What is she talking about?"

     "She said she'll adjust her tour schedule. She begged you to invite her. If you don't…"

     Jang Seol Hyun swiped her neck with her finger.

     She was full of energy as if she wasn't the same person who was dying from exercise. Her manager looked especially energetic while driving the car. When Jang Seol Hyun said something, Ahn Soo Ho responded. As soon as the van stopped, Ahn Soo Ho looked at the driver's seat. The secretary who was listening to his walkie-talkie turned around.

     "Director Oh Joo Kyung would like to join."

     Oh Joo Kyung got into the car before he could even finish. The car took off again.

     "I thought you were busy. What is this?"

     "I was looking around the broadcast station land when I heard you were passing by. I have something to report as well."

     Oh Joo Kyung greeted Jang Seol Hyun with her eyes and passed Ahn Soo Ho a file the size of a sketchbook.

     "It's the first bird's eye view."

     After combining commercial broadcasts from here and there, their symbolism was lacking compared to their scale. So they decided to build the main branch of the broadcast station right next to the group's head office. The reason why the land was especially pricy in Gangnam was because there were rumors about how Hosoo Entertainment Group's head office was going to be in Apgujeong, Cheongdamdong, Nonhyeondong, and Sinsadong.

     And they weren't just rumors.

     They finished off the purchases quickly before any real estate could come in. Since they paid a lot for it, everyone was satisfied. The change of ownership, as well as construction, was a little tricky but that wasn't for Ahn Soo Ho to worry about.

     "We're going to need around 60 billion won to get the right prospects."

     "We're not even building a 100-floor building though."

     "But it's Gangnam."

     In Gangnam, even the street vendors were rich.

     Were all street vendors poor? Not at all. If they could be a street vendor in Gangnam, they at least had an apartment building as well as a luxury car. Street vendors called themselves businesses, but they didn't pay corporate tax or any other tax for that matter. However, whenever there was a bust, they suddenly called themselves commoners.

     "Hmph. No."

     "Pardon?"

     "Don't agree to it and just do it according to the law."

     "You might get a bad image of having supremacy over commoners."

     "Commoners? Are they really commoners?"

     "I guess not, but… Yes, Sir."

     Oh Joo Kyung attempted to protest but ended up surrendering.

     "What else?"

     "The National Tax Service began its tax investigation."

     "So they're really doing it."

     "The Blue House asked for our cooperation."

     The smallest affiliate of Hosoo Entertainment Group was Hosoo Guard Team followed by Hosoo Entertainment. Why was Hosoo Entertainment the second smallest when it was the face of the group? Hosoo Investments, which worked with stocks of 500 companies, and Hosoo Airlines, which had its own private jets and helicopters were not at the scale of hundreds of millions of won but trillions. Then what about the new broadcast station, HBS? Fixed assets such as broadcasting facilities worth the most.

     "When will it be finished?"

     "Probably around four days. That's quick for a tax investigation."

     "Then pass. What else?"

     "Barbara Huxley wants to come to Korea and meet you."

     "What?"

     Ahn Soo Ho was surprised. There was no way the British government would allow that unless they got shot in the head. He showed the palm of his hand to Oh Joo Kyung and took out his phone. As soon as he pressed the speed dial, the line started ringing.

     "Soo Ho?"

     "You're going to visit Korea?"

     It was Barbara Huxley's number.

     "You've heard? Yes, that's right."

     "What about the British government?"

     "The government hates the idea, of course. So I used your name. You're not mad, are you?"

     "I don't care. But why are you trying to come now?"

     "So that I can see you and meet Angelica."

     "Angelica?"

     "Oh, I think you know her by a different name. I think it was Kumiko?"

     He knitted his brows as soon as Ahn Da Sol's old name came up.

     "Is she… just like you?"

     "No. But since a long time ago, any woman with ability was called a witch. This world forgives beautiful women, but not women who are more capable than men. Things might have changed quite a bit, but that part is still true today. Overly smart women are always excluded."

     For a very long time, the world despised women with insight. That was because the world was always ruled by men. Being a hero was an honor that only men were capable of receiving, and beautiful women were nothing but decoration that made heroes stand out.

     "How do you two know each other?"

     "That's… a long story. But the point is…

     People who believed in common sense thought the witch scandal was nonsense, but those who were suspicious of how much money Huxley Group had—asked questions about it. They requested for Barbara Huxley explain it herself. An investment company would be crazy to reveal the algorithm to their own investment program, but Huxley Group couldn't do it even if they wanted.

     "She was the one who created Huxley Group's investment program."

     Ahn Soo Ho was at a loss for words. The continued silence put her in a fret.

     "Soo Ho?"

     "I'm listening. The three of us need to talk. Let's meet soon."

     As soon as he hung up, he felt a strong gaze upon him.

     "Huh?"

     Oh Joo Kyung was looking at him as if she was wondering how he knew such an admirable CEO while Jang Seol Hyun looked at him as if she was wondering how he knew such a sexy CEO. Come to think of it, he had never told them who he met up with in England. It appeared that instead of the real nuclear bomb, another one exploded instead.

     'Did I just dug my own grave?'

     ******

     The secretive filming of the talk show approached closer. Ahn Soo Ho didn't look at the script beforehand. He was the type who had to say what was on his mind. However, he regretted not looking at the script when he arrived at the studio.

     "Yo."

     Ahn Soo Ho was taken aback by the hip-hop style greeting that came from an old man who was almost eighty. His eyes looked for Kim Soo Jung. He then saw his friend laughing with a cue card over her mouth.

     "Hey!"

     "We're going to start filming soon! Final checks, everyone!"

     She made an excuse to get out of there.

     "Stop throwing a tantrum and get back over here."

     Was this what they called a rich man swag? It was strange that Chairman Kim Dae San of Daesan Group was there, but it was even stranger that he was going to appear on television.

     "Old man. Are you really going to be on the show with me?"

     "Why? Are you scared?"

     "Why would I be scared? I'm just worried you'll get cursed at such an old age."

     "Hm, do you think so?"

     "Huh?"

     Kim Dae San smiled in a peculiar way, and the reason was revealed soon afterward.

     "Soo Ho."

     Russian Ambassador, Vitali Andropov.

     "Hello, Soo Ho."

     American Ambassador, Pamela Woods.

     "Hi, Soo Ho."

     Japanese Cabinet Minister, Shiba Yaso.

     "It's nice to meet you, Soo Ho."

     And a Chinese ambassador he had never met before. Was this a "not so nice to meet you" special? However, that was just the beginning.

     "Right on time! Phew!"

     Lila ran over in the middle of her American tour.

     "Is this how South Koreans film their broadcasts?"

     The sudden appearance of Money Queen, Barbara Huxley made even the broadcasters surprised. The climax was the group that Jang Seol Hyun brought along.

     "One, two! Hello, we're Fantastic Four… Hey! Why aren't you guys chanting with me?"

     "Ugh, this is embarrassing!"

     "This is so embarrassing!"

     Cheongdamdong's F4, Ahn Da Sol, Lee So Hye, Emily, and Rachel, as well as all of their friends hoarded in. Ahn Soo Ho dropped his jaw. Even the Do brothers except for the third eldest, Do Min Ho showed up in black suits as if they were at a funeral.

     'Is this a comedy show, not a talk show?'

     'What's going on here? I'm scared!'

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      It took 30 minutes for the noise to settle down and for the talk show to finally begin. Ahn Soo Ho's personal connections were diverse and included everyone from politicians, businessmen, celebrities, and foreigners, to former gangsters and high school students. The show that Kim Soo Jung was doing was different from a lot of other shows people were used to. First of all, there was no famous host. That was because Ahn Soo Ho wasn't the guest, but the host.

     Once he finally read the script, he was shocked.

     The first guests were Chairman Kim Dae San of Daesan Group, Russian ambassador Vitali Andropov, American ambassador Pamela Woods, Japanese cabinet minister Shiba Yaos, Chinese ambassador Zhou Baihong, and Huxley Group's Barbara Huxley.

     When Kim Soo Jung signaled that the cameras were rolling, Ahn Soo Ho let out a deep sigh.

     "What kind of talk show is this?"

     "A unique one."

     It was Kim Dae San who replied to him.

     "But this is interesting."

     The old man laughed like a little kid. When was his last interview? 20 years ago? 30 years ago? The higher the Daesan Group climbed in Korea, the more difficult his position got. It was taboo for him to meet with people however he wanted.

     But Ahn Soo Ho was an exception.

     He was still unafraid of Daesan Group, and he felt totally comfortable with Kim Dae San. There was quite an age difference, but they were just like friends. They were no different from a family. Kim Dae San thought that people were capable of kindness, but at the same, they were no different from animals.

     'Half of Daesan isn't mine.'

     Jung Mi Ja played a large role in getting Daesan to where it was today. And since she cherished Ahn Soo Ho more than her own life, it was his job to take responsibility for him.

     "Well, we're here, aren't we? Okay! What should we talk about?"

     Everyone but Ahn Soo Ho had Bluetooth earpieces in their ears and on one side of the studio were a group of interpreters. He wasn't sure how this was going to be edited, but he was curious to see how the viewers would react to a show in English, Russian, and Japanese.

     "We can't just pass over the topic of our world's unstable circumstances. The international society is currently suffering due to various scandals and the UN isn't exactly doing their job. In our current state, is there a point to the international organizations?"

     Pamela was the first to speak.