Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 930

A slight bewilderment settled in.

‘What is this all about?’

The translator was also out of sorts. He had translated what he heard, but…

‘Isn’t it basic etiquette to gather information about the other party before coming to a meeting?’

The one pointing out the lack of etiquette was the one lacking it.

The atmosphere in the meeting room instantly turned cold.

“Ahem.”

The Master also coughed slightly. It was a sight unseen from the usual Master. He was clearly flustered.

“Certainly, from an outsider’s perspective, it might seem like a lack of etiquette. However, this is a custom of the Round Table, so I hope you can understand.”

He was polite.

The translator clenched his fist slightly. This was why the Master was great.

Even when a young punk was openly provoking him, he didn’t lose his composure. The leader of a great organization like the Round Table had to have such dignity.

On the other hand, what was that guy?

‘How can such a person be sitting as a leader?’

He was nothing but a ruffian.

From his slanted posture to every single expression… there was no sign of etiquette.

“Translator!”

“Ah!”

The translator quickly conveyed the Master’s words.

Kang Jin-ho chuckled upon hearing that.

“I don’t know what he’s babbling about.”

What?

Babbling?

Should I translate this?

He couldn’t get a grip.

There had never been an easy time translating for the Round Table. But today, the difficulty felt on a different level.

Kang Jin-ho glanced at the translator and then turned his head towards Lee Hyun-soo.

“I think you should do it.”

“…Should I convey it as it is?”

“Of course.”

Even Lee Hyun-soo was taken aback by Kang Jin-ho’s firm words.

‘It’s a fait accompli [an irreversible action].’

In this situation, to object to Kang Jin-ho’s words and suggest lowering the intensity?

That would be undermining both Kang Jin-ho and the General Assembly’s face. At least in this place, they had to show that they unconditionally followed the head of the Assembly.

‘Let’s go all the way.’

Lee Hyun-soo tightened his lower abdomen.

“Yes. Then…”

Lee Hyun-soo cleared his throat and opened his mouth. He even mixed in some slang, exaggerating a bit.

“I don’t think we have any reason to conform to your customs? I don’t particularly want to talk to someone who’s hiding their face.”

The opinion was clearly conveyed.

Groans filled with anger leaked out from here and there.

‘You son of a bitch!’

He could feel the gazes that seemed to want to kill Kang Jin-ho.

‘You fools.’

Lee Hyun-soo sneered inwardly at the sight.

He didn’t know how strong the Round Table was, but those attendants were clearly not that skilled. If they had even the minimum ability to recognize Kang Jin-ho’s power, they wouldn’t dare glare at him like that.

“Hmm.”

A slight nasal sound escaped from the Master’s lips.

Anyone with a bit of sense would know that the sound contained discomfort.

Wiggins looked at the Master and Kang Jin-ho with interest.

‘It’s going in a completely different direction than I expected.’

He had expected a power game. But he didn’t expect a battle of wills to break out right from the start.

What was even more interesting was that Kang Jin-ho had no intention of playing a power game right now. The Kang Jin-ho that Wiggins knew wasn’t someone who would pick at useless things to set the mood.

He was just pointing it out because he didn’t like it, but they wouldn’t take it that way.

“I didn’t think it would be against Eastern etiquette.”

The Master continued calmly.

His tone wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, but everyone there could imagine how the Master was feeling.

“However, this is not something I can concede. I hope you understand.”

As he said that, the Master glanced at Wiggins.

‘Oh my.’

Wiggins, understanding the meaning in that gaze, quietly opened his mouth.

“Lord, for those who belong to the Round Table, a mask is not just for hiding their identity. Telling them to take off their masks is like telling us to have a meeting naked, with nothing to hide from each other.”

Kang Jin-ho looked at Wiggins with a slightly askew gaze.

“So?”

“I’m suggesting that understanding this part would be good for the meeting.”

Kang Jin-ho nodded his head at Wiggins’ words.

Then he said,

“What if I don’t want to?”

Why did he nod his head!

“You seem to be mistaken…”

“The fact that I came to this place is something you should be grateful for.”

The Master closed his mouth.

“You didn’t coordinate beforehand, you just barged into Korea and acted like ‘I’m here, so of course you have to come out,’ and now what? You’re saying it’s your custom, so I have to follow it?”

The corners of Kang Jin-ho’s mouth curled up.

“You’re talking a lot of nonsense.”

His words became a bit more aggressive.

But this time, there wasn’t the same sense of resistance as before. Along with the escalating words, Kang Jin-ho’s energy was also flowing out.

Thick and gloomy.

Those who felt the dense energy that seemed to suffocate them couldn’t even think of opening their mouths and froze in their places.

‘What kind of energy is this…’

‘I, is he even human?’

Everyone was now feeling the energy that only the Master had been feeling. But Kang Jin-ho wasn’t interested in their changed reactions. He just glared at the Master with his eyes narrowed.

“You should be grateful to Wiggins. If he hadn’t intervened, your head would have been rolling by now.”

The Master’s shoulders trembled slightly.

‘This was the meaning.’

Wiggins had said.

That the Master wasn’t evaluating, but being evaluated.

That was the meaning of those words.

The Master realized what the most appropriate thing to do was to resolve this situation.

The Master’s head lowered.

Kang Jin-ho watched the Master’s actions with a slightly unusual look.

The second bow. But this was different from the previous action. If the previous one was a simple expression of courtesy, this one was an apology.

For the leader of one organization to bow to the leader of another organization as an apology was not an easy thing to do.

Even Wiggins was gaping.

‘The Master…’

He was bowing his head.

He had infinite pride in his position, in the position of the Master of the Round Table. He knew better than anyone that his bowing meant the Round Table’s apology.

And that person was now bowing his head.

“I apologize for not considering that point.”

The Master raised his head and looked at Kang Jin-ho.

“However, please consider that this was a very urgent matter on our side, so we couldn’t take care of every single detail.”

“Hmm.”

“I came here to have a conversation. The outcome of the conversation might not be good. I can accept that. But not even being able to have that conversation would be the worst of the worst, wouldn’t it?”

“A conversation…”

Kang Jin-ho didn’t say anything.

He just walked to the seat prepared on the opposite side of the Master. Kang Jin-ho pulled out the chair and sat down.

“What kind of conversation do you want? Should we try to be formal?”

The Master smiled gently.

“A comfortable conversation would be nice. This is an official meeting, but it’s also an unofficial one.”

Kang Jin-ho chuckled.

He wasn’t so dense that he couldn’t understand the meaning of those words, even if they were aggressive. He was borrowing the name of the Round Table, but since he didn’t come with formalities, he meant that if the situation became unfavorable, he could always defuse it as his personal deviation.

A cunning old fox.

That was the impression Kang Jin-ho got from the Master.

The face hidden behind that mask was already probing Kang Jin-ho countless times.

“A comfortable conversation?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Not bad.”

Kang Jin-ho took out a cigarette from his pocket. Then, he nonchalantly put the cigarette in his mouth.

Lee Hyun-soo grinned and scurried over to Kang Jin-ho, lighting the cigarette in his mouth.

“Phew.”

Kang Jin-ho, exhaling smoke, smiled lightly.

“If you smoke, do you want one too?”

The Master was speechless, staring at Kang Jin-ho.

“Is this a non-smoking area?”

“No.”

Lee Hyun-soo brought an ashtray placed on one side to Kang Jin-ho.

“I knew it, so I booked a meeting room where smoking is allowed.”

“Not bad.”

Kang Jin-ho said, looking at the Master.

“Don’t you smoke?”

The Master burst out laughing.

‘I’m completely out of it.’

He had to admit it.

Everything they had prepared to take the lead in the conversation had become meaningless. Kang Jin-ho had made all their preparations meaningless and taken the lead within just three minutes of entering this place.

‘And they weren’t even calculated actions.’

It was innate.

He effortlessly overwhelmed his surroundings and made everyone focus on him.

This was the quality of a king.

And a tyrant king at that.

The Master let go of himself. He already knew from experience that trying to struggle with these kinds of people would lead to the worst outcome. There was a difference in degree, but he had already clashed with these types several times.

‘No, no.’

The Master bit his lip tightly. This was also a manifestation of his unwillingness to acknowledge Kang Jin-ho.

Similar types?

There was no way that could be.

Kang Jin-ho was complete.

Nowhere in the world could one find someone like him. He had to face him with the mindset that he was facing a new person he had never encountered before.

“I’ll pass on the cigarette.”

The Master sat down. Then he looked at the three people.

‘This is like a noir film.’

Kang Jin-ho sat in the center, with Wiggins and Lee Hyun-soo standing to his left and right. A man smoking a cigarette with his legs crossed, and those who stood as if guarding him.

It was a composition often seen in movies he had watched before.

And those who appeared in such a composition were mostly hopeless villains.

“First of all, I must thank you for coming out like this.”

He was being humble.

It was a statement that seemed inappropriate for the Master, the leader of the supreme organization called the Round Table, to make, as it was so humble.

“You seem to have a lot of time.”

But unfortunately, Kang Jin-ho wasn’t the type of person who would be polite just because the other party was being polite. In Kang Jin-ho’s mind, the Master was standing right in the middle.

Enemy and ally.

The boundary.

Depending on what the Master said from now on, the balance would tip.

“I heard you came to Korea to meet me.”

“…That’s right.”

Even the lead in the conversation was being taken away.

“Tell me.”

“Coming to meet me means you have something to say. Tell me what it is. I’ll listen.”

There was no beginning or end.

The Master slightly closed his mouth at the way he cut everything off and stabbed straight in.

A moment of silence passed, and the Master opened his mouth.

“I came to confirm whether I should kill you.”