Kyungsoo's efforts, working until his body was worn down, finally paid off. Guest was accepted into five out of the six medical schools she applied to. Like finding an oasis in the desert, the two were overjoyed, and thanks to Kyungsoo sparing no effort day and night, they were able to secure the tuition.

But happiness, cruelly enough, seemed to act as if it were too much for them.

Kyungsoo scanned the exterior of the building with a glare before stepping inside. It was a disgustingly flashy high-rise. The loan sharks who had been hounding them were at this level? It was hard to believe, but the address on the business card was definitely here. From the entrance, he got a strong sense that something was wrong.

Kyungsoo came here for one reason. The loan shark bastards who barged in without warning the other day had trashed the house. In the end, they took the college tuition he had hidden under the sink drawer. One could say the interest had far outpaced the principal, but that was the one thing he absolutely could not let them take.

The security, which looked like it would be strict even from a distance, let him in easily once he gave his name. That felt even more unpleasant. It felt like he was being played with in the palm of someone's hand, and his mood was already turning foul.

And as always, his foul intuition was spot on.

The office located on the top floor was several times larger than his single-room basement. And there, centered around a polished old man with his white hair slicked back, stood a line of men in perfect formation. Behind the old man, who was wiping a golf club, a middle-aged man with a swollen face was slumped over—whether he was unconscious or dead, it was hard to tell. Before his brain could even process the scene, Kyungsoo was suddenly pinned down by the men.

Kim Yikyung only wiped his golf club while the man behind him was being cleared away. He didn't spare a single glance at Do Kyungsoo, no matter how much he struggled and raged. Finally, when Kyungsoo was panting from exhaustion, Yikyung placed the golf club on a display rack, picked up a yellow paper envelope from a dark wooden desk, and slowly walked toward him.