"Judy, how much richer do you think I would be if I put my hands into pharmacy?" Steve asked.
"Approximately 49% richer, sir," Judy answered before going quiet again as usual.
"I see. Anyway, let's go, we can finish the setup later," Steve said after a brief moment of thinking.
He had yet to do the standard registrations needed for such a business. It may not be known, but South Korea isn't one of those places where you can set up a weapon store and just begin to sell. Its laws don't even allow for civilian carry, so if not for the Gate situation, one wouldn't find anyone walking around with the amount of weapons hunters carry.
With that thought in mind, he turned around and got into his car as he and his new assistant left the area. The truck and the construction bots that had just done their work would remain. Steve wasn't afraid of them being stolen; if you really had the power to steal them, then you kind of deserve to have them at that point. It was just that simple.
That day, the duo went around as Steve ensured that all the papers required to open such a store were in order. Of course, he also knew that after his presentation, possibly sometime next week or so, the government would probably try to shut down the store due to how efficient his weapons were.
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In a brightly lit room somewhere on the mainland, three people could be seen within this room, all dressed in fancy and proper outfits. Their suits shone brightly, reflecting their standing in society.
"Never thought you would come here personally," one of them said, his voice deep and clearly belonging to an older man.
"Of course, I have to. Korea seems to be on the rise as of late. An S-rank with the power to singlehandedly clear a high-end A-rank dungeon and a craftsman who singlehandedly cleared an S-rank dungeon, a red gate at that," the other man replied. His voice sounded just as old, but there seemed to be a bit more life to him than the other man.
"I expect nothing less from British intelligence," the first man said. "And who is this?"
"You know about my prospects but not my assistant? You guys are really falling short."
"Just answer the question, Mr. Gunhee," the other man said, fed up, as a smile appeared on the old chairman's face.
"This is my assistant and the Surveillance Chief, Woo Jinchul," Mr. Gunhee said as Woo Jinchul bowed but remained standing behind the chairman.
"A-rank, that's impressive," the man said.
"Now, I still don't see what would bring you down to Korea personally. Last I remember, the Sentinel doesn't involve itself in the standard Association power struggle."
"Cut the bull, you know why I am here."
"That, you would have to do on your own, but I don't think it would go well for you," Mr. Gunhee said.
"Don't worry, Sentinel has its ways," the man said with a smile before finally sitting properly as they began to discuss other things.