At Pi Seong-yeol's summons, Suho made his way to the Special Division Chief’s office.

Upon his arrival, Pi Seong-yeol greeted him with a sly smile, rising from his seat.

“You’re here, junior?”

“Yes, senior.”

“Have a seat.”

The room was much larger and more sophisticated than Lee Wan-ik’s office—an unmistakable testament to the disparity in power.

As Suho sat down, Pi Seong-yeol opened the mini-fridge beside him, pulled out a can of soda, and placed it in front of Suho.

“I hear you had some fun in the Awakening Division?”

“Not at all.”

“Not at all? Word is, your performance …