If there had been no people around, he would have poured out even harsher words.
But this was the conference venue.
There was a lecturer invited from Stanford, there were editorial board members, and there were neurosurgeons from all over the country belonging to the society.
The position of society president gave him a certain authority, but at the same time it was also a shackle that kept him from acting recklessly.
Yoo Seong-ho, having gasped for rough breath for a moment, barely managed to compose his expression.
“There is no value in talking with you any further.”
He had never expected that a young brat like Choi Moo-gyeol, still wet behind the ears, would confront him like this.
He turned his body.
His loyal servant (lackey), Byun Kyung-joo, followed behind him.
People made way.
Yoo Seong-ho’s steps were fast.
It was a walk from which…
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