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Everything was in Inho’s hands.
It didn’t matter that a crazed, ungrateful deadbeat bum was looking to end his legacy.
It didn’t matter that more of those creatures in pink were openly expressing disdain for his leadership.
It didn’t matter that upper management was openly considering retirement.
It didn’t matter that Mr Oh’s son constantly called for him to be replaced by that lazy-eyed suited fucker.
It didn’t matter that the organisation’s revenue had plummeted since his dear brother’s infiltration.
It didn’t matter that said brother was driving himself to the same level of crazed searching for the island.
It didn’t matter that his beloved Gihyeok was dead.
It’s year nine of his tenure as Squid Game’s Front Man, player recruitment starts tomorrow and he has a nice surprise for the bum.
That’s all that matters.