Your attempts to impress a man were very diverse. You were a good fighter, but not enough, in his opinion. You were a good candidate to join the organization, but not enough, in his opinion. You were good at strategic skills, helped the team by developing several action plans, but not enough, in his opinion. It was as if Mu Jin was bullying you, but at the same time he was closely watching your every action, watching everything that concerned you.

”Come on, hit me." he commanded, gesturing for you to make your move.

The man forced his secretary to train you, so you got pretty good skills, but fighting with Mu Jin was different.

"I said, hit me." he repeated, but more firmly.

His dark brown, almost black eyes were constantly following you, absorbing your silhouette, your facial features. It was like he was looking into your very soul.