If I make you a prosecutor, are you going to be the president of South Korea?

"Zhang Qian, you can still run. An ordinary person really couldn't catch you."

Just as Zhang Qian was catching his breath, he heard Li Chenghuan's voice behind him, which was tinged with a hint of teasing and sarcasm. He was startled and quickly turned around to look at the person behind him.

When he realized it was Lee Seung-hwan, his pupils contracted slightly; clearly, he recognized Lee Seung-hwan's identity as well.

Xiba!

Isn't this the prosecutor who appeared at Seok Dong-chul's funeral?

Zhang Qian still remembers how the gangsters in the auditorium were all very wary of this prosecutor. He also knew about the prosecutor system in South Korea, and the prosecutors' power was ridiculously large.

To put it simply, after Ma Xidao arrested him, the prosecutor in front of him was the one responsible for bringing charges against him!

If it falls into his hands, then we're truly doomed!

Zhang Qian's expression was uncertain, and one hand had already quietly reached into the lining of his coat, where his dagger was hidden.

On the surface, he feigned composure and looked at Lee Seung-hwan expressionlessly, saying coldly, "I recognize you, you're a prosecutor from South Korea, right? You dare to chase me alone, who gave you the courage?"

"Get out of here right now, or I might consider not killing you."

Zhang Qian only wanted to scare Li Chenghuan away; he wouldn't want to kill a prosecutor of high social standing unless absolutely necessary.

Although he was ruthless, he wasn't brainless. The people he killed before were all gangsters and gang leaders, none of them were good people.

These South Korean police officers are happy to see them fighting like dogs; after all, they're all social scum and cancer, so it's easier for them to die.

But if he dares to kill public officials, especially prosecutors, he'll be in deep trouble.

If this is exposed, he won't be able to escape no matter what, and he will be wanted by the entire South Korean government, who will also send in law enforcement to deal with him.

No matter how good he is at fighting, he would be dead in a heartbeat if he faced a barrage of rifle fire.

Hearing Zhang Qian's threatening words, Li Chenghuan smiled and asked him calmly, "I heard you committed a crime in China and fled here. How come you're still doing the same old things in South Korea, killing people everywhere, disrupting public order, and undermining social stability? Do you think South Korea has no laws?"

After listening, Zhang Qian snorted coldly: "What do you know? You Koreans are all idiots. You used to be our vassals, our sons, paying tribute and bowing down to us every year."

"After being taken over by the United States, they recognized this foreign father and served him like a dog and a grandson for a long time. They became arrogant and started to look down on their biological father."

"I came to your South Korea hoping to keep a low profile for a while, but I've been given the cold shoulder, mocked and insulted every day. These damn Koreans are always mocking us Chinese and bullying my fellow Chinese. Damn it! Don't they deserve to die?"

"Speaking of which, these damn Koreans are too weak. They bully people and then take advantage of their kindness to mock me, as if they think we Chinese are all sheep."

"Do you know the former boss of the Viper Gang? Back then, I took a few of my brothers to his gang's underlings who owed money to loan sharks to collect the debt. That punk was scared half to death by us and immediately called their boss for help."

"Soon the leader of the Viper Gang arrived, and he started taunting us right in the face again. I pulled out my dagger and stabbed him in the neck more than a dozen times. His neck was riddled with holes, and blood splattered all over my face."

"He never expected that we would act so suddenly. Afterwards, all the Viper Gang's underlings were terrified and didn't dare to move. Hahaha..."

"These Koreans are really useless! Back in China, if you can fight, don't talk. Back in the day, I followed my older brother Qiao Laosi, armed with two watermelon knives, and hacked our way from the east gate of Harbin all the way to the southwest road. We didn't sleep a wink for a whole day and night!"

"Damn it, if you Koreans saw a chaotic battle involving hundreds or thousands of people, you'd probably be scared to death on the spot!"

Zhang Qian cursed viciously, saying that he originally wanted to keep a low profile for a while and find a job in South Korea to settle down first.

As a result, wherever he went, he was ridiculed, insulted, and humiliated by these damned South Koreans. They treated him like a pig or a dog. These damned Koreans were full of superiority.

How could anyone tolerate this?!

Just because I'm not showing my true colors doesn't mean I'm a pushover!

Zhang Qian became ruthless and stopped pretending. He laid his cards on the table: "I'm going to go back to my old ways. Debt collection, loan sharking, killing for money, collecting protection money—I'll do it all. As long as I encounter any stupid Koreans, I'll kill them all!"

In his view, these damned Koreans weren't even human!

Sensing Zhang Qian's overwhelming ferocity, Li Chenghuan asked curiously, "You've been hacking your way from the East Gate to the Southwest Road for a whole day and night. Aren't your eyes tired?"

Zhang Qian: "...What do you care if my eyes are dry or not!"

Damn it, I was just talking about how awesome I was back in the day, and you're asking me if my eyes are dry?

Damn it... but my eyes were definitely a bit dry at the time...

Lee Seung-hwan's expression was indifferent. He was not angry at Zhang Qian's hatred and brutal attitude towards South Koreans. On the contrary, he felt that Zhang Qian had done nothing wrong, but his methods were still too crude.

They had a great time at first, but they would soon be surrounded by the police. No matter how fierce Zhang Qian and his brothers were, they couldn't fight against the entire South Korean police force.

Seeing that Lee Seung-hwan remained calm and unperturbed after listening to his overwhelming resentment towards South Koreans, Zhang Qian was a little surprised: "What's wrong with you? I cursed you dead Koreans to your face and said that your compatriots deserve to die, and you're not even angry?"

"Aren't you prosecutors supposed to be righteous and hate evil?"

Li Chenghuan shrugged: "What does the death of those lowly commoners and criminals have to do with me? Although it is our duty as prosecutors to fight crime, this fight is selective and has requirements. Some worthless criminals are just dead. There is no benefit in handling their cases. On the contrary, it is mentally and physically exhausting."

Zhang Qian was deeply shocked after hearing this, realizing that no matter which country they were in, these public officials were the most shameless, making their laziness sound so noble.

As the conversation progressed, Zhang Qian realized that Lee Seung-hwan seemed different from the South Koreans he knew. He felt that this guy had specifically sought him out because he had something else to tell him.

So he asked directly, "I have to admit, there are capable people among you Koreans. You are different from them. Tell me, what exactly do you want to say by coming to me alone? You can't be advising me to confess and turn back from the wrong path, to obediently go back to the prosecutor's office with you, to play along and let you show off, to become some kind of awesome prosecutor who single-handedly captures a ruthless criminal, can you?"

Lee Seung-hwan laughed and said, "I came here to test your mettle and see if you were qualified to be my dog. Now it seems you're quite good, just the person I've been looking for."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qian immediately exploded: "Damn it, you want me to be your dog? I'll kill you, you idiot... Let's talk this out!"

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

Because he saw that Lee Seung-hwan had taken out a pistol from his waist and was aiming it at his forehead.