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

Chapter 303 The First Target of the Death Penalty Referendum

Overnight.

The phrase "National death penalty vote" immediately became a trending topic on major news media platforms.

Countless South Koreans learned that their friends, family, and colleagues, like themselves, had received voting software that the "Dog-Faced Judge" had forced them to download and watch his speech.

Everyone was very surprised.

I never expected that this dog-faced judge would be so powerful.

How on earth did he do it?

Some people think that "Dog-Faced Judge" is a large-scale reality show produced by a certain TV station, while others think it is just a prank.

Only a few intelligent people vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

Park Chang-yoo is an ordinary office worker. He had just finished work and was lying on his bed at home, ready to comfortably watch a drama, when he suddenly saw a national death penalty voting app loading on his phone.

After watching the dog-faced judge announce the first person to be sentenced to death, he sensed something was wrong.

"This...how is this possible? Can the dog-faced judge really decide a person's life or death based on this?"

"But then again, this guy named Bae Ki-cheol is truly depraved and shameless."

"How about I try voting in favor?" He subconsciously clicked the "yes" button.

"Hey, who cares if it's real or fake, let's just treat it as a thrilling adventure!"

In an internet cafe, a young man with flamboyant blond hair watched the video of Bae Ki-cheol's actions.

Without hesitation, I clicked "Agree".

There are countless people like him.

at the same time.

In another corner of the city, the office of the Special Search and Rescue Team was brightly lit, as bright as day.

Captain Kim Moo-chan was working overtime late into the night and eating instant noodles when his subordinate officers hurriedly interrupted him.

"Captain! Something terrible has happened! Almost half of Seoul's citizens' phones have been inexplicably infected with a bizarre app called 'National Death Penalty Vote,' and the public is in an uproar!"

"Moreover, the person they put forward to vote on the death penalty is none other than Bae Ki-cheol, whom you personally arrested and imprisoned before."

The young police officer was panting heavily, his chest heaving, his face filled with anxiety and unease.

Upon hearing this, Kim Moo-chan dropped his chopsticks with a "clatter" and immediately stood up.

Without saying a word, he immediately convened an emergency meeting with all team members.

Inside the meeting room, the atmosphere was so oppressive it seemed like water could drip from it, and a heavy gloom hung over everyone's face.

"This is no ordinary prank or attention-grabbing variety show; there must be a sinister conspiracy behind it."

Kim Moo-chan's eyes were sharp as he coldly surveyed each team member. "We must race against time to find the mastermind behind this software and nip it in the bud before tragedy strikes!"

The officers immediately shouted, "Yes, sir!"

At this point, as people discovered that the death penalty vote organized by the dog-faced judge had a large number of participants, many people voted without thinking twice.

On major forums and social media platforms, the "national death penalty vote" has become an extremely popular topic, with discussion posts flying everywhere.

Some people see this as a blatant challenge to the authority of the law; others are fired up, believing it to be the perfect opportunity to punish those cunning criminals who have escaped legal punishment.

"Look at those judges and prosecutors, what are they doing? They can't even deal with this kind of scum. It's up to us ordinary people to uphold justice and decide his life or death!"

"You can't say that. This is completely against legal procedures. If everyone could decide someone's life or death on their own, wouldn't our society be in complete chaos?" someone couldn't help but retort.

"Hmph, the law is only used to bully ordinary people. It's completely useless against scumbags, villains, and powerful people with connections. Don't you even understand that?"

"Exactly, I think Bae Ki-cheol really deserves to die. He did such outrageous things to children and only got a year in prison. After his release, he went back to his old ways. He's like a dead pig that doesn't fear boiling water. So I'm going to vote in favor."

"He must have bribed someone. He's a criminal with heinous crimes, yet he gets lenient sentences every time. If this continues, our public security, procuratorate, and judicial departments will have absolutely no credibility left!"

On the voting screen, the numbers for "yes" and "no" votes were neck and neck, fluctuating wildly.

Bae Ki-cheol's photos and crimes were widely circulated, and his name became the focus of public condemnation. Everyone who saw it felt an overwhelming sense of disgust.

Bae Ki-cheol himself was still kept in the dark.

Completely unaware that he had become a public enemy.

Bae Ki-cheol was in a bustling bar, where the lights were dim, the music was deafening, and the aroma of alcohol and perfume mingled together.

He sat on the sofa, surrounded by several henchmen, each with a heavily made-up woman in their arms, and the table was laden with various expensive drinks.

"Come on, everyone, drink up! We're not leaving until we're drunk tonight!"

Bae Ki-cheol laughed loudly, picked up his wine glass with one hand, drank it all in one gulp, and let his other hand roam freely over the waist of the woman beside him. His face was slightly drunk, and his eyes were full of arrogance and conceit.

Just then, a young woman sitting next to him suddenly let out a terrified gasp, nearly dropping her phone.

Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"What's wrong? Why are you so jumpy!" Bae Ki-cheol frowned impatiently and turned to look at her.

The young woman trembled as she handed her phone to Bae Ki-cheol, her voice trembling with tears, "Bae... Brother Bae, look at this..."

Bae Ki-cheol took the phone with a puzzled look. On the screen was the eerie image of the dog-faced judge wearing a Pacha dog mask, along with his judgment statement.

After reading it, a look of surprise flashed across his face, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Hahahaha, what is this thing? Has this dog-faced guy lost his mind, trying to threaten me with this kind of prank?"

Bae Ki-cheol laughed so hard he almost fell over, tossing his phone onto the table with a look of disdain and mockery. "Who does he think he is? Judging me? I'm not afraid of these nobody!"

The underlings around him also gathered around to look. Some of them looked worried, but seeing Bae Ki-cheol's nonchalant attitude, none of them dared to say a word.

"Brother Pei, could there really be some trouble?" one of the underlings asked cautiously.

“What trouble could there be?” Bae Ki-cheol glared at him fiercely. “It’s just some fool trying to scare me. Do you think I’d be frightened by such childish tricks? How naive!”

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled the woman next to him closer, bringing the glass to her lips, and said, "Forget all this nonsense, let's keep drinking and dancing!"

Although the ladies were afraid, they could only force a smile and continue to play with them under Bae Ki-cheol's pressure.

The bar was still brightly lit, filled with music and laughter, but beneath this lively facade...

A sense of unease quietly spread through everyone's hearts.

While drinking, Bae Ki-cheol continued to mock the dog-faced judge: "If he's really capable, he should come and find me in person. What kind of hero hides behind a screen? A national death penalty vote? I think he's just a clown trying to get attention!"