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

Everything is connected!

As expected of the most cunning and treacherous old fox in the [Insider] Alliance, Lee Kang-hee didn't make a move until he killed Lee Seung-hwan's older brother and almost got rid of him as a prosecutor.

If Jung Jik-soo hadn't investigated the relationship between Park Tae-young and Park Young-joon of Chilseong Real Estate, he might not have been able to connect the dots.

In the original drama, this old fox used a pen to manipulate the two male leads, controlling public opinion with just a few articles.

In addition to his pen, he also wielded a knife. Who would have thought that this respected media mouthpiece, the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, was actually the boss of a large gang?

"Great, isn't that what makes it interesting?"

"I find it less interesting when the opponent is too weak."

"Since you, Li Jiangxi, have already made your move."

"Now it's my turn!"

A murderous glint flashed in Li Chenghuan's eyes, and he had already formulated a preliminary counterattack plan in his mind.

He first accompanied Han Youxi to complete the procedures for receiving and transferring the body of her elder brother, Li Chengxian, and temporarily placed Li Chengxian's body in a large funeral home nearby, awaiting the cremation date.

During this time, Lee Seung-hwan notified the forensic department of the local police station, asking them to conduct an autopsy on Lee Seung-hyun's body and perform a forensic examination to see if they could find the suspect's fingerprints, hair, or other evidence of the crime.

Although the hope is slim, the necessary procedures still need to be followed.

Most importantly, he had to take on the case himself before Park Tae-young, as he was worried that the son of a bitch would beat him to it.

If the case falls into Park Tae-young's hands.

Without a doubt, he will use his independent case-handling authority to suppress the case and handle it quietly. The prosecutor can decide whether to prosecute the case. As long as he doesn't prosecute, even Li Chenghuan can't do anything about it.

After a flurry of activity, it was already late at night.

Lee Seung-hwan brought Han Yoo-hee home, looking exhausted and with her beautiful eyes red and swollen from crying. His once charming and virtuous sister-in-law was now like a walking corpse, her eyes unfocused, sitting on the sofa, completely dazed.

Li Chenghuan didn't offer her much comfort; she had to get through this on her own. He spoke with Zheng Zhishu again and assigned him several important tasks.

…………

the next day.

In a secluded bar in Jiangbei District.

A weary man with sunken eyes and a stubble-covered face, looking as if he had suffered a major blow, lay lazily on the sofa, smoking and watching TV.

Surprisingly, one of his hands was extremely uncoordinated; upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was a prosthesis.

Because his left hand was sawed off at the wrist!

Occasionally, waiters in suits and vests would push open the door and walk in, immediately bringing in the noise from the bar outside. The man remained expressionless, seemingly having lost all hope and interest in everything.

Just then, a man wearing a baseball cap, leather jacket, and jeans walked into the lounge, stood directly in front of the disheveled man, and said, "You're Ahn Sang-gu?"

I heard someone call out my name.

An Shangjiu then turned his eyes to look at the newcomer. The man in the baseball cap had an unremarkable appearance and he had no recollection of him. He was not an acquaintance.

An Shangjiu glanced at him but didn't say anything, continuing to watch TV.

The man in the baseball cap wasn't angry. Instead, he chuckled and said, "My master said that if you want revenge and to make a comeback, then come with me."

"If you're really willing to just fade into obscurity and waste the rest of your life in this lousy bar like a loser, then go ahead and lie here and continue to rot and stink."

"Anyway, you're just an incredibly stupid, pathetic clown who gets used and then kicked aside."

As soon as these words came out.

This immediately pierced An Shangjiu's heart, which was filled with resentment and humiliation.

A fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. He flipped over and jumped up from the sofa, grabbing the man in the baseball cap by the neck with his intact right hand and slamming him against the wall. He said menacingly, "Damn it! Who are you calling a clown?! Huh!!"

The man in the baseball cap showed no fear; instead, he looked at the man's enraged state with mockery and said contemptuously, "My master was right. He said that as long as I mocked you as a brainless idiot and a clown being used, you would definitely break down. Now it seems that's exactly what happened."

"My master also said that if you are still a man and want revenge, and want to know who betrayed you, then come with me."

After listening to what he said.

An Shangjiu remained silent.

Her hand unconsciously and slowly loosened its grip on the man in the baseball cap's neck.

At this moment, he searched through his entire memory, but he still couldn't recall who the man in the baseball cap was referring to as his "elder."

But there is no doubt about it.

He was indeed persuaded.

An Shangjiu was once the leader of the Seven Star Gang. As a knife in the hands of a big shot, he was the most loyal and trusted subordinate. Wherever he went, he was incredibly prestigious and fortunate enough to be a member of that circle.

Although he was just a lackey who delivered female celebrities to people for their amusement, he still felt a great sense of participation, didn't he?

But overnight, he lost his left hand.

They lost their money and status.

I've lost everything!

First, he was locked up in a mental hospital, where he was tortured day and night, forced to take medication, in an attempt to drive him insane. If he hadn't been clever enough to pretend to take the medication and then secretly spit it out from under his tongue after the nurse left, he would have gone mad long ago.

He wrote countless letters to his boss, Li Jiangxi, begging him to put in a good word for him with Chairman Wu and spare his life, considering how diligently he had worked for him all these years. Only then did he get the chance to be discharged from the hospital.

Then, like an old, weak, sick, and disabled stray dog, he was driven to this poor and remote place. The former leader of the Seven Star Gang is now just a small shopkeeper managing a run-down bar in the countryside.

This is a huge psychological and identity gap.

It tormented him day and night, causing him to be unable to sleep and frequently having nightmares.

Now I can only numb myself with cigarettes and alcohol.

He desperately wanted revenge and a comeback!

I didn't think about it for too long.

Ahn Sang-gu had already made up his mind:

"I'll go with you!"

He didn't care who the other party's boss was.

All he knew was that this might be his only chance to turn things around!

“Very good, my master said you would definitely agree, and he was right.” The man in the baseball cap smiled slightly, then turned and walked towards the door.

An Shang-gu quickly followed.

The two left through the back door of the bar, winding their way through a series of alleyways before finally getting into a brand-new black Hyundai sedan parked at the end of the street.

The car was covered with black privacy film, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

At this moment, the man in the baseball cap opened the back door and spoke calmly to Ahn Sang-gu behind him.

"Get in the car, your master is waiting for you inside."

An Shangjiu did not hesitate and got on the car.

boom.

As the car door closes.

He finally met the "adult" the man in the baseball cap had mentioned.

"you are……"

“Lee Seung-hwan, Chief Prosecutor of the Third Criminal Division of the Seoul District Prosecutors’ Office.” Lee Seung-hwan extended his hand, paused, and continued, “He is also the culprit who caused you to lose this left hand.”

Hear this.

Ahn Sang-gu was stunned. His lips twitched, and veins bulged on his temples. He gritted his teeth, really wanting to punch Lee Seung-hwan in the face and curse him: "You're the one who ruined my life like this? You still have the nerve to say you'll help me get revenge!!"

Li Chenghuan seemed to know what he was thinking and sneered, "Don't look at me like that. If you hadn't been so foolish and acted on your own, you wouldn't have ended up like this today."

"Have you never thought about who betrayed you, who attacked you, and who told Chairman Wu that you were planning to use that ledger to threaten and control him?"

"Don't tell me you never suspected him!"