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

Gangnam District, Itaewon, Chilseong Nightclub.

In the most luxurious private room of the club, Park Young-joon, with his greasy face and arrogant demeanor, and a group of cronies were still enjoying themselves with women.

boom!

The door to the private room was suddenly kicked open violently.

Park Young-joon, who was in the middle of a great moment, was so frightened that he shuddered.

"Damn it!"

"Who dares to cause trouble on my turf?!"

Park Young-joon regained his senses for a moment and angrily roared and cursed at the group of people who had barged into the private room.

result.

Click!

A bottle smashed on his head with a loud crack, sending shards of glass flying. Park Young-joon screamed as his head exploded, blood streaming from between his fingers and covering his entire face.

"Damn it! My head! My head!"

Hearing Park Young-joon's screams and wails.

The other friends and playboys in the room sobered up, while the hostesses were terrified, their faces turning deathly pale, and they huddled in a corner like quails, too scared to utter a sound.

All eyes were on the man in the suit who had smashed the bottle over Park Young-joon's head.

The man in the suit slowly walked up to Park Young-joon, followed by a team of fully armed police officers. Even if Park Young-joon was arrogant and conceited, he finally knew the identities of these uninvited guests.

"You're Park Young-joon?" Lee Seung-hwan stared expressionlessly and coldly at Park Young-joon, whose head was covered in blood after Lee Seung-hwan had cracked his skull open.

Park Young-joon roared, "Damn it! You piece of trash cop! Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me? I'll fucking kill you!"

Park Young-joon had just taken drugs and was already mentally unstable. Now, with his head smashed open, the blood and excruciating pain drove him to the brink of madness. He suffered a bipolar disorder attack and, regardless of whether the person in front of him was a police officer, he issued death threats and intimidation.

Treat these law enforcement officers as nothing!

This confidence stems from the support his father, Park Eun-ki, and that important figure gave him!

They're just police officers; they can't possibly do anything to Naib, the heir of the Seven Stars Group!

who knows.

He had barely finished speaking when he received a heavy kick to the stomach.

boom!

Park Young-joon was kicked flying, crashing into a bunch of tables and chairs in the private room before slamming hard against the corner of the wall. That kick almost killed Park Young-joon.

"Cough cough... Ugh..."

Park Young-joon coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth and lay on the ground like a dead dog, his arrogant and domineering demeanor completely gone.

This scene terrified his group of cronies, sending them shivers down their spines.

This unfamiliar policeman is too ruthless!

They resort to violence at the slightest disagreement, fearing they might get beaten up themselves!

Seeing that Park Young-joon and his group had calmed down.

Lee Seung-hwan casually waved his hand: "Take them all back to the prosecutor's office. I'll interrogate them myself!"

"Yes!" Cao Dajun looked at the domineering prosecutor with awe, and quickly called several police officers to rush forward and handcuff all seven or eight of his cronies, including Park Young-joon, and drag them out of the private room like dead dogs.

Meanwhile, the person in charge of the Jiangbei District demolition project at Qixing Real Estate and other senior executives were also arrested by another police squad led by Zheng Zhishu.

This operation was swift and decisive.

From setting the mission to successfully apprehending the suspect, the entire process took no more than half an hour.

Around 7 PM, in the Seoul District Prosecutors' Office interrogation room.

Under the blinding light, Park Young-joon could barely open his eyes. He squinted at Lee Seung-hwan and Jung Jik-soo as they walked in, his eyes filled with anger and murderous intent.

"Damn it! Who are you people?"

"Why were I brought here?!"

"I advise you to release me immediately, or you will definitely regret it!"

Park Young-joon still hasn't figured out why he was arrested; all he knows is that he's furious and wants to kill!

Not long ago, he was bragging to his cronies that he could do whatever he wanted in South Korea, but only half a day later, he was humiliated and beaten up, and then he was taken to the interrogation room.

"Damn it! Are you all insane cops?! Let me go! My dad is Park Eun-ki of the Seven Star Group!"

"I want to see my lawyer! I want to report you bastards for using excessive force!"

Park Young-joon struggled and roared, hurling extremely foul language.

Lee Seung-hwan appeared before him with a cold expression, sleeves rolled up.

Snapped!

He raised his hand and slapped him.

"Will you confess or not?"

Park Young-joon's face was swollen from the beating, but he remained defiant, angrily shouting, "Fuck me!"

He was still being stubborn.

Li Chenghuan didn't hold back and immediately swung his wrist, slapping him repeatedly across the face until it looked like a pig's head.

"Will you confess or not?!"

That wasn't all. He used both his hands and feet to beat Park Young-joon until his head was bleeding profusely, his body was covered in wounds, and he screamed in agony, almost unrecognizable.

"Will you confess or not?!"

"Will you confess or not?!"

"Recruit or not!"

"trick……"

The beating lasted for a full half hour.

A fine bead of sweat appeared on Lee Seung-hwan's forehead.

In contrast, Park Young-joon.

He was beaten so badly he was almost unrecognizable as a human.

His eyes were so swollen he could barely open them, he had lost several teeth, and one hand was twisted, deformed, and fractured...

"I'll ask you one last time, will you confess or not?"

Lee Seung-hwan, his face contorted with murderous intent, gripped Park Young-joon's mangled and bloodied face, coldly demanding an explanation.

"Waaah... I confess! I confess! I'll confess everything!"

"The key question is, what crime do you fucking want me to confess to?!"

"Go ahead and ask!"

"Ask me!"

Park Young-joon screamed and howled in agony, shouting with immense grief and indignation.

Lee Seung-hwan was taken aback.

He glanced at his executive officer.

Jung Ji-soo looked embarrassed and forced a smile, saying, "You seem to... not have said that you wanted Park Young-joon to confess to his illegal and criminal activities."

Ok.

He forgot.

Li Chenghuan coughed lightly and continued to question him coldly: "Since that's the case, tell me how many innocent girls you've harmed over the years, and how many heinous things you've done! Tell me everything honestly, one by one!"

"Otherwise, don't even think about leaving this interrogation room unscathed!"

Park Young-joon was brutally beaten by Lee Seung-hwan, and a deep fear of him arose in his heart, fearing that this guy might really beat him to death.

He quickly confessed to many illegal and criminal acts.

But this guy is cunning. He doesn't talk about harming women at all, only about his drug use, prostitution, organizing violent crimes, beating others, gambling, and participating in gang fights.

He still wouldn't shed a tear until he saw the coffin.

Lee Seung-hwan immediately threw the photos of the victims he had obtained from Lee Seung-hwan's phone at his face.

"If you keep downplaying the seriousness of the matter, no one can save you!"

The moment Park Young-joon saw these photos, his heart sank. An endless fear gripped his soul, and he finally understood what Lee Seung-hwan was up to.

"You want me dead!"

"You guessed right, but there's no reward. If you continue to cooperate obediently, you'll die right now." Li Chenghuan's tone was icy and chilling, capable of freezing one's heart.

"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Lee Seung-hwan, the chief prosecutor of the Seoul District Prosecutors' Office. The lawyer Lee Seung-hyun, whom you killed a few days ago, is my brother."

Upon hearing Lee Seung-hwan's words, Park Young-joon's face turned deathly pale, and he trembled uncontrollably. He looked at Lee Seung-hwan, his voice trembling, "You want revenge..."

"You guessed right again, so cooperate honestly and explain clearly, and you might not have to die. But if you dare to play tricks, you'll die even faster. Tell me, what leverage does the prosecutor Park Tae-young, who helped you suppress those cases of humiliating and driving girls to their deaths, have over you?"