Prosecutor Kim Seo-Jin - Chapter 100

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Honor? (3)
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It was ten minutes ago.
In the room right next to where Seo Jin and Jin Yun-hee sat—a room called Garam.
Five journalists and Shin Ju-eon were seated inside.
And among them, I could see journalist Lee Eun-ha.
When Shin Ju-eon handed over the envelope, the journalists groaned.
“Why are you suddenly poisoning us like this? Haha!”
“Don’t you know people get in serious trouble for receiving these days? Hehe.”
And a greasy-looking journalist slipped the envelope into his pocket and asked.
“So? Do you need our fingers for something? Is there trouble brewing around the Assemblyman?”
There are two reasons an aide calls journalists and slips them money.
-Our Assemblyman did something good in secret, and we’d like people to know about it.
-Our Assemblyman has a problem. Please refrain from writing articles for a while.
They still didn’t know that Shin Ju-eon had been abandoned.
So they assumed the money was handed over for one of the two reasons above.
And Shin Ju-eon played along perfectly.
“Last week, the Assemblyman went to an orphanage and made a large donation. He even posted it on social media, but nobody’s running a story about it? The local elections are coming up soon—please help us win over public sentiment!”
“Ah, that kind of thing just takes one phone call—why are you greasing palms too? Well, anyway, I’ll write something nice.”
Once the envelope exchange was complete, Shin Ju-eon clapped his hands together.
“Then let’s drink until the day we die!”
The drinks began to flow.
One glass, two glasses.
That was when it happened.
“Aaaahhhhh!”
A scream echoed from the adjacent room.
The journalists’ eyes turned toward the source of the sound.
“What was that?”
“A scream, right?”
The journalists knew well what kind of place this restaurant in this hotel was.
A hotbed of infidelity.
But a scream? That meant—
The journalists began to laugh.
“Guess things aren’t going so well.”
And as Shin Ju-eon observed their expressions, his lips twisted.
‘It’s begun.’
According to the plan, I should have informed the journalists of the truth by now and stormed into the adjacent room.
But Shin Ju-eon decided to wait a moment longer, bringing the glass to his lips.
And Seo Jin’s words kept brushing through my mind.
“I’m counting on you. Try anything.”
Shin Ju-eon laughed.
‘Fucking idiot.’
Young people believe they can do anything.
But it’s arrogance.
The world is not so forgiving.
One cannot dismiss the wisdom that comes with age.
Shin Ju-eon downed his soju in one long gulp while thinking this.
From the adjacent room, anguished shouts continued to pour out.
“You fucking bastard!”
The journalists’ attention had already shifted entirely to the next room.
They murmured among themselves.
“Shouldn’t we stop this?”
“It’s just one person.”
“Goodness, watching these young kids fight these days….”
There was still no gravity in the journalists’ expressions.
They merely regarded it as a lovers’ quarrel and only wished it involved a celebrity.
But then.
“Let go! Don’t you dare touch me! You’re committing sexual assault! You prosecutors! You think you’re the only smart ones? Fucking bastards!”
The word “prosecutor” had been spoken.
The journalists’ movements froze.
Their eyes began to gleam with interest.
Some lowered their glasses and activated the recording app on their phones.
Shin Ju-eon opened his mouth.
“Actually… that voice from the next room is the reason I called you gentlemen here.”
His tone was grave.
The journalists’ eyes snapped toward Shin Ju-eon.
Their gaze demanded answers.
‘What? What is it!’
Shin Ju-eon nodded and spoke.
“The person in the next room… is Prosecutor Seo Jin. And the person screaming right now is Jin Yun-hee, the one from the Seo Jun-kyung incident.”
“…!”
The journalists licked their dry lips.
The woman who had been sexually assaulted by a prosecutor, and now with another prosecutor?
They instinctively sensed a scoop.
Shin Ju-eon’s voice continued.
“I don’t know all the details myself. To explain briefly, I know Jin Yun-hee. And yesterday, she contacted me and told me something like this.”
“If you don’t meet me, I’ll expose your face to the world.”
Shin Ju-eon paused for a moment.
With a forlorn expression, he fingered his soju glass and continued speaking.
“That such a man serves as a prosecutor upholding the law of this nation….”
The journalists’ eyes gleamed.
They cared nothing for the state of the nation’s legal system.
Only the scoop mattered!
Shin Ju-eon pressed on.
“Fortunately, during the Seo Jun-kyung incident, Jin Yun-hee’s face was never revealed.”
“…!”
“Gentlemen of the press… I would be grateful if you could refrain from publishing Jin Yun-hee’s face. I’m asking this of you.”
As Shin Ju-eon bowed, the journalists fell into contemplation.
They were deliberating whether they could run the story Shin Ju-eon had just delivered.
-Seo Jin is the nephew of Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun.
-His father is the CEO of Jaejeong Construction.
The calculation was swift.
Jaejeong Construction? A fairly substantial company, but hardly a conglomerate with the power to manipulate the media.
And they weren’t directly confronting Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun.
Seo Jin was merely a ‘nephew.’
Moreover, if he became entangled in ‘sexual misconduct,’ even Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun couldn’t suppress it.
‘This works.’
In that instant, a devastating sound erupted from the adjacent room.
“You bastard! You goddamn bastard!”
Curses flew, followed by the crash of something being hurled and shattering.
Shin Ju-eon sprang to his feet urgently.
“This won’t do. I only meant to prevent her face from being exposed, but now I must stop it entirely. My apologies. I need to attend to the next room. Please, continue your meal.”
Shin Ju-eon opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
The journalists followed him like apostles of justice itself.
A smile played across Shin Ju-eon’s face.
‘Seo Jin, you’re finished.’
Now Seo Jin would become a sexual offender.
And once Seo Jin disappeared, Shin Ju-eon’s life would return to its proper trajectory.
‘Perfect.’
He reached the adjacent room in mere steps.
Shin Ju-eon wrenched the door open and unleashed his words like thunder.
“What in the hell are you doing!”
The smile on Shin Ju-eon’s lips deepened.
It was absolutely exquisite.
Picture frames scattered everywhere with shattered glass, and wallpaper torn from the walls!
Jin Yun-hee’s hair was disheveled like a madwoman’s, and her blouse was completely ripped open.
She even wept like a tragic heroine, wringing her hands desperately toward Seo Jin like a fly.
As though pleading for her life.
Blood streamed freely from Jin Yun-hee’s hands.
That was the breaking point.
Anyone could see it was rape.
‘Yun-hee! You’re the best!’
Shin Ju-eon turned his head urgently toward the reporters.
“Reporters!”
But the words that came from Jin Yun-hee’s mouth were not what he expected.
“He made me do all of this!”
“…!”
Shin Ju-eon’s gaze slowly turned toward Jin Yun-hee.
Jin Yun-hee’s finger was pointing directly at Shin Ju-eon.
Shin Ju-eon still couldn’t grasp the situation.
His vacant eyes darted around the room, but the person her finger was pointing at was unmistakably Shin Ju-eon himself.
And Jin Yun-hee let out a scream.
“Look at me! You! It’s you!”
Jin Yun-hee turned sharply toward Seo Jin.
She continued shrieking while pointing at Shin Ju-eon.
“Prosecutor, it was him! Him! Ahhhhh! He told me to stage it like sexual assault! That’s right! He made Seo Jun-kyung do it too! I only did what I was told! Please believe me!”
Jin Yun-hee was frantic.
Half-naked, she thrashed about, speaking in disjointed fragments.
But when her words were pieced together, they pointed to one culprit: Shin Ju-eon.
Only then did Shin Ju-eon’s eyes begin to fill with blood.
He finally understood the situation.
His eyes darted around as he desperately searched for a way out, his mind racing through possibilities.
And he found one.
The reporters beside him—he had faced them countless times over the years.
If he denied it, they might believe him.
The years they had spent together would at least buy him time.
Besides, he had just given them money, and there was an old saying that money could move even ghosts.
“Reporters! You’re not believing what she’s saying, right? This bitch, where are you getting the nerve—Hey, Jin Yun-hee! You’re selling me out because you’re afraid your face will be known to the media? After all I’ve done for you—”
“Use it as bail money.”
Shin Ju-eon’s eyes widened in shock.
Reporter Lee Eun-ha was inserting an envelope into Shin Ju-eon’s suit pocket.
It was the same envelope he had just handed her.
Shin Ju-eon’s voice trembled with confusion.
“R-Reporter?”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
Reporter Lee Eun-ha had never intended to accept this money from the start.
She was simply holding it on Seo Jin’s instructions.
And now I was returning it.
“A deposit, you say?”
“Sir!”
At the same time, the other reporters hummed in unison and stuffed envelopes into Shin Ju-eon’s pockets.
Shin Ju-eon muttered, “F-f-damn it…,” but everyone ignored him.
And then.
Click!
Lee Eun-ha snapped a photo of Shin Ju-eon’s face with her phone.
When Shin Ju-eon glared at her menacingly, Lee Eun-ha smiled sweetly and spoke with irritating glee.
“Oh, I just couldn’t keep this to myself.”
She was going to publish the article.
Shin Ju-eon stared at Lee Eun-ha with bloodshot eyes.
And with his teeth clenched, he threatened her.
“Delete it right now. I told you it’s not true.”
Shin Ju-eon approached Lee Eun-ha with a chilling gaze, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.
But then.
Click! Click!
The other reporters were pulling out their phones without hesitation, photographing Shin Ju-eon’s face.
One reporter was even filming a video.
The determination not to miss this scoop was palpable and intense.
Shin Ju-eon’s footsteps halted.
He looked at the reporters with eyes full of despair.
These were the same people who had been laughing and drinking just moments ago….
“Ah….”
Then Seo Jin’s voice reached Shin Ju-eon’s ears.
“Hey, come in.”
Shin Ju-eon’s eyes snapped toward Seo Jin.
Seo Jin was looking at Shin Ju-eon with cold eyes and gesturing him inside.
“Come on in. You should be talking to me instead.”
Shin Ju-eon’s jaw clenched tight, and veins bulged across his forehead.
The root of all this evil was Kim Seo-jin.
Shin Ju-eon entered with a scowl, his footsteps heavy.
With each step, the eerie sound of broken glass crunching beneath his shoes echoed.
Seo Jin opened his mouth toward Jin Yun-hee.
“Close the door.”
“Yes, of course.”
Jin Yun-hee obeyed Seo Jin’s command and quickly rushed to the door.
The reporters outside were curious about what would happen next, but Jin Yun-hee shut the door with a soft click.
As the door closed, the room fell silent.
Seo Jin poured a drink with an indifferent expression and brought it to his lips.
The reporters would handle Lee Eun-ha’s coverage themselves. I had only one task.
My gaze fixed on Shin Ju-eon.
“Sit.”
Shin Ju-eon’s eyes blazed with fury as he sat across from me.
I poured liquor into a glass and set it before him, then spoke.
“I’m thinking life imprisonment. How does that sound?”
“Don’t talk shit. Seo Jun-kyung? You have evidence? And bribery? Fuck off. I’ll hire a competent lawyer….”
“A competent lawyer?”
“Yeah, one who’ll come running for money….”
I laughed, a low, drawn-out sound.
That laughter carried an unsettling edge.
As Shin Ju-eon’s brow furrowed, I smiled with contempt.
“Do you have any money?”
“What?”
Only now did Shin Ju-eon truly see my eyes.
I intended to obliterate everything he had.
That intention transmitted itself clearly.
And I spoke with a vicious smile.
“Your older brother runs an IT company, doesn’t he? Government policy projects—you pushed them through openly? Results? None. Just a pathetic company bleeding money dry. Right?”
Shin Ju-eon’s face contorted, but I continued without pause.
“Your brother will be summoned tomorrow. I plan to dismantle the company entirely.”
“…!”
“And while I was going through your wallet, I found you’d purchased some land under a proxy name. I’m confiscating that. Oh, don’t panic yet—there’s more. Your cousin was running an illegal lending operation, and you blocked the police investigation, didn’t you? We just opened an inquiry into that. The interest rates were quite steep, weren’t they?”
Shin Ju-eon shot to his feet.
His body trembled as he glared at me.
But I remained composed.
I twirled the soju glass slowly, smiling faintly.
“Everyone connected to you—distant relatives, close family, all of it—I’m going to destroy. So don’t expect a good lawyer. There’s nothing left for you to hope for.”
“You fucking bastard!”
Shin Ju-eon grabbed my collar with both hands.
I laughed softly.
“We’re not done yet…. What about your father?”

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