The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 111

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Episode 111. Obtaining Results (3)

“Just who exactly are you tangled up with?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You’re wrapped up tight…….”
“Senior, please save me! Just get me out of here and I’ll repay your kindness properly!”

Sokcho Police Station holding cell.

Yang Su-san had retained a lawyer in preparation for the formal detention hearing scheduled for late afternoon.

It was Ki Dong-chan, a law school graduate from Yeon National University who had recently retired as deputy chief prosecutor of the Criminal Division at Gangneung District Prosecutors’ Office.

The two men had maintained a close relationship, with Yang Su-san always treating him as a senior.

Yang Su-san pleaded with his senior, Ki Dong-chan.

Over the past few years, Ki Dong-chan’s hairline had receded even further.

With only a few strands left, he wore his baldness plainly visible.

Standing about 170 centimeters tall, his abdominal obesity lent him a sluggish, ordinary appearance for a middle-aged man.

With skin prone to inflammation, his facial muscles were uneven and a sheen of grease slicked his complexion.

Behind his unusually gleaming gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes held no trace of justice.

From Gangwon Province, he was a former government official lawyer who had retired as deputy chief prosecutor of Gangneung District Prosecutors’ Office.

He was known throughout the region as a fixer in criminal cases.

With most cases seeing sentences drastically reduced after a single meeting with Ki Dong-chan, his reputation was well-earned.

A year prior, he had even extracted a suspended sentence at the appellate level for the son of an influential family who had killed a couple in a drunk-driving accident in Sokcho.

Despite the man being unlicensed and driving while intoxicated, Ki Dong-chan had reduced the first trial sentence from three years to a suspended sentence in the second trial.

Though the victims’ side raged against the decision, the case ultimately went to the Supreme Court and the judgment was confirmed.

Ki Dong-chan’s legal skill was undeniably impressive.

No wonder his nickname was something to be proud of.

Yet even this Ki Dong-chan wore a troubled expression now.

‘Who in the world did this bastard touch?’

This time, Ki Dong-chan’s usual methods had failed.

Instead, he had received orders from the district prosecutor to handle the case properly.

Few people could move the district prosecutor’s office.

Perhaps central prosecutors or politicians.

But they would hardly mobilize for some small-time gambler in the provinces.

Ki Dong-chan pressed Yang Su-san with his gaze.

Though he had taken the case, Ki Dong-chan knew Yang Su-san was hiding something.
Most criminal defendants refrained from disclosing unfavorable facts from the start.

“Who’s involved? Some gangster?”

Ki Dong-chan, who knew something of Yang Su-san’s usual conduct, pressed him harder.

Even in the provinces, small rumors spread quickly.

Yang Su-san, who had gambled away his father’s business into ruin, had been the subject of persistent gossip.

“No, no, it’s not that.”
“Then who? You need to tell me straight if you want me to work this out.”

Yang Su-san, also a junior from Yeon National University, maintained a relationship of elder and younger brother with him outside the courtroom.

At this point, the bearing of the former deputy chief prosecutor surfaced in Ki Dong-chan with full force.

“It’s…….”

Yang Su-san found himself unable to speak easily.

During the investigation at the detention facility, his mind had become utterly scattered.

The investigator had crafted a perfect snare around him.

And still, his friend’s warning echoed in his ears, tightening around his throat.

“What is it?”

Ki Dong-chan leaned his ear close to Yang Su-san.

“It’s…… Ha Ryun.”
“Ha Ryun? What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you suddenly bringing up Ha Ryun?”

Ki Dong-chan’s face went blank for an instant at Yang Su-san’s nonsensical words.

Yang Su-san’s statement made no sense whatsoever.

“The man who did this to me. He’s the youngest son of Ha Ryun Group, I think.”
“W—w—what? The youngest son of Ha Ryun Group??”

Ki Dong-chan immediately shot up from his seat.

His face had already drained to a deathly white.

“S—s—senior. Even the fixer…….”
“Damn it! You bastard! If you’re going to die, die alone! Screw this!”

Curses erupted from Ki Dong-chan, directed at Yang Su-san.

He hastily grabbed his bag.

“I’m withdrawing my representation! My dreams last night felt off.”

Without so much as a backward glance, he moved toward the visitation room door.

“W—wait, senior! Please!”
“Shut up! From this moment on, I’m done with you. You gambling scum!”

He closed the door behind him and disappeared.

“Ugh…….”

Faced with inescapable reality, Yang Su-san sank to the floor.

“Has your visit concluded?”

A police officer opened the visitation room door and entered.

He regarded Yang Su-san coldly, handcuffs still clamped around his wrists, his spirit utterly broken.

Yang Su-san, now a criminal locked in the holding cell on embezzlement and habitual gambling charges.

“Sigh…….”

His long sigh, drained of all hope, echoed through the visitation room.

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“……!!”
“Oh…….”
“Huh…….”

Gasps of surprise erupted from various corners.

Who was Lee Jung-jun?

The blood grandson of the honorary chairman of Doa Daily News.

His mother was a direct descendant of the current chairman of Hanguk Group.
Though technically a maternal grandson, Lee Jung-jun’s influence at Cheonghwa High School could not be ignored.

For him to be spoken to like that?

Only two people in this gathering could dare speak such words.

Kang Jun-woo, the external director of Ilseong Group, and Jang Ji-yu, eldest daughter of Shindo Group.

Even the members of the Lee clan, connected by blood relations, did not speak carelessly.
But Ha Tae-ung…….

“You—what are you supposed to be!! What is it?”
“Me? I’m supposed to be something.”

Unlike Lee Jung-jun’s trembling voice, Ha Tae-ung responded with a steady tone.

“You’re nothing but a fallen family member who got kicked out!”

The agitated Lee Jung-jun had crossed the line badly.

Kang Jun-woo’s expression twisted at those words.

Lee Hyo-ju fixed her cousin with a cold stare.

Jang Ji-yu’s eyes sparked with interest.

The other watching students instinctively held their breath.

“So what?”
“……??”
“Does that make me not a grandson of Chairman Ha Chul-gon?”
“……!!”
“When our grandfather passes away, my father will at least be able to claim his Legal Inheritance Share, right? But you?”
“…….”
“How much is Doa Daily News worth? And didn’t your mother get pushed out from Hanguk Group anyway? For her tyranny.”

Ha Tae-ung unleashed his counterattack without giving room for rebuttal.

A smile of perfect ease played at the corners of his mouth.

“S—shut up!!”

Contrary to his usual manner, Lee Jung-jun exploded at Ha Tae-ung’s provocation.

He had never suffered such humiliation in his life.

Especially never had anyone spoken so brazenly about his mother.

Lee Jung-jun himself saw his parents, especially his mother, as an embarrassment.

Throughout his formative years, he had witnessed his mother’s countless displays of tyranny.

Though he had ignored it as a son, the last shred of conscience that remained in him screamed.

Ha Tae-ung had stabbed mercilessly at that wound.

“Is that so?”
“Damn it! What kind of bluff are you pulling, you nothing!”

Recalling information he’d heard from his mother at home, Lee Jung-jun tried to bully Ha Tae-ung back.

Ha Tae-ung’s family was not acknowledged by Chairman Ha Chul-gon as kin.

Legal Inheritance Share?

Pursuing that could very well cost you your life.

Chairman Ha Chul-gon of Ha Ryun Group was notorious throughout financial circles for his cruelty.

“Is your emotional intelligence that low? Your emotional recovery seems lacking too…….”

Ha Tae-ung hurled near-insulting remarks as he watched Lee Jung-jun’s anger.

“I—I—I…….”

Unable to contain his rage, Lee Jung-jun gnashed his teeth.

He looked ready to charge forward and throw a punch.

But Ha Tae-ung’s reputation for hitting hard had spread long ago.

Moreover, Kang Jun-woo and Jang Ji-yu, who harbored feelings for the chairman, were watching.

He clenched his fists and glared at Ha Tae-ung, grinding his teeth.

“Is your emotional resilience really so weak that you’d struggle? Doa Daily News will go to your second brother anyway, so there’s nothing to look forward to there. Your mother’s side is probably lost to primogeniture inheritance as well. So what do you actually have that’s worth anything?”

Finally, Ha Tae-ung delivered a ruthless home truth.

“S—shut up! You don’t have much either!”

Unable to deny the harsh, cold judgment, Lee Jung-jun clung to Ha Tae-ung’s words.

“Me? I said I have a lot of money.”

Ha Tae-ung’s statement he had declared in the Grand Auditorium.

“How much? 100 billion won?”

Jang Ji-yu, observing from the sidelines, asked with curiosity.

“No.”
“Oh! Then 300 billion?”
“No.”
“……500 billion?”

As Jang Ji-yu raised the figures, her eyes grew progressively wider.

Finally, an amount worthy of genuine shock tumbled from her lips.

“No.”

Ha Tae-ung uttered “no” once more without the slightest hesitation.

“Then…… a trillion?”

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