Chapter 74

The next morning, large patches of sunlight filled the room, highlighting the lavender plants on the windowsill, full of vitality.

In front of the full-length mirror, Jin Yunho carefully dressed himself.

In the mirror, the man had fair skin, broad and dark eyebrows, a high nose, and thin lips, looking both heroic and handsome.

Wearing a white shirt, black suit, and shiny leather shoes, he looked even more slender and handsome.

“Ding” “Pa”

Jin Yunho fiddled with the silver lighter, quickly flipping and twirling it between his fingers, and finally slipped it into his pants pocket.

After finishing, he gave a cold smile to the mirror, turned around, picked up his briefcase, and set off.

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On Wednesday, the Jiangnan District Prosecutors' Office was as usual, bustling with people, quiet yet noisy.

Jin Yunho walked into the office just before the end of the workday.

A burst of chaotic sounds arose, and Shin Donghae and the others all stood up, greeting Jin Yunho.

"Good morning, Prosecutor Jin."

"Boss, you're here."

Jin Yunho nodded, acknowledging their greetings, then went to his seat, took out the report he had written the night before, turned around, and left the room again.

Jin Yunho's cold eyes and the cool aura he exuded made the others feel quite unfamiliar.

Lee Hwena, without applying makeup, asked curiously, "What's up with Prosecutor Jin?"

Shin Donghae, regaining his composure, waved his hand and said, "Ah, maybe he's under too much pressure. Anyone would have some unusual reactions under such pressure."

"Oh, that makes sense," Lee Hwena thought Shin Donghae's words were very reasonable, nodded, and continued to admire herself in the mirror.

She had come very early that morning, and the cleaning work was already done, so she wasn't afraid of Jin Yunho scolding her. She resumed her usual 'work.'

Song Eunji remained silent, as if she hadn't noticed Jin Yunho's abnormal behavior.

As for Yoon Gukhong, the old man signed in and then disappeared again.

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After leaving the office, Jin Yunho went straight to Chief Prosecutor Roh Wonsan's office.

He knocked, entered, bowed, and then directly stated his purpose.

"Chief, this is my report. I have determined that Kim Taecoon's behavior in prison is genuine, and he has shown signs of reform. I have decided to follow the instructions of the Ministry of Justice and the Supreme Prosecutors' Office and grant Kim Taecoon early release."

Jin Yunho handed the report to Roh Wonsan, took two steps back, and reported with a straight posture.

"..." Roh Wonsan didn't speak, carefully read through the report, then looked up, his sharp gaze directly meeting Jin Yunho's:

"Why did you decide so quickly? The task was given on Monday, and you could have made the decision by Friday. Don't you... want to reconsider?"

Jin Yunho shook his head, "No need."

Roh Wonsan smiled, a somewhat mocking smile, "So confident?"

Jin Yunho nodded, his methods known only to himself, "Yes."

Roh Wonsan gradually put away his smile, tossed the report aside, and threw it on the table, saying angrily, "To avoid choosing sides, are you willing to take such a big risk?"

Jin Yunho remained silent, not speaking, as he had his own thoughts, considerations, and plans.

Roh Wonsan sighed regretfully and said, "You're going to ruin yourself this way."

"Do you not know your own background?"

"Prosecutors from your kind of family are called 'poor prosecutors' here. In front of ordinary people, you can experience the power and authority of a prosecutor. But in front of the rich, your status is just that."

"When the rich want to show their disdain, they won't indulge you, and they won't fear your status as a prosecutor. Even the useless rich kids can humiliate and bully you."

"To change this awkward situation, to be a normal prosecutor and experience the power and status of a prosecutor, you must seek protection from a powerful faction. This is the only choice! Haven't you realized this yet?"

Faced with Roh Wonsan's series of questions, Jin Yunho smiled faintly, "I know, I know all of this.

But I don't want to be a lackey who can't control my own fate, don't want to lose my conscience and do their bidding. I don't want to be abandoned one day and become a scapegoat."

Roh Wonsan sneered, "Ideals are good, but not realistic. Besides this path, you have no other choice.

Even if you judge correctly this time and successfully avoid this crisis, there will be a second, a third. It will never end! Until they push you out."

Jin Yunho laughed coldly, his eyes filled with defiance and wildness, "No problem, I will struggle to avoid these crises one by one.

After each successful avoidance, I will retaliate, fiercely retaliate! I will cut off their fingers, I will sever their claws. I will make them feel pain, make them know I'm not to be trifled with! I will make them know that I am not someone they can oppress and bully... a poor prosecutor."

Cold, Jin Yunho's words pierced Roh Wonsan's ears like ice.

Mad, Roh Wonsan never expected the amiable Jin Yunho to have such a mad and fierce side.

Hearing Jin Yunho's heart, Roh Wonsan trembled uncontrollably.

He recalled the storm of blood and rain that a group of poor prosecutors had caused in Korea over a decade ago, where countless rich and high-ranking officials fell because of that storm.

It was a 'bloody' time, grand on the surface, and equally chaotic in the shadows.

It was a struggle between poor prosecutors and the rich class, between poor and rich.

The instigators were just a group of mad poor prosecutors.

Could Jin Yunho also want to stage that storm of blood and rain?

Could that struggle be staged again because of Jin Yunho?

Roh Wonsan couldn't bear to imagine it, and he tried hard to control his trembling hands, but to no avail.

"You... have thought it through? Really want to do this? What about your family? Don't you consider them?"

Roh Wonsan's limbs were tense, and his eyes eagerly awaited Jin Yunho's answer.

"Whoever dares to touch my family, my gun will sound again. No matter who they are."

Jin Yunho spoke these words in a low, firm voice, his eyes flashing with a terrifying gaze, a gaze that seemed to want to devour someone.

Relief, regret, pity, sympathy.

Roh Wonsan's face showed an incredibly complex expression. After a long pause, he said, "I understand. I will convey your words to him. I think he will watch you, see how far you can go, and I hope you don't disappoint him."

He, who he referred to, Jin Yunho knew clearly.

But Jin Yunho couldn't understand why Prosecutor Park Gukwon was so interested in him, and even after he revealed this shocking idea, Park Gukwon still wanted to recruit him.

Jin Yunho couldn't quite grasp the meaning behind it.

Roh Wonsan, mentally and physically exhausted, leaned back in his chair and waved to Jin Yunho, "Go to work. I hope you succeed."

"Understood." Jin Yunho nodded, bowed, and turned to leave.

The struggle officially began.

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I beg for recommendations, any kind of recommendations, and I've been screwed again.

Also, thank you to the 10 book friends "alexg_," "楓灬少," "暗夜歌JL," "永远的猜不到," "cbbca," "至尊￡宝," "暗黑骑士zyf," "不眨眼的猩猩," "双鱼儍苽," and "过江龙宝宝" for their support.

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