Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Capturing Park Cheon-ho
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That day at lunch.
Inside Kim Il-jung's car.
Lee Dae-hyuk, who had come to work, was taking advantage of the lunch break to meet with Kim Il-jung.
"Eating lunch and then being stuck in a car with a company bastard like you is ruining my digestion."
Hearing Kim Il-jung's grumbling, Lee Dae-hyuk shrugged his shoulders.
"I've brought a big catch, and you're treating me this cold?"
"A catch? Don't tell me... Park Cheon-ho?"
"Yes."
Lee Dae-hyuk flashed a meaningful smile.
Kim Il-jung's eyes sparkled too.
"Did you find solid evidence?"
"Not evidence exactly, but I found a pretext."
"A pretext?"
"To be precise, it's not something I found—it's something I plan to create."
Lee Dae-hyuk briefly explained his plan.
.
.
.
Kim Il-jung's face, which had been listening with interest, gradually crumpled.
"The guy who killed his own men who were trying to do organ trafficking. And Park Cheon-ho has him?"
"I'm not certain. But if Park Cheon-ho gets in danger, he'll pop out."
"So, you're saying you're going to corner Park Cheon-ho?"
"Yes."
"Why are you telling this to a prosecutor? Are you crazy from severe depression?"
"I'm asking you to step in at the right timing."
Even at Lee Dae-hyuk's jesting, Kim Il-jung didn't smile.
Irritation welled up.
However.
'Damn it. It makes sense.'
Lee Dae-hyuk's words weren't empty talk to let in one ear and out the other.
Still, doubts arose.
"I don't get it. Why are you doing something gangsters would do? Can't become the owner of Daehan Group, so you want to be the king of the underworld or something?"
At Kim Il-jung's question, Lee Dae-hyuk countered instead.
"Why do you think I can't become the owner of Daehan Group?"
"......"
Kim Il-jung couldn't respond.
For a very brief moment.
He was overwhelmed by the fierce glint in Lee Dae-hyuk's eyes.
It wasn't the typical desire or greedy madness from chaebols—it was eyes filled with conviction.
'Not a wish, but certainty.'
Incomprehensible.
How could the youngest illegitimate son become the owner of Daehan Group?
However, Kim Il-jung didn't ask further.
Right now was the time to focus on Park Cheon-ho.
Even if Lee Dae-hyuk became the owner of Daehan Group—no, Seojin Group—it had nothing to do with him.
As long as he didn't commit 'crimes.'
"Enough of the irrelevant talk."
"Yes."
"So, what do you want me to do? I can't just barge in with detectives out of nowhere."
Unlike in movies or dramas, prosecutors don't go to crime scenes.
It's not forbidden, but there's no need to go in the first place.
What could desk-jockeys without the power to subdue suspects even do at the scene?
However, in urgent situations, they had the power to dispatch police a bit 'faster.'
"Just send the police at the timing I want."
"Yeah, sure, the timing you want. This is damaging a prosecutor's dignity...."
Kim Il-jung let out a hollow laugh.
Wasn't this like a prosecutor cleaning up after gangsters?
'Not gangsters exactly, but a chaebol son....'
He was a strange character himself, but Lee Dae-hyuk was a step above.
But what could he do?
To catch Park Cheon-ho, he could join hands with anyone.
'Catching the criminal is more embarrassing if I fail.'
Casting aside his pride as a prosecutor, Kim Il-jung said,
"Fine, call me. I'll arrange for on-site suppression immediately."
"Thank you."
"If you're thankful, get out quick. The prosecutor has work to do."
As Kim Il-jung waved him off, Lee Dae-hyuk bowed his head and opened the passenger door.
Screeech-!!
Step, step, step-!!!
Listening to the fading footsteps, Kim Il-jung stretched.
"Yeah. Just this once."
Once he caught Park Cheon-ho, he planned to end this honeymoon with Lee Dae-hyuk.
His goal wasn't to be a mere prosecutor, but to catch rotten chaebols.
For that, he needed power beyond Chief Prosecutor.
'At least Prosecutor General.'
To achieve that goal, he needed to keep distance from dangerous guys like Lee Dae-hyuk.
But Kim Il-jung's wish wouldn't come true.
Lee Dae-hyuk wouldn't let go of someone he could use perfectly when needed.
Of course, thanks to that, Kim Il-jung would achieve his dream, but that's another story.
***
That night.
Cheonho-pa office.
Park Cheon-ho was reading the Bible.
He had opened the Bible to calm his mind until he heard from Lee Sang-wook.
"We write this so that our joy may be complete.... Ha, haha! Damn it! Not joyful at all?"
With an irritated face, he closed the Bible, and his gaze turned to the cell phone on the desk.
A day had passed, but still no contact from Lee Sang-wook.
'No way Sang-wook got taken out too?'
No contact meant one of two things.
Either taken down by Kim Min-gyu, or swayed by Lee Dae-hyuk.
"Should've sent you instead."
"......"
The haggard-looking young man standing before Park Cheon-ho said nothing.
Juo.
This man in his early thirties, of Joseon-jok descent, had a slender build and hollow eyes.
But.
Despite looking so frail, over the past ten years, he was a fearsome knife man who had killed over a dozen under Park Cheon-ho's father and Park Cheon-ho himself.
Juo, who had served the Park family loyally for generations, kept his mouth shut tight with an expressionless face.
He handled any task perfectly but never ran his mouth carelessly.
That was the point Park Cheon-ho trusted Blackie the most about.
Even now, he had completed his mission and was perfectly hiding from the police.
Hidden on a boat used by Cheonho-pa's illegal immigration broker network, even the police couldn't find Juo.
Everything was perfect, but with no word from Lee Sang-wook, Park Cheon-ho had ordered his return.
"Stay by my side for a while."
Nod-!
Now he had lost Lee Sang-wook after Kim Min-gyu.
Plus, no knowing when Lee Dae-hyuk would counterattack.
He needed a weapon to protect himself.
"Let's go home."
Park Cheon-ho gave the order.
No contact from Lee Sang-wook even as dawn approached.
Better to sleep at home than wait here.
"In-seok. Prepare the car."
As Park Cheon-ho ordered his subordinate.
Instead of a reply, a dull thud and screams rang out.
Thwack-! Bam-!
"Argh!"
"Ugh!"
"......!!!"
Park Cheon-ho's eyes widened.
"Go check."
As soon as he gave the order, Juo took a step.
Bang-!
The door burst open first.
The one who flung the door open noisily was, surprisingly, Lee Dae-hyuk.
"Seeing your face after so long is pissing me off."
"H-How did you get here?"
Park Cheon-ho was shocked.
He could see his gang members sprawled beyond Lee Dae-hyuk's shoulder.
"I sent you a gift, right? Time for a reply."
Kim Min-gyu approached behind Lee Dae-hyuk.
"Long time no see. Park Cheon-ho."
As Kim Min-gyu smiled and waved, Park Cheon-ho gritted his teeth.
"Long time no see? Park Cheon-ho?"
"Between enemies, you expect politeness?"
Kim Min-gyu mocked Park Cheon-ho sharply.
In contrast, Lee Dae-hyuk was staring at Juo.
Mouth shut tight, but his eyes were chillingly cold.
Moreover.
Step-!!!
Just one step, and a murderous aura emanated.
'Is this guy the knife man?'
As Lee Sang-wook described, a powerhouse surpassing Kim Min-gyu.
And having killed several people, better for him to handle.
'There's a special way to deal with guys like this.'
"Who's this guy? No men left, so now scouting patients?"
At Lee Dae-hyuk's words, Park Cheon-ho scoffed.
"Guess we'll see who's the patient."
At Park Cheon-ho's chin gesture, Juo drew two knives from the sheath at his waist.
'Honshu Karambit?'
Honshu Karambit, a lethal knife made for efficient tactics.
Seeing the real weapon killers use in movies, Kim Min-gyu momentarily flinched.
"I'll go first."
Then, Lee Dae-hyuk, removing his coat, spoke.
"You sure you can win?"
"Confidence is always overflowing."
Kim Min-gyu subtly stepped forward.
Until Yoon Tae-ho joined, he had to protect Lee Dae-hyuk.
Even if his gut got pierced by that knife man.
However, Lee Dae-hyuk didn't accept Kim Min-gyu's loyalty.
Tadadak-!!!
"President!!"
Lee Dae-hyuk moved faster than Kim Min-gyu.
Charging at Park Cheon-ho.
Juo's Honshu Karambit aiming for Lee Dae-hyuk's brow.
However.
Slash-!!!
"!!"
Ducking his body mid-charge to dodge the strike.
"Wha?"
He tackled Park Cheon-ho.
Crash-!!!
Park Cheon-ho, defenseless, could only widen his eyes.
Lee Dae-hyuk grabbed Park Cheon-ho and rolled on the floor.
"......?!"
The moment Juo tried to charge at Lee Dae-hyuk again.
Kim Min-gyu flew in and kicked his back.
Thud crash-!!!
Juo, defenseless, tumbled forward.
But even after taking the hit, Juo was an expert.
Shing-!!
Twisting his body as he fell, he swung the Honshu Karambit at Kim Min-gyu's chest.
Sliiiice-!
Blood seeped from the torn edge of Kim Min-gyu's white shirt along the diagonal slash.
"Urk!"
Unlike Kim Min-gyu, whose face twisted in pain, Juo regained his stance and eyed him impassively.
"......"
But.
Despite his skin being cut, Kim Min-gyu was the triumphant one.
"Tough bastard. But what now?"
Thanks to Lee Dae-hyuk's bold move, they had seized the momentum.
Juo followed Kim Min-gyu's gaze to look back.
Before he knew it.
"Drop the knife."
Lee Dae-hyuk had twisted Park Cheon-ho's left arm, pressing his head down with his knee, and commanded him.
"Don't worry! This bastard. He absolutely can't kill me!!"
Park Cheon-ho, subdued by Lee Dae-hyuk, shouted desperately.
Killing him would cost Lee Dae-hyuk too much.
"Shut up. M-Move!"
"Yeah. You're right. I can't kill you. But instead."
Lee Dae-hyuk readily admitted it.
It wasn't fear of blood on his hands.
If the moment came, he could kill Yoo Jae-man or Oh Tae-gyu.
But not now.
"I can turn a human butcher like you into a cripple."
"What?!"
Crack-!!!
Instead of answering, Lee Dae-hyuk snapped Park Cheon-ho's right arm.
With the loud sound of bone shattering.
"Arrrrgh!!"
Unable to endure the pain, Park Cheon-ho's scream erupted.
"You fucker! You son of a bitch!!"
As Park Cheon-ho raised his voice savagely, trying to drown pain in rage, Lee Dae-hyuk commanded again.
"Tell that bastard to drop the knife."
The cold tone, devoid of any emotion, further provoked Park Cheon-ho's fury.
"You fucking bastard! I'll definitely kill you...."
"Hup!"
Instead of replying, Lee Dae-hyuk took a short breath and applied force.
Then.
Craaack-!!!
The elbow bent at an impossible angle.
"Urgh."
Pain surged in an instant.
No, greater than that—fear.
It shook Park Cheon-ho's pupils.
"H-Hey? D-Don't! Don't! Fuc... No, please!!!"
However, Lee Dae-hyuk ignored Park Cheon-ho's pleas.
Craaack-!!!
"Arrrrgh!!"