"Prosecutor Yun. I have a favor to ask."

"Just say the word, ma'am."

"It's nothing much. My youngest got hit a little."

"What? The young lady was hit? Who did it?"

"...A real son of a bitch."

"Just give me his name! I'll smash him to pieces right away!"

Yun Dae-ho, Deputy Chief Prosecutor of the Seoul Southern District Prosecutors' Office, jumped at the call.

His voice said one thing, but the pen in his right hand tapped idly at the desk.

This kind of thing had happened more than once or twice.

She was an important sponsor.

He'd gotten this far by latching onto the right lines.

He'd come out of a second-rate college on a Samin Foundation scholarship.

The Hanguk Group had helped him a lot.

Thanks to the lobbying money the top-ten conglomerates spread around, he'd moved through the key posts and grabbed one of the prosecution's plum jobs.

A shot at promotion was coming up soon.

The administration had changed, and a typhoon of personnel moves had blown through.

Several men above him had hung up their robes, and one by one the posts were being decided by whose line you held on to.

Yun Dae-ho had his eye on the chief prosecutor's seat at a district office, and he knew this was his chance.

That family's a damn circus.

The chairman's wife, with her rotten personality, was a troublemaker.

And the kids? Don't even get him started.

If someone displeased her, she couldn't cool down until she'd finished them off one way or another.

"I'll send you the information. Soon... I want to hear he's on prison rations."

"No problem."

"I'll trust you, then."

"Heh heh. I won't disappoint you this time either."

If the chairman's wife was calling him personally, there'd be a fat payoff in it.

He even flew first class for free whenever he went abroad.

Yun Dae-ho ran the numbers in his head, fast.

"Then... I'll wait for good news."

She put on cultured airs, but word had spread all through Seoul's upper crust.

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