"Bring me proper food! Real food, not this garbage! Bring me something I can actually eat!"

Crash.

A meal tray went flying and slammed against the iron door.

The bowls and food on the tray scattered across the wall and floor.

"You bastards. Do you think I'm a pig? Who's supposed to eat this trash? Bring me something decent. I said bring me something decent!"

Creak.

Just then the iron door opened and a prosecution investigator in a suit stepped inside.

He surveyed the mess on the wall and floor and let out a sigh.

"Haven't I told you several times you can't keep doing this?"

Chang-jong shouted at the investigator, his face twisted with fury.

"Then go get me a chef from Ilhyeon Hotel. That's the only thing I'll eat."

"Sigh…"

The investigator looked at the food strewn across the floor and the stains on the wall and floor with an incredulous expression and said,

"Sir, we're the ones who have to clean all this up. Please, don't do this anymore."

"Then bring me something worth eating. I'll eat it if you do."

"This is exactly what we ourselves eat. Everyone in the cafeteria just had this same meal a little while ago."

"That's what people like you eat. I'm not the same as you."

At Chang-jong's words, the investigator's face flushed red.

Just as the investigator, unable to hold back any longer, was about to snap, a hand caught his shoulder.

"Investigator Kim. I'll take it from here. Thanks for your work."

Dae-su Park patted the investigator's shoulder and stepped forward.

"Sir, you can't keep doing this. It's a real problem."

Seeing that a prosecutor had stepped in this time, rather than just the investigator as before, Chang-jong's tone softened slightly.

"Prosecutor Park. When am I getting out of here? How much longer do I have to stay?"

"If you cooperate with the investigation in good faith, you can get out sooner."

"Show me anyone more sincere than me. There's no one. No one at all."

Chang-jong puffed out his chest and thumped it with his palm.

"So,…