"Have you been well?"

"Well? Are you fucking joking?"

On the strength of the Jo and Jang attorneys they had been assigned the largest visiting room in the Gangneung detention centre.

Yang Susan, in handcuffs, spat abuse at Ha Donghwi's question.

An unconvicted prisoner in ochre summer prison clothes.

He had still not repented his own wrongdoing.

It's all because of that bastard!

If only Ha Donghwi had not dragged Jo and Jang into it, the thing would have gone according to plan.

By now he would have the proceeds of the burial mountain in hand and be enjoying himself to the full at some South-East Asian resort, the Philippines or the like.

Yang Susan glared at Ha Donghwi with rage and resentment mixed in his eyes.

"You won't do."

"Won't do? What are you blathering about! Are you anything!"

A bastard thrown out of his own house, and the airs on him!

Something in Ha Donghwi's manner had changed, but Yang Susan wanted to ignore it.

The last pride left to him, and he wanted to keep it.

"Hand it over."

"Hand what over?"

"Your shareholding."

"My shareholding? Heh heh heh heh heh. And what will you do with rubbish picked up at this stage?"

Ha Donghwi, demanding the shares of a corporation sitting on a mountain of debt.

Shares that will be scrap paper the moment liquidation or bankruptcy comes.

"I mean to try and save it."

"You? With what money? Is the Ha family giving you money? Heh heh heh heh."

Yang Susan sneered at Ha Donghwi.

The company's financial state, which even he as chief had given up on.

Pacific Fisheries' debt, which he had already worked out when he sold the burial mountain, was over a hundred billion.

And with the private loans added on top…….

"Yeah."

"……??"

"I'll raise the money, so don't worry about that. Worry about your sentence."

"…….”

Yang Susan, his eyes turned up, was lost for words.

This bastard! He isn't one to talk nonsense.

Even the lawyer he had lined up, an older friend, had cursed him and bolted…