You Have Been Defended [EN]: Chapter 517

You Have Been Defended – Episode 517

Onodera wouldn’t be appeased by merely making his son kneel, not when Koh Sang-jun himself should have been present.

Onodera stared intently at Koh Yun-soo, who kept his head bowed.

The translator beside him was on pins and needles, forced to watch his employer being humiliated.

Just before leaving for the airport, the translator had been summoned by Koh Sang-jun.

At that time, Koh Sang-jun had told him that they would surely humiliate Koh Yun-soo, and strictly instructed him to carefully filter and convey Koh Yun-soo’s words if he said anything that might offend the other party.

The translator rolled his eyes, hoping Onodera would tell Koh Yun-soo to get up.

However, Onodera seemed intent on drinking, using the back of Koh Yun-soo’s head as a snack, silently picking up the liquor bottle on the table.

“…….”

Koh Yun-soo’s hands, folded beneath his forehead, were trembling.

Though they couldn’t see it, the translator sitting next to Koh Yun-soo could tell that he was furious.

Still, Koh Yun-soo was quicker to notice and calculate than his other brothers.

He couldn’t possibly fail to realize that if Onodera wasn’t satisfied with his attitude and went on a rampage, he would lose his father’s trust.

“It’s good to see you so docile. Have a drink.”

Onodera stood up from his seat.

The translator barely managed to suppress a sigh of relief and lowered himself slightly to convey the message to Koh Yun-soo.

“He says to have a drink.”

Hoping this meant he could finally get up, Koh Yun-soo was about to raise his head.

Until Onodera started pouring the liquor not into a glass, but onto the back of Koh Yun-soo’s head.

“You drink well.”

Onodera cackled like a vile beast.

Oda Satoshi, who was watching, did the same.

The translator couldn’t help but be appalled, but he forcefully tightened the muscles in his face to prevent any change in expression.

“…….”

The liquor that had briefly pooled on the back of Koh Yun-soo’s head trickled down onto the tatami [traditional Japanese mat] floor.

The translator doubted whether even Koh Yun-soo, with his clear sense of judgment, could endure such humiliation.

It was beyond what he had imagined when Koh Sang-jun had given him the heads-up, and he couldn’t even guess how to react if Koh Yun-soo couldn’t bear it.

Koh Yun-soo gripped the hem of his pants tightly with both hands on his knees.

The translator, glancing at Koh Yun-soo, felt a trickle of cold sweat running down his temple.

Wasn’t this the same Koh Yun-soo who couldn’t hide his anger when he was told to kneel?

Is this the end?

“……Thank you. I should have offered you a drink first.”

However, different words than expected came out of his mouth.

The translator, flustered, froze, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

“What are you doing? Tell him, damn it.”

Then, Koh Yun-soo urged him through gritted teeth.

Coming to his senses at those words, the translator quickly relayed the message.

“The son is better than the father.”

Onodera smiled contentedly after hearing Koh Yun-soo’s words.

He returned to his original seat and gestured to the translator.

It was a signal that he could get up now.

The translator approached Koh Yun-soo on his knees, carefully grabbing his shoulders and helping him up.

As Koh Yun-soo calmly raised his upper body, the liquor still pooled in his hair dripped onto the floor.

Oda Satoshi, who had been watching the situation, shouted.

“Bring a towel!”

Soon, Kim Mija quietly opened the door and entered the room.

She handed the towel to Koh Yun-soo.

Koh Yun-soo silently accepted the towel and wiped his wet hair and the liquor from his face.

Kim Mija lowered her gaze, pretending not to be interested in what was happening inside, but she could easily guess what had occurred in this room.

She saw Koh Yun-soo’s hair was so wet that the transparent liquid at the ends dripped, and she confirmed that the tatami floor was also soaked.

They had clearly made him kneel and then poured liquor on his head.

They often behaved in this vulgar way towards those they wanted to mock, as if they had all received the same training, and it was not surprising.

She had seen it countless times here.

Moreover, she had expected it to some extent since Oda Satoshi had casually told her to bring liquor to the room during the two hours Koh Yun-soo had been waiting for them in the empty room.

Judging by the atmosphere, Koh Yun-soo seemed to have obediently done as he was told.

But that in itself was appalling.

They felt no guilt towards the countless youths they had trampled on, nor remorse towards those who had their organs harvested on the operating table without knowing why…….

“…….”

Koh Yun-soo, who would become the owner of Wooshin in the future, didn’t even distinguish who he should truly apologize to, kowtowing [kneeling and bowing deeply] until the ground broke.

He was once again driving innocent people into an outdated power dynamic.

“Get out now.”

Had she stared at him too intently?

Oda Satoshi curtly told Kim Mija, who was still in the room.

“Yes. Please call me when you need me.”

As she took the wet towel from Koh Yun-soo and went back out of the room, Koh Yun-soo subtly hid his trembling hands behind his back and clenched his fists tightly.

He didn’t want anyone to see this humiliating 모습 [Korean word for ‘appearance’ or ‘figure’], but it seemed Kim Mija had noticed.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but he felt like she had subtly mocked him.

“Sit down.”

As Koh Yun-soo sat down, Onodera finally poured liquor into the glass in front of him.

He poured liquor for the two people sitting across from him as well, and only after confirming that they had brought their glasses to their lips did he drink his own.

“Tell me what you plan to do.”

“I heard there will be a general election soon. I will do my best to ensure that the assemblyman suffers no undue harm. I heard that you hired the truck driver through the Yakuza [Japanese organized crime syndicate]…….”

“I entrusted it to those seasoned guys who are even involved in the Korean loan shark market, but they gave me such a moronic bastard……. Tsk! If it had succeeded, I wouldn’t have minded the money, but it failed after all. Besides, they even took in the dead former president’s grandson……. Your father must be trembling at the thought of that lawyer going crazy, right?”

Onodera scoffed and said.

Koh Yun-soo didn’t answer.

In fact, Cha Joo-han was a rare character.

Reporters and prosecutors who claimed they would eradicate Wooshin’s corruption had persistently emerged regardless of the era, but many eventually knelt before money.

Even those who had shone brightly in their youth, taking the lead in smearing Koh Sang-jun’s face, would eventually reach a point where their spirit waned, and if someone casually suggested they take a comfortable position and live comfortably, they would pretend to consider it before eagerly taking the offer.

However, there was no obvious way to win over Cha Joo-han.

He wasn’t someone who was short of money.

Judging by his actions, he clearly had a desire for fame, but even so, there were many incomprehensible aspects to his 행보 [Korean word for ‘actions’ or ‘behavior’].

If he truly wanted fame, he should have been promoting himself since he was acquitted of the false charge of murdering Lee Jung-chan.

The public found him very interesting and highly valued the fact that he had escaped so admirably from a seemingly inescapable trap.

Moreover, the story that Lee Se-hwa, who was now sitting in the Blue House [South Korean presidential residence], had coveted him since she was the party leader was so famous that it would come to one’s ears without separate investigation.

Yet, he seemed to consciously distance himself from Lee Se-hwa.

To win over Cha Joo-han, one had to know what he truly desired deep down.

But in Koh Yun-soo’s view, what he truly wanted seemed ridiculously like ‘the downfall of Wooshin’ itself.

From the first time Cha Joo-han caught his eye until now, Wooshin had failed to figure out why he was clinging on so desperately.

Even after investigating his past and surroundings, there seemed to be no reason for him to risk his life to attack.

That’s why he was an even more difficult enemy.

“I don’t know what you think, but my father isn’t trembling.”

“Not trembling? Then why is he being so cautious about that damn lawyer?”

Oda Satoshi scoffed.

Koh Yun-soo didn’t answer.

Even he thought it would look that way to others.

Even so, one shouldn’t provoke a madman rashly.

He knew best because he had been hit directly by the backlash after underestimating and provoking him.

“He’s 달려드는 [Korean word meaning ‘rushing in’ or ‘attacking’] as if he doesn’t value his own life, so I judged it best to avoid a full-scale war until we have a weakness in our hands.”

“Who in the world doesn’t have a weakness? Even if they don’t, we can just create one. If we do a rough tax investigation, we’ll kick up some dust.”

Was he giving advice because he thought they hadn’t tried that?

That was the most basic thing.

The first thing he did, thinking that he had to cut off Cha Joo-han before he grew, was a tax investigation.

He was the type of guy who didn’t even process expenses and 신고 무식하게 [Korean phrase implying ‘reporting taxes ignorantly’ or ‘without proper documentation’] as if he wouldn’t leak even a grain of weakness, so he even manipulated the tax firm’s books.

It was a pity that it failed because he didn’t expect a 퇴물 [Korean word for ‘washed-up’ or ‘has-been’] old man who had been out of the Blue House for a long time to intervene.

After that, he even framed him for murder, but he came back alive and well, attacking Wooshin as it was.

He even tried to kill him, but miraculously, he crawled out of the sea with a hole in his stomach, didn’t he?

It was the first time he had failed to deal with even one person like this, and even Koh Sang-jun had lost his composure at that time.

“Well, forget about that damn lawyer. What are you going to do with that driver?”

“I will send him to Japan. Wasn’t it those Yakuza guys who betrayed the assemblyman’s trust by hiring that driver? Tell them to take responsibility. The reason you entrusted the work to them was because you thought they wouldn’t go around talking nonsense, right?”

“They can’t talk. The violence 배제 조례 [Korean phrase referring to ‘ordinance against organized crime’] has been in effect since last year, and they’ve lost their place anyway. If I abandon them, they’ll be finished. If you deliver the driver well, they’ll take care of it.”

Onodera said confidently.

Koh Yun-soo wasn’t as familiar with the situation in Japan as his father Koh Sang-jun, but he knew that the Yakuza were quite closely linked to politics.

Above all, wasn’t it Onodera who had initially vowed to kill Cha Joo-han?

There was no reason for Wooshin to take care of the aftermath, and Onodera knew that best.

“Well……. Just 담가 버리면 [Korean phrase meaning ‘to sink’ or ‘to drown’ someone] in Tokyo Bay.”

Oda Satoshi didn’t seem to care much about this point either.

“Then, let me tell you about the surgery plan for Assemblyman Onodera’s grandson.”