The Inspector Is Getting Promoted! [EN]: Chapter 240

“Choi Gyu-hyun, resign!”

“Resign! Resign!”

A multitude of people held candles high above their heads, shouting powerfully.

“Choi Gyu-hyun, step down!”

“Step down! Step down!”

The shouts of 500,000 citizens united as one stirred something deep within my chest.

Frankly, with the press being suppressed and our investigated content continually buried, I was worried that things would go exactly as Choi Gyu-hyun intended.

However, thanks to many journalists who demonstrated the spirit of the press, along with PD [Production Director] Song Jae-hoon and reporter Park Su-hyung taking the lead, we were able to reveal the truth to the public.

Of course, I was also present at the candlelight vigil.

As a public official, I am unable to attend such rallies due to the duty of political neutrality.

I am currently suspended from my position by Choi Gyu-hyun.

Thanks to that, I was able to participate in the rally with peace of mind.

Strictly speaking, suspension maintains the status of a public official, but no one would care.

In fact, even if someone raised an issue after the impeachment, the people would step forward to protect me.

I wasn’t the only prosecutor who came out to Gwanghwamun [a major public square in Seoul].

All the prosecutors and investigators who had been suspended from the Central District Prosecutors’ Office rushed out together, waving candles without exception.

Among all those people, the most reliable was Han Ji-yu.

She was holding my hand tightly, standing by my side.

“Huh?”

At that moment, Han Ji-yu tapped my arm and pointed to the stage in front.

“Isn’t that Gong Chan-dong up there?”

“Gong Chan-dong?”

“Yeah. He was a senior who was blacklisted when Choi Gyu-hyun took office.”

I know.

Choi Gyu-hyun operated a blacklist through the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism, preventing appearances not only in the broadcasting industry but also in the media itself.

In fact, not only Choi Gyu-hyun, but every regime has done so, but it was especially severe this time, making it obvious.

Gong Chan-dong volunteered to be the MC [Master of Ceremonies] and went up on stage.

“Citizens. Hoping that our wishes will be realized, and to urge Choi Gyu-hyun’s resignation…”

Gong Chan-dong revealed not only this incident but also the wrongdoings of the Choi Gyu-hyun regime, exposing the reality of the current regime to the public.

In addition, many of those who attended the candlelight vigil had prepared in various ways for an effective rally.

The most representative example is songs.

Those who are active as actual singers created all kinds of songs to pressure Choi Gyu-hyun, such as ‘Hayaga,’ which was a parody of ‘Hayeoga’ written by Taejong Yi Bang-won [a Joseon dynasty king], and ‘Hayasong,’ which was a parody of the famous song ‘Arari Mokdong.’

The voices of the people echoed late into the night.

The candles did not go out all night long.

***

The candlelight vigil demanding Choi Gyu-hyun’s resignation did not simply end as a one-time event.

Without stopping there, the number of people participating in the protest continued to increase rapidly.

Starting with 500,000 people at the first candlelight vigil on June 27, it mobilized a tremendous number of people: 550,000 at the second, 700,000 at the third, and 800,000 at the fourth.

“Fucking. Fucking. Fucking!”

Curses poured out of Choi Gyu-hyun’s mouth non-stop.

The President’s office where he was staying was beyond a mess; it was fair to call it a scene of carnage.

Unable to contain his anger, Choi Gyu-hyun threw documents, and even broke and damaged the furniture in his office, such as desks and sofas.

“You son of a bitch!”

Choi Gyu-hyun swung his golf club, uttering resentful curses.

Thanks to that, Park Jae-pil was lying on the floor covered in bruises.

In addition, his face was a mess.

His lips were chapped and torn, bleeding, and his eyelids were swollen blue, almost closing one eye.

The guy, on the verge of fainting, was just groaning.

“I brought you in to catch Choi Seo-jun, but did I bring you in to kill me? I brought in a guy who fell from prison to hell, and you’re creating this situation?”

His eyes looked like he would really kill someone if anyone touched him.

Park Jae-pil laughed, gasping for breath, and then opened his mouth with difficulty.

“It’s over.”

“What?”

“It’s all over. Why are you struggling so desperately to live?”

“Shut your mouth! Who caused this situation!”

Choi Gyu-hyun struck Park Jae-pil’s head with a golf club.

Eventually, the guy fainted on the spot.

Jeong Seung-min, who was watching this, could only kneel down in fear, unable to do anything.

However, Choi Gyu-hyun himself knew better than anyone else that no matter what he did in his office, the situation outside would not change.

“Damn it!”

He threw the golf club he was holding, put his hands on his waist, and took a deep breath.

Then, he turned to Jeong Seung-min, who was hiding in the corner.

“Bear.”

“Yes, yes. Mr. President!”

“In your opinion, what is the best option I can make here?”

Bear quickly racked his brains.

Thinking that he might die if he didn’t answer, one person came to his mind.

“How about negotiating with Choi Seo-jun?”

“Ha.”

Choi Gyu-hyun covered his face.

“Kuhahahahat.”

He laughed as if he had lost his mind.

“So, you’re telling me to go to that son of a bitch and bow my head and beg?”

All sorts of profanity poured out of his mouth, who had lost his reason.

“I’m sorry.”

Bear trembled and bowed his head.

Choi Gyu-hyun’s legs gave way and he slumped down on the sofa.

“…Damn it.”

In fact, he knew it too.

That he could never overcome this situation with his own power alone.

That the only solution to escape this crisis was to get help from Choi Seo-jun.

Silence fell in the office for a long time.

How long has it been?

“Seung-min.”

Choi Gyu-hyun opened his mouth quietly.

“If I step down like this, I’ll be branded as national garbage forever.”

“……”

“In your opinion, should I bow down to Choi Seo-jun here, or should I give up and step down?”

Jeong Seung-min couldn’t say anything.

If Choi Seo-jun forgives him in this situation, it is better to protect the Blue House [the executive office and official residence of the President of South Korea] no matter what he does.

Because the power of the president is so enormous and great.

However, they have already crossed the threshold.

Even if he kneels down and begs like a dog now, there is no way Choi Seo-jun will accept it.

“I know too. That there is no possibility.”

Choi Gyu-hyun closed his eyes as if he had given up.

“But I have to struggle.”

Even if it was ugly, filthy, and disgusting, if he could only keep this position, he had to pin his hopes on even a needle hole.

“Contact Choi Seo-jun. Tell him to meet me.”

“I understand.”

***

“I was wrong.”

President Choi Gyu-hyun bowed his head before even shaking hands.

And very politely at 90 degrees.

“I told you I didn’t want to meet.”

Chief of Staff Jeong Seung-min requested a meeting, but I firmly refused.

So now he comes to my house and acts like this.

Who would have expected that a person who is the president of a country would come to the house of an ordinary chief prosecutor and act so humble?

Even in front of the person he personally suspended from his position.

“Go back.”

I said firmly and opened the front door.

However, Choi Gyu-hyun grabbed my arm.

“Prosecutor Choi… no, Choi Seo-jun.”

“Shall I call the security guard?”

“Can’t we talk for a moment?”

He knelt down in the cold hallway and grabbed my pants.

Choi Gyu-hyun, the almighty who wielded power without knowing the height of the sky, is kneeling.

A burst of laughter made me close the front door and turn to him.

“What do you have to say?”

“Even if there was a brief bad relationship, weren’t we good?”

It’s not like we’re ex-lovers, what.

“It was really hard to get to this position. It’s even the president. There’s nowhere else to go. But suddenly impeachment. Isn’t it too harsh?”

He looked up at me with a pitiful expression.

“If you just save me, I’ll really live quietly like a dead mouse.”

I snorted without realizing it.

“I’ll promote you to Prosecutor General. Wasn’t that your goal?”

Choi Gyu-hyun said desperately, trembling.

“I’ll make you not only the Prosecutor General but also the Minister of Justice. No, I can even make you the Prime Minister if you want. Tell me anything. I can be your puppet.”

“Go back.”

When I shook off the hand holding my leg, he said urgently.

“Shall I take it off? I can take it off.”

He began to take off his top so roughly that the buttons were torn off.

“You can leave it as evidence that I will keep my promise. Take a picture if you want.”

He was moving as if he was about to take off not only his top but also his bottoms and even his underwear.

“Haa.”

I squatted down in front of him, letting out a deep sigh.

“Get a grip, you crazy bastard.”

With those words, I slapped Choi Gyu-hyun in the cheek.

His head turned and he stopped there.

“You’re finished.”

“……”

Choi Gyu-hyun seemed to have lost his mind and was frozen, keeping his mouth shut.

“You said you were at the pinnacle of Korea?”

I dusted off my hands and got up from my seat.

“The pain is maximized when you fall from the highest place.”

I turned away coldly.

“Just know that the heart of a parent who has lost a child is more painful than that.”

With those words, I turned my back on Choi Gyu-hyun and went into the house.

***

Unfortunately, drizzle was forecast for the 5th candlelight vigil.

Because of that, it was expected that there would be fewer people than the 800,000 people at the 4th candlelight vigil, but breaking all those experts’ predictions, about 1 million citizens participated in the protest.

There were even people chartering large buses from all over the country to come up to Seoul for the candlelight vigil, so you can tell the public opinion without saying more.

In addition, candlelight vigils were held not only in Gwanghwamun Square but also in metropolitan cities across the country.

The media broadcast all these scenes live, putting pressure on politicians.

However, Choi Gyu-hyun did not apologize to the public, nor did he respond in any way, and he endured.

In order to pass the impeachment motion in the National Assembly, more than two-thirds of the 300 members, or more than 200, must agree, so negotiations are continuing to attract a majority of the members of the Daehan Party [fictional political party].

Choi Gyu-hyun was holding on and stalling for time so that the Daehan Party members would not cross over to the Minguk Party [fictional political party].

Because the impeachment process was not proceeding quickly for these reasons, the activities of the National Assembly members seemed insufficient to the public, and even more citizens flocked to the rally to urge them to wake up.

As a result, at the 6th candlelight vigil, a whopping 1.5 million people participated in the protest in Gwanghwamun Square in Seoul alone, and 600,000 people participated in the protest in the provinces, gathering a total of 2.1 million people.

The National Assembly members of the Daehan Party also realized that enduring was not the answer to survive.

And on August 5, 2026, three days before the 7th candlelight vigil.

Finally, the impeachment motion against the president was introduced in the National Assembly.