The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 187

#187

The gunshot echoed, sending a jolt through everyone present.

People instinctively dove for the floor.

The Haesong lawyers, along with the judges and prosecutors complicit in their schemes, were visibly shaken by the sudden, sharp sound.

Huddled low, they pressed themselves against the ground, seeking cover.

Those who had been passively observing, without any direct involvement, were the quickest to react to the threatening noise.

So much for their impartiality. Full of hypocrisy.

Amidst the ensuing chaos, Jeong-hoon spoke into the receiver in his ear, relaying instructions to Cha Young-mi.

“Emergency situation. Ready the helicopter. And alert Shinhwa Hospital to prepare for emergency surgery.”

“Yes, sir.”

He moved towards the two men who had been hit.

Blood poured out with each ragged breath Park Hyun-chul took, staining the floor crimson.

Kang Cheol-joong, in a panic, clutched at his blood-soaked stomach with both hands.

But the dark red blood continued to seep between his fingers, defying Cheol-joong’s desperate attempts to staunch the flow.

His teeth chattered, a physical manifestation of the rising anger that churned within him.

The realization that the actions of those who professed to uphold the law and dispense justice were nothing more than a carefully constructed trap was infuriating.

He couldn’t let it go unanswered.

Jeong-hoon surveyed the scene, his gaze sweeping over those who remained prostrate on the floor, trembling with fear.

“Ji Seok-hyun, former Chief Justice of the Constitutional Court; Woo Byung-soo, former Chief Judge of the High Court; Bong Hyun, former Deputy Chief Prosecutor; Dan Ho-cheol, former Prosecutor General; Choo Han-gil, former Supreme Court Justice…”

He called out the names of those who were burying their heads in shame, like ostriches attempting to hide from danger.

They cautiously raised their heads, peering up at Jeong-hoon.

But the sight of the gun pointed in their direction sent them scrambling back down, their eyes squeezed shut in terror.

Their faces were etched with fear and a primal instinct for self-preservation.

Not a trace of the integrity one would expect from scholars; just a collection of corrupt individuals.

‘These bastards held this country in their hands and shook it like a rag doll…’

It was utterly appalling.

“You bastards, you’re worse than dogs. I will make sure you can never show your faces in this country again. You can look forward to that.”

He turned his attention to Ha In-sun, who was glaring at him with murderous intent.

Jeong-hoon leveled his gun at her face.

“I want to wipe you all out, but I’ll hold back… for now.”

There’s no time to waste.

Seeing the sheer volume of blood gushing from Park Hyun-chul’s body, it was a miracle he was still alive.

He had to get him to the hospital, and fast.

Jeong-hoon used his gun to keep the approaching enemies at bay.

“To the roof!”

He suppressed their advance with gunfire, ensuring his group could move upwards first.

Kang Cheol-joong, with a grunt of effort, lifted Park Hyun-chul and headed for the emergency stairs.

He brandished his own weapon, deterring those who were baring their teeth at him.

Finally, he reached the emergency stairs and slammed the door shut, locking it securely.

When they reached the roof, the helicopter was already waiting, its rotors churning.

The helicopter roared to life and lifted off, turning towards Shinhwa Hospital.

***

A nurse, already prepped for emergency surgery, rushed outside, her voice filled with urgency.

“Park Hyun-chul’s guardian!”

Most of her surgical gown was already speckled with blood.

“Yes, that’s me.”

Jeong-hoon stepped forward.

“Do you know Park Hyun-chul’s blood type? We need to transfuse him immediately.”

“Blood type?”

Jeong-hoon realized he didn’t know. He’d have to check with Da-hye.

He frantically searched his pockets for his phone, but it was gone.

“A. Rh-negative.”

Kang Cheol-joong, who was sitting hunched over in a chair, spoke the words with his head bowed.

“Yes? Uh…”

The nurse’s eyes widened, and her face paled visibly.

“What are we going to do… he’s in critical condition… just a moment!”

A doctor, his surgical gown also stained with blood, emerged from the hospital, his expression troubled.

He hesitated, looking uncertain.

“He’s lost a tremendous amount of blood. It looks like more than a liter already, and frankly, even if we transfuse him now, we can’t guarantee his survival. But if his blood type is Rh-negative…”

His brow furrowed deeply. He removed his surgical cap, a gesture of frustration.

He looked at Jeong-hoon with a pitying expression, then slowly lowered his head.

“In this situation, there’s nothing more we can do. I’m sorry, Chairman! You should prepare yourself.”

“Hoo.”

Jeong-hoon could hear the doctor’s sigh, heavy with resignation.

Rh-negative blood type. A rare blood type.

But.

Jeong-hoon knew something the doctor didn’t.

There was someone else here who also had Rh-negative blood.

He is blood type O [universal donor].

Blood that can be given to anyone.

He turned his head to look at him.

Would he be willing to share his blood?

To his enemy?

Kang Cheol-joong, who had been sitting in the chair with his head bowed, slowly stood up.

“I’m Rh-negative O. I’ll donate blood. Please… save him. I beg you.”

Everyone visibly relaxed at Kang Cheol-joong’s words.

But the doctor’s expression remained grave.

“The patient has lost too much blood. If we draw as much blood as the patient needs, the donor’s life may be in danger.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

A calm voice, his face set with firm determination.

Jeong-hoon suddenly remembered something.

“Hyung [older brother/close male friend], what’s your father’s blood type?”

“That’s right, my father is also Rh-negative O. But…”

Kang Cheol-joong hesitated.

Why?

Jeong-hoon was puzzled by Kang Cheol-joong’s hesitation, but he soon understood the reason.

Park Hyun-chul, the man who had tried to kill Kang Do-hyun.

From his perspective, he was an enemy.

But he had to give blood to save him.

He seemed to think that at least Kang Do-hyun’s permission was needed.

“It’s okay.”

A familiar woman’s voice came from behind Jeong-hoon.

“I am Kang Do-hyun’s guardian. He will also agree to the blood donation.”

Everyone turned their heads.

The woman who had been nursing Kang Do-hyun was standing there.

“Mom!”

Seeing Cheol-joong’s appearance, she approached her son with a worried expression.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She looked at Kang Cheol-joong’s disheveled appearance with concern.

“Uh, it’s nothing. But, will Dad… allow it?”

“He will allow it. I didn’t tell you because he told me not to, but Mr. Park Hyun-chul has been coming every week to take care of Dad. And forgiveness or whatever is Dad’s responsibility. So Dad has to live anyway.”

He nodded at her words.

“Isn’t two people enough?”

“Ha, how can such a miracle happen! It’s enough.”

It was a voice full of conviction.

He could see hope in him that he could save the dying patient.

At the doctor’s words, Jeong-hoon also bowed his head and asked.

“Please… I beg you.”

“Yes, Chairman. We will do our best. Shinhwa Hospital’s best doctors are on standby. If it’s a doctor here, we will definitely save him.”

Even though he was a doctor who didn’t use definite expressions, he pledged to Jeong-hoon.

It seemed like he wanted to save him that much.

A situation that would be impossible without divine luck, he had to save him no matter what.

He turned around and hurriedly entered the operating room.

Jeong-hoon looked at Kang Cheol-joong, who was sitting in his seat.

He had a complicated expression.

He remembered his words that he had habitually said since long ago.

‘My blood is damn expensive, you bastard!’

Indeed, his blood was expensive.

Blood that saved a person’s life.

Jeong-hoon approached Cheol-joong and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“Hyung?”

“…Yeah, the situation has become like this. Now I have to decide.”

“Are you forgiving him now?”

He nodded.

“Minister Jang, he was a good person. And now we’re going to share blood. We’re sharing blood, there’s no need to resent him anymore.”

After saying that, Kang Cheol-joong followed the nurse and disappeared inside to donate blood.

An existence that he could neither hate nor not hate.

Kang Cheol-joong’s back, who had been tormented by agony, looked comfortable.

Jeong-hoon looked at the tightly closed operating room.

And he made a decision.

He found the phone hidden between the chairs and made a call.

“It’s me. Upload it to YouTube.”

“Really? I was itching to do it anyway, I’ll upload it right now. Chairman.”

It was Cha Young-mi’s excited voice, who loved to stir things up.

***

The internet was buzzing as if a riot had broken out.

The evidence of corruption involving lawyers, prosecutors, and judges was uploaded to YouTube.

Furious people spread the related content everywhere.

It was far more detailed and specific than the previous leaks.

Coincidentally, Shinhwa Group was running a KakaoTalk [popular South Korean messaging app] event.

‘Article Sharing Project.’

An event that rewarded users with 500 won [South Korean currency, approximately $0.40 USD] for sharing an internet article with a friend.

500 won for a few clicks.

Everyone jumped at the opportunity.

As the article exposing the corruption of legal professionals gained massive traction, other media companies that had previously turned a blind eye could no longer afford to remain silent.

Traffic is money.

They couldn’t simply stand by and watch others reap all the rewards.

They also hurriedly published their own special reports.

A catastrophe that had occurred less than a year after the new government took office.

The new government couldn’t afford to be on the defensive from the very beginning.

They decided to seize the initiative.

The government wanted to block YouTube, but it was impossible because the server was located in the United States.

The emergence of a medium that was not controlled by their own hands.

They urgently reviewed various measures, but there was almost nothing they could do.

All they could do was resort to silence and denial.

They didn’t budge, even in the face of the corruption uploaded to YouTube.

They only talked about not being able to identify the suspects.

They insisted it wasn’t even when their faces were clearly visible on the screen.

They downplayed it as the work of subversive elements filled with dissatisfaction with the new government.

So much so that the Netizen Investigation Unit [online vigilantes] stepped in to identify the individuals involved.

And they posted their names on the internet.

Then, the police quickly filed charges against the netizens for defamation.

They requested an arrest warrant for the defamation case and specified the charges as anti-state criminals.

They mobilized all the forces they could, including the police intelligence department, the National Intelligence Service [South Korea’s primary intelligence agency], and the Defense Security Command [military intelligence agency].

Jeong-hoon handed over the recordings related to Star Group’s slush funds to Assemblyman [member of the National Assembly] Jo Young-jin.

It contained the real names of the people who received bribes.

Jo Young-jin was so confident that he was arrogant.

He was certain that if a member of the National Assembly announced it, they would have no choice but to investigate.

Assemblyman Jo Young-jin announced the real names of the prosecutors and judges who received bribes from Star Group in front of reporters.

When the real names of 10 legal professionals were revealed, citizens were furious.

The prosecution, which could not stand still, finally moved.

The prosecution indicted Assemblyman Jo Young-jin on charges of defamation and violation of the Protection of Communications Secrets Act.

The investigation, which had been conducted without detention, was suddenly switched to a custodial investigation.

The prosecution requested the National Assembly to approve the arrest of Assemblyman Jo Young-jin, and the motion was unexpectedly passed in a situation where the ruling party had more than a majority of the members.

It was absurd.

And he was grateful to them.

“Ha, I didn’t know it would be this much.”

Jeong-hoon was even afraid of their faces, which were harder than iron plates.

“In the end, it means it won’t work through public opinion, right?”

“It seems so. You need to show your power.”

“It’s time to reveal it now.”

Jeong-hoon’s phone rang.

It was Da-hye.

“Da-hye, what’s up?”

“There’s a commotion in front of our office.”

“In Seocho-dong [district in Seoul known for its courthouses and legal offices]?”

“People are gathering, and Seocho-daero [major street in Seocho-dong] is paralyzed now.”

“Huh?”

“I think it’s because of Assemblyman Jo Young-jin’s arrest. They arrested the person who exposed the crime, not the person who committed it.”

“And even the ruling party members became accomplices.”

Jeong-hoon finished Da-hye’s sentence.

“Yes, so the people finally exploded. Wait a minute, is it on TV?”

Cha Young-mi, who heard Jeong-hoon’s words, turned on the TV with the remote control.

The news screen showed people filling Seocho-daero.

People who had been expressing their anger with keyboards in the cyber world came out of their homes.

From the government’s point of view, they would have seen them as people who were led out by the instigation of subversive elements.

Not to Jeong-hoon.

It was a powerful force that would support what he was about to do.

“Da-hye, see you later. I have something urgent to do now.”

“Okay.”

The bastards who had been hiding like moles and secretly concealing themselves finally revealed their faces.

They demoted Kang Cheol-joong, and arrested Jo Young-jin.

He finally got his chance.

Jeong-hoon called Kim Man-ho, who was the chairman of Mirae Financial Group.

“Uncle, it’s me.”

“Yes, Young Master!”

“Are you doing well?”

“I’m doing well, but the situation is chaotic. Those guys are really persistent.”

“I guess so, they won’t easily let go of the power they have.”

“Is that right? From the way you called, are you thinking of starting now?”

“Yes. It seems like now is the time.”

A moment of silence flowed, and then his voice was heard again.

“…I understand.”

He hung up the phone.

Jeong-hoon briefly organized his thoughts.

And he picked up the key on the desk.

“Where are you going?”

“To the Prosecutor’s Office.”

“Then I’ll start too, Chairman. Now I’ll be able to tear Cheon Seong-han to shreds soon.”

“Yes, it won’t be long now.”

Jeong-hoon nodded and looked at her.

She bit her lip so hard that it bled.

Her eyes sparkled coldly.

She seemed to sense that the moment of revenge she had been waiting for was not far away.

Cash King’s Genius Grandson, Becoming a Tycoon.