The Inspector Is Getting Promoted! [EN]: Chapter 292

Prosecutor, You’re Going Places! -292

Empty House Raiding (7)

Chief Prosecutor Kim Gu-bon’s pupils began to tremble violently.

“W-What did you say?”

“I guess you’re getting old and hard of hearing. But seeing is believing, right?”

I took out the official promotion order to Deputy Chief Prosecutor from my inner pocket and showed it to him.

After reading it for a while, Chief Prosecutor Kim Gu-bon’s hands, which were holding the official document, began to tremble.

“T-This, what is this… Is this a forgery?”

“Come on, what era are we living in? Forgery? That’s a bit harsh.”

I chuckled and said.

“The vacant position of Deputy Chief Prosecutor Min Ho-sun. Proposed by Minister of Justice Park Chang-shik. And the appointment by the Prime Minister, who is acting on behalf of President Sung Tae-hyun, who is on a business trip to England.”

I shrugged my shoulders and asked.

“Is there anything here that deviates from the procedure? I don’t think so.”

He raised his voice, veins popping out of his neck.

“Do you think the President will just stand by and watch?”

“What’s he going to do if he doesn’t?”

I hardened my expression and took a step towards him.

“You’re finished too.”

“Y-You son of a bitch!”

“Take off your clothes before you get kicked out. It’ll be better for you.”

“Do you think I’ve come this far to be intimidated by you? I am the Chief Prosecutor, the head of the prosecution!”

“Yes, you are the Chief Prosecutor. But.”

I answered without hesitation.

“If you tremble like that, it’s obvious that you’re scared of me, isn’t it?”

“…….”

I pointed to the phone on his desk and gestured with my chin.

“Go ahead and tell the President. Tell him Choi Seo-jun has arrived at the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office.”

***

“What?”

Sung Tae-hyun’s eyes widened.

“What the hell are you talking about…”

He tried to raise his voice but realized where he was and firmly shut his mouth.

British Prime Minister Rachel May was sitting across from Sung Tae-hyun.

Because it was such a shocking matter, Chief of Staff Gong Jae-won urgently came in to inform him even during the meeting, but there was nothing Sung Tae-hyun could do here.

“Has something happened?”

At the British Prime Minister’s question, Sung Tae-hyun managed his expression and smiled.

“No, it’s just a slightly embarrassing incident that happened domestically.”

Under the table, his arm trembled with anger.

“Shall we pause the meeting for a moment then?”

However, Sung Tae-hyun gritted his teeth and continued to speak calmly.

Having someone else enter during the meeting was a great discourtesy, and leaving would be the same as overturning the negotiation table.

“It’s nothing. Let’s continue our discussion. We were talking about tariffs on steel, right?”

“Yes. In the last FTA [Free Trade Agreement], our side lowered tariffs on automobiles, but…”

The meeting continued for a long time.

However, Sung Tae-hyun couldn’t concentrate on the meeting.

His mind was full of thoughts about Choi Seo-jun.

He couldn’t imagine how the situation had turned out like this.

After a few hours, Sung Tae-hyun barely managed to agree to a revised FTA agreement amidst the confusion and left the meeting place.

Then, he immediately asked Chief of Staff Gong Jae-won in a sharp voice.

“What the hell happened? Is this even possible?”

“It seems the Prime Minister has colluded with Choi Seo-jun.”

Sung Tae-hyun was startled and stopped in his tracks.

“Prime Minister Park Hyung-tae?”

“Yes. Deputy Chief Prosecutor Min Ho-sun resigned, and Minister of Justice Park Chang-shik proposed Choi Seo-jun’s appointment to that position. Prime Minister Park Hyung-tae seems to have accepted it immediately. The approval stamp has already been stamped and sent out as an official document.”

“…What kind of bullshit is this?”

Sung Tae-hyun’s mind became dizzy beyond confusion.

“There’s no one in the world you can trust…”

He had firmly believed that Prime Minister Park Hyung-tae, as well as Minister of Justice Park Chang-shik, were his people.

But appointing Choi Seo-jun as Deputy Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office was no different from betraying Sung Tae-hyun.

“Why the hell?”

The President of the Republic of Korea is Sung Tae-hyun, himself.

But to betray him and side with a mere prosecutor?

This was something Sung Tae-hyun couldn’t understand.

“They’re not stupid enough not to know that I gave them those positions, are they?”

“Yes, but… I don’t know the details either.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

Sung Tae-hyun couldn’t hold back his anger and lashed out.

“What the hell have you been doing as Chief of Staff if you can’t even figure that out!”

“I-I’m sorry.”

Sung Tae-hyun began to feel an ominous aura all over his body.

The fact that Choi Seo-jun had started to move so aggressively.

And that he had even persuaded his own people to act meant that he had found something on Sung Tae-hyun himself.

“I need to leave the country right now. Prepare the private jet.”

His voice was noticeably prickly.

He was ready to fly to Korea right away, confront the Prime Minister and the Minister of Justice, and slap them across the face.

However, not everything went as Sung Tae-hyun wanted.

“That might be a little difficult.”

“Why!”

Sung Tae-hyun shouted, pointing out the window.

“It’s not like the private jet can’t take off in this kind of weather!”

Chief of Staff Gong Jae-won continued with a troubled expression.

“It seems the British Prime Minister’s side has already arranged accommodations, so refusing and flying away would be a major diplomatic discourtesy…”

“Damn it!”

Sung Tae-hyun knew it too.

It was impossible to suddenly leave from here.

Unless a major external incident had occurred, going back because of an internal political dispute?

It would be an international disgrace, and it would undermine his credibility, potentially causing problems with the revised FTA agreement that had just been concluded.

But spending another day in England was frustrating and infuriating, making it impossible to stay still.

He was sure he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly due to the rising anger and would spend the night wide awake.

He was stuck in a situation where he couldn’t do either.

“Choi Seo-jun, you son of a bitch.”

Sung Tae-hyun began to grind his teeth.

“I think I’ll have to settle this when I get back.”

A murderous intent began to settle in his eyes.

“Contact Sung Jin-hyun. Tell him to move right now.”

“Understood.”

***

“Hey, you bad guy.”

Song Hyun-sung, who came to the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office, sighed as he looked at me.

“You’re a real son of a bitch.”

I chuckled and asked.

“Why am I?”

“If you suddenly go to the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office like that, what am I supposed to do?”

Song Hyun-sung let out a hollow laugh.

“What you said about bringing me to the High Prosecutors’ Office to make me work was true.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you remember when I was the Deputy Chief Prosecutor at the Western District Prosecutors’ Office?”

“…Ah!”

I burst out laughing at those words.

“Don’t you remember when Park Jae-pil was fired back then, and I had to work my ass off to fill the vacant position of the Western District Prosecutor? But this time, you suddenly vacated the High Prosecutor position and dumped all the work on me?”

As I moved to the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office, all the work of the Seoul High Prosecutor, which had become vacant, was dumped on Song Hyun-sung, the Deputy Chief Prosecutor.

In other words, a workload bomb had dropped on him.

“Hahahaha. They say having a lot of work is a good thing.”

“You’re the one who dumped it on me.”

Song Hyun-sung gave a sarcastic smile as if he was dumbfounded.

“You’re a real gangster.”

“Can’t you take it as a compliment?”

He shook his head in disbelief.

He sighed deeply and sat down on the sofa.

“So, what the hell is going on? Are you ready to take down Sung Tae-hyun?”

“Well, something like that.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.

“You should be thanking me too.”

“Why?”

“Because you’ll be promoted to High Prosecutor soon.”

“…Really?”

His eyes widened.

“Yeah. If I become the Chief Prosecutor soon, the High Prosecutor position is yours.”

“You promised?”

“Of course, man. Have you ever seen me go back on my word?”

Only then did Song Hyun-sung lean back on the sofa.

“Well, that makes me feel a little better.”

“I’m not making you work for nothing. I’m letting you adapt to the High Prosecutor’s work in advance…”

“It’s really tough. This morning, the Inspection Department and the Public Prosecution Department suddenly brought me a flood of documents to approve… Wow, I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

“Just suffer a little more.”

He gave a helpless laugh and asked.

“So, is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, there is one thing.”

“What is it?”

“You know Prosecutor Sung Jin-hyun, right?”

“How could I not know him? Isn’t he Sung Tae-hyun’s cousin? I think he’s at the Northern District Prosecutors’ Office right now.”

“That’s right. I’m working on something through him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He’s conducting civilian surveillance.”

“Civilian surveillance?”

Song Hyun-sung leaned towards me as if he was intrigued.

“Did Sung Tae-hyun order it?”

“No, I did.”

His brow furrowed.

“Why the hell?”

“But I made it look like Sung Tae-hyun ordered it.”

Song Hyun-sung clicked his tongue.

“…You’re a really amazing bastard.”

I chuckled and said.

“So, send him to the Inspection Department right away and grill him today. Sung Tae-hyun still has a few hours before he returns to Korea.”

“Okay. But looking at this, it seems you didn’t call me because you felt sorry for making me work so much, but because you wanted to make me work?”

“I’m promoting you to High Prosecutor in a few months, man.”

“I’m really putting up with it because of that.”

He got up from his seat and said to me.

“I’ll bring you Sung Jin-hyun’s head, so just wait a little longer.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He glared at the coffee cup on the table and spoke solemnly and confidently, as if possessed by Guan Yu from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms [a famous historical figure known for his loyalty and bravery].

“I’ll be back before that coffee gets cold.”

Then he walked out of the office with a dignified air.

I muttered to myself as I watched his back.

“…It’s iced coffee, you idiot.”

***

It was late at night, well past midnight, when Sung Tae-hyun returned to Korea.

By the time he arrived at the Blue House [the executive office and official residence of the South Korean president], it was past 2 a.m.

As much as he wanted to take down Choi Seo-jun right now, everyone was asleep, and it was the weekend, so he had to wait until morning.

Moreover, he hadn’t properly adjusted to the time difference after completing a short overseas schedule, and he hadn’t slept properly last night due to his anger towards Choi Seo-jun, so he was also very mentally exhausted.

He couldn’t think of anything but getting some rest.

He went to his office with the intention of organizing the documents he had signed in England and heading to the bedroom.

But when he opened the door, a black silhouette caught Sung Tae-hyun’s eye.

He frowned and asked.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Mr. President.”

A familiar voice.

When the light came on, Kim Nana’s figure came into Sung Tae-hyun’s view.

“How did you get into the office?”

“I asked Chief of Staff Gong Jae-won and got permission in advance. I heard you had something frustrating happen? I’m here to relieve it…”

As if to prove those words, Jennifer was wearing a revealing outfit.

However, Sung Tae-hyun shook his head.

“I’m already in a very bad mood, so let’s skip it today.”

“No, Mr. President.”

Kim Nana gently approached Sung Tae-hyun like comforting a child and stroked his thigh.

“I heard that on days like this, you should rather put your energy into your body and blow away your thoughts to clear your mind.”

She threw off the see-through she was wearing and clung to Sung Tae-hyun.

A dress that you wouldn’t normally see in the Blue House.

It was natural for him to have a physical reaction.

And her words seemed to make some sense.

Since the anger towards Choi Seo-jun was constantly rising in his head, he thought that forgetting it and then thinking about it again would allow him to make a more rational judgment.

Kim Nana naturally unbuttoned Sung Tae-hyun’s shirt.

Sung Tae-hyun’s eyes flashed.

“Get ready to die today.”

He grabbed Kim Nana’s waist.

***

Meanwhile, at that time.

Han Ji-soo, who was sleeping, woke up to a mysterious phone call.

A call with no caller ID.

But the other person didn’t say anything over the receiver.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, thinking it was nothing serious.

A text message arrived from an anonymous number again.

-Sender: X

-Go to the office right now. You’ll be able to find out the secret the President is hiding from his wife.

She felt an inexplicable ominous feeling.

She felt like she had to check it out.

In the end, Han Ji-soo headed to the President’s office wearing only her pajamas and a cardigan.

The President’s office was so soundproof that no sound leaked from the inside.

Therefore, she had no idea what was happening inside as she grabbed the door of the office.

And the moment she pushed the door open.

A shocking sight unfolded.

In the brightly lit office, her husband was intertwined with a Pilates instructor.

Without a single thread of clothing on, very intensely.

Han Ji-soo couldn’t overcome the shock and dropped the phone she was holding, and before she knew it, she shouted.

“…Honey!”

At the sudden sound, Sung Tae-hyun and Kim Nana’s gazes turned to Han Ji-soo, and the three’s gazes collided in the air.

Kim Nana was startled and froze, but in fact, she wasn’t flustered at all.

Kim Nana was the one who sent the mysterious phone call and text message, so she had expected Han Ji-soo to come.

Kim Nana smiled inwardly.

‘Mission clear.’