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Chapter 668: Prosecutor 536_2

Chapter 668: Prosecutor 536_2

"Hahaha..."

An Zairong burst into laughter.

"Thank you for the reminder, Inspector Che, but there is no need for you to worry about that issue. We are all law-abiding, good citizens. What is there to fear? I would also like to remind Prosecutor An that with so many people you’ve arrested, it is impossible to guarantee that none harbor resentment. Inspector Che, you should take more caution in your daily life. It would be better for you to be like me and have more people with you when you go out. If something were to happen to someone as righteous and capable as Inspector Che, it would be a significant loss for our entire Republic of Korea."

"Are you threatening a public official? Right in front of the courthouse?!"

Before Che Changmin could speak, a subordinate, a clerk who had just joined, couldn’t hold back his impatience and glared at the rude An Zairong.

"What’s your name?"

An Zairong turned slightly, and with just a look, he sent a chill down the spine of the young man new to the judicial field, making him feel as if he were being watched by a venomous snake, uncontrollably afraid to respond.

An Zairong smiled.

"Prosecutor An, it seems your subordinates still lack training. With such level of comprehension, it’s easy to mistakenly treat the good as the bad."

Che Changmin remained silent.

An Zairong did not continue to press and turned around, bowing slightly, "Miss Lan."

Lan Peizhi seemed to pay no attention to the verbal confrontation and stepped up the stairs.

"Let’s go. Don’t delay the judge’s court time."

An Zairong chuckled lightly, with a calm and composed step, he followed.

Dozens of men in black followed closely behind.

"These people are just too arrogant!"

After they had left, the prosecutors, who held public authority, dared to express their outrage.

Che Changmin, neither angry nor perturbed, with an expression as calm as a lake, silently turned and ascended the steps.

"Mr. Jiang, let’s go in as well."

Jiang Chen nodded upon witnessing both groups enter the courthouse and pushed the door open to get out of his car.

Without greeting Lan Peizhi or even notifying her, Jiang Chen and Gao Zhengbi entered the courtroom and deliberately found a secluded corner at the back to sit down quietly.

However, since the viewing gallery didn’t include "random bystanders," their presence was inevitably noticed.

An Zairong looked back and smiled, then turned his head and said something to Lan Peizhi, who was sitting beside him.

Lan Peizhi then turned her head back.

Jiang Chen didn’t dodge, he calmly nodded at her.

Lan Peizhi quickly turned her head back around, showing no reaction.

Che Changmin sat with his subordinates on the other side, the scene resembling two university classes sharing one lecture hall.

Between the two groups, an empty "buffer zone" naturally formed, vividly delineating the divide between good and evil, light and darkness.

About three minutes later, the judge entered.

Everyone stood up in unison, including Lan Peizhi, in a show of basic respect for the Korean judiciary.

Subsequently, handcuffed individuals were escorted into the courtroom by expressionless bailiffs.

It was obvious.

The defendant on trial today did not appear to be Lan Peizhi.

The trial officially began.

As the trial progressed, Jiang Chen gradually learned who the main defendant was today.

It was the man sitting in the central "C seat" with a knife scar on the back of his neck.

"Zou Kezhao, the prosecution accuses you of smuggling, intentional injury, violently resisting arrest, engaging in organized crime... Do you admit to these charges?"

"I do not admit."

This Zou Kezhao was a Shenzhou national. Even sitting in the defendant’s seat, in handcuffs and shackles, he was quite composed, calm, and indifferent.

"You were caught red-handed. What excuse do you have? The crew members, including the captain, all testified that they transported the cargo under your orders."

"I don’t know anything. I was just here in Korea for tourism..."

"Stop making excuses. You came to Korea to commit crimes, thinking we can’t do anything about you?"

The prosecutor spoke passionately, "Your only chance now is to tell everything you know. Who else is behind you? Who is your superior? Who are the other members of your organization? This is your only opportunity to lessen your sentence."

"I haven’t done anything."

Zou Kezhao maintained a simple attitude, feigning ignorance to all questions.

"Alright, you deny it, huh."

Seeing this, the prosecution shifted their focus and questioned the other defendants, "Was it Zou Kezhao who ordered you to load that cargo onto the ship? And this wasn’t the first time, was it?"

"No, we were just following the company’s orders. We had no idea the cargo was smuggled goods."

The other defendants unanimously turned against the narrative, catching the prosecuting attorneys off guard.

An Zairong revealed a slight smile.

Che Changmin remained unfazed, calm and collected.

"Your Honor, I request to summon other witnesses."

"Granted."

For every crafty move, there is a countermove even cleverer.

The prosecution quickly regained its composure, knowing that if they dared to file a lawsuit, they must be prepared with backup.

Due to the need to summon other witnesses momentarily, the court was adjourned.

As Zou Kezhao and the other defendants were being led out of the courtroom, he looked at Lan Peizhi.

"Miss Lan, he must be a rather good friend of yours, right?"

Che Changmin approached Lan Peizhi.

"I’m sorry, but he probably won’t be able to leave Korea now."

"Is that so?"

Lan Peizhi’s expression was indifferent. Before Che Changmin could speak, she had already brushed past him.

In the corridor.

Jiang Chen watched the woman walking toward him.

"The prosecution seems quite confident."

"Mr. Jiang, you can rest assured, there won’t be any problems."

A mysterious smile crossed An Zairong’s face, following closely by Lan Peizhi’s side.

"Prosecutor Che, it’s terrible, Li Xianzhong has disappeared."

One of his subordinates reported to Che Changmin in a flurry.

Che Changmin’s brows furrowed, but as a seasoned man of the world, he wasn’t flustered.

"It’s fine, we have other witnesses."

Someone hurried over.

"Prosecutor Che, we just received news that Park Junghek committed suicide at home."

Che Changmin’s expression shifted slightly, and he said gravely, "Didn’t I say to have someone protect him?"

"Our people were always outside the door; who knew that he would commit suicide."

As an experienced prosecutor, Che Changmin certainly understood that something was amiss, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on these matters. There was only half an hour left in the recess, and if no other witness appeared in court to testify within that time, the outlook for today’s trial was not good.

"Get in touch with Team C immediately..."

Che Changmin had not finished speaking when the young man who had scolded An Zairong earlier came running over.

"Prosecutor Che, there’s a call from the police department..."

He paused halfway through his report.

Che Changmin felt an ominous premonition and couldn’t help but express a trace of urgency in his tone.

"Go on!"

"The police department said there was an accidental car accident at eight in the morning. A Hyundai car fell into the Han River, and the person inside was a colleague from Team C..."

"What?!"

"What happened? Is the person alright?"

Someone grabbed his shoulder.

The young man stammered, "The police department said the car has been recovered, and everyone in it has perished."

Che Changmin’s face suddenly darkened, his expression turning incredibly grim.

"What about the witness they were in charge of?"

His elite status in the prosecutorial system was showing; he didn’t dwell on the loss of his colleagues.

The young man hesitated to speak, finally saying grimly, "The police department said there was another person in the car named Li Xingyu."

Che Changmin’s pupils dilated dramatically.

One piece of bad news followed another.

It meant.

The tainted witnesses he had meticulously prepared were now all wiped out.

"Prosecutor Che, what’s wrong? You look pale. Are you feeling unwell? If you’re not feeling well, you should see a doctor. Your health is important."

An Zairong’s voice came down the hallway.

Che Changmin turned his head, looking towards Lan Peizhi and her party, "Clever tactics."

Lan Peizhi didn’t even glance at him.

An Zairong smiled faintly.

"Prosecutor Che, when will your prepared witness arrive? Don’t keep the judge waiting too long."

Che Changmin clenched his fist but didn’t respond, turning away towards another direction.

His subordinates hurriedly followed.

"Miss Lan, everything is taken care of."

An Zairong withdrew his gaze.

Jiang Chen gave him a look.

An Zairong returned the smile and continued to Lan Peizhi, "Do we need to take care of this Mr. Che..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

"There are over a thousand prosecutors in Korea; if they all could be eliminated, then he’d be resolved."

"..."

An Zairong fell silent.

"This is up to you now."

"Yes."

Lan Peizhi turned away.

Jiang Chen quickly followed.