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Chapter 670 - 537 A thousand years in a dark room, one lamp then brings light_2

Chapter 670: 537 A thousand years in a dark room, one lamp then brings light_2

Jiang Chen leaned back, resting on the sofa.

"Miss Lan will certainly find a way, no need for us to worry."

Gao Zhengbi nodded.

"That’s right."

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Outside the courthouse.

Che Changmin, with a grim expression, led several subordinates down the steps quickly to his car. As he was about to open the door to get in, he suddenly noticed through the car window that there was someone inside.

"What do you think you’re doing?"

The subordinates shouted at the person inside the car.

An Zairong, who had gotten into the car somehow, lowered the window with a leisurely expression, ignoring the tense subordinates.

"Prosecutor Che, may I have a word?"

Che Changmin was silent, then said to the subordinates, "You take the other car and wait for me inside."

After speaking, he opened the car door and got in.

The subordinates exchanged looks and could only follow the order.

Che Changmin, now seated in the car, glanced at his watch, "I have official duties to attend to and not much time."

"Rest assured, Prosecutor Che. I know your time is precious. Don’t worry, I only have a few words to say."

An Zairong smiled, "Prosecutor Che, we’re old friends by now, so there’s no need for beating around the bush. What will it take for you to let this go?"

Che Changmin’s face was as calm as a lake, "If that’s all you have to say, then there’s nothing worth talking about."

An Zairong’s smile remained unchanged.

"Prosecutor Che, I know you are very loyal to this profession, but the evil in this world can’t be completely eradicated. Where there is darkness, there will be light. It’s not something that can be changed by human force."

"Is Mr. An trying to give me a lesson in philosophy?"

"No. Of course not. I’m just saying, don’t be too earnest, Prosecutor Che. There are more than one prosecutor in Goryeo. Why not learn from them?"

Che Changmin finally showed a hint of a smile.

"Is Mr. An afraid?"

"Afraid?"

"Otherwise, why talk so much to me? There’s a saying in Shenzhou I find quite apt. ’The net of heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing through.’ Mr. An, I actually want to ask, can you really sleep soundly every night? Aren’t you ever awakened by nightmares?"

"Ha, I’ve always slept quite well. Are you saying this because you’re the one who can’t sleep, Prosecutor Che?"

An Zairong’s smile was warm, "Prosecutor Che, you’ve handled many admirable cases and achieved great accomplishments, but who knows how many people have been hurt or sacrificed because of this? The public doesn’t care about them; they only praise your glory and greatness. Just like those who sacrificed themselves today, they will not be remembered, they won’t even be cared about."

Che Changmin could no longer restrain himself, suddenly turned around with rapid breathing, and grabbed An Zairong by the collar.

"Don’t be too pleased with yourself; this isn’t over yet. You know I’ve never lost a case I’ve worked on, I will make you pay!"

An Zairong didn’t struggle, and even raised his hands cooperatively.

"Calm down, Prosecutor Che. This is in front of the courthouse. If someone sees this, it might affect your image."

Che Changmin glared at him fiercely, pursed his lips, and let go heavily.

An Zairong smiled as if nothing happened, and leisurely straightened his vivid red tie.

"Prosecutor Che, I’m well aware of your accomplishments, the bane of criminals, a messenger of justice. That’s why you should spend your time and energy where it’s needed more. Instead of wasting it, why not crack a few more cases, catch a few more criminals? Wouldn’t that be better?"

As he spoke.

An Zairong reached into his coat, not pulling out any weapon, but a check.

To be more precise.

It was a blank check.

"Take this, Prosecutor Che. You can fill in any number."

Looking at the check that was handed over, Che Changmin didn’t take it, and said coldly, "You know I could arrest you for bribing a public official right now?"

An Zairong grinned.

"Even if not for yourself, Prosecutor Che, you should think about those who have followed you these years. Some have been injured, some disabled, and that sympathy money from the government can’t maintain a decent living for them and their families. Right, and about the prosecutors who died in the line of duty today, they died for a good cause, but what about their parents, spouses, and children? How will they live?"

Che Changmin remained silent.

As a prosecutor, he certainly held significant power, but his actual income was not very high.

Of course.

This was under the premise of obeying and upholding the law.

Using power for personal gain was naturally another matter entirely.

"Prosecutor Che, I mean no offense, I just truly understand how difficult your job is and wanted to express my appreciation," said the other party.

It seemed as though he was under a spell as he looked at the blank check with no set limit. Che Changmin, in the end, slowly raised his hand and took the check.

An Zairong lowered his hand, his smile blossoming even more.

"Prosecutor Che, I believe your subordinates will be thankful..."

Before he could finish, a tearing sound interrupted the sentence.

Without hurry, Che Changmin, under the watchful eyes of An Zairong, gradually tore the check into shreds.

He rolled down the car window.

With a wave of his hand,

the torn pieces of paper were thrown out of the window, scattering in the wind.

An Zairong’s smile slowly faded away.

"Money, it’s really tempting, and many people can’t resist it, but I’m not interested. The day I decided to take the judicial examination, I never thought about how much money I wanted to make in this lifetime. On the contrary, the purpose of becoming a prosecutor is to put those who would stop at nothing for money behind bars," Che Changmin said.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

An Zairong, his face now devoid of any smile, started clapping.

"Well said. The moral realm of Prosecutor Che really shames others."

"An Zairong, I know exactly who you are, so you don’t need to play these tricks with me, wasting my time is meaningless," said Che Changmin sharply.

At this point, Che Changmin did not want to continue pretenses. The hostility and even loathing in his eyes were undisguised.

"I’ve caught many criminals, but never once have I wanted to bring someone to justice as much as I do now. You think money can comfort us? No, the best way to comfort us is to put those who should be in jail behind bars. Seeing you tried by the law would be the greatest consolation to those who have sacrificed, to their families. On that day, I will surely open a bottle of red wine and laugh heartily," declared Che Changmin.

"Hahaha..."

An Zairong let out a big laugh.

So did Che Changmin.

The common thread was that neither of their smiles held any warmth.

"You put it so well, I too am looking forward to that day," An Zairong said.

"It’s not far off. Let’s pretend this little incident never happened, but if there is a next time, don’t blame me for not being courteous," warned Che Changmin as he raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "It’s time."

An Zairong nodded.

"Then I won’t keep Prosecutor Che from his work any longer," he said.

He pushed open the car door, intending to leave, but as one foot stepped out, he turned his head back.

"A word from you, sir, is better than ten years of study. Speaking with Prosecutor Che has been very enlightening, so I feel compelled to remind you to be careful when driving. Before departing, it’s best to check the condition of the vehicle. It would be unfortunate if something like the brakes failed," An Zairong remarked.

Having said this, An Zairong turned his head, exited the car.

"You’re right, where there is darkness, there should be light," Che Changmin’s voice rang out, "but where the light spreads, the darkness lessens."

"But it’s exhausting, isn’t it?" An Zairong paused at the door, his back to the car.

"I once visited Shenzhou and a temple there. A highly venerable monk shared a phrase with me that I think could be of mutual encouragement to Mr. An."

An Zairong stood at the door.

"A thousand years in a dark room, a single lamp brings light," said Che Changmin.

An Zairong gave a silent laugh, said nothing more, "Bang" went the car door as he closed it and walked away.

Che Changmin sat in the car, his expression somber, his gaze resolute.