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Chapter 701: Mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Chapter 701: Mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

"Hyunjun, a hoodlum just came in to report that his girlfriend was cheating on him, and he got beaten up by that guy,"

Upon seeing Che Hyunjun, a prosecutor hurried over to report.

"Such a thing, and he has the nerve to report it?"

Che Hyunjun turned his head in disbelief, "Why didn’t he just find a rope and hang himself?"

The other party offered a bitter smile.

"For trivial matters like this, there’s no need to inform me."

Che Hyunjun walked toward the break room.

As tragic as it sounded, for a senior prosecutor in Daegu like him, this kind of case was nothing more than a triviality.

"Brother Hyunjun..."

The prosecutor caught up to him.

"What else?"

Che Hyunjun looked puzzled, but the next sentence from the other party brought him to a sudden halt.

"According to the hoodlum’s description, we suspect that the person who hit him might be An Zairong,"

Che Hyunjun’s gaze narrowed.

"Are you sure?"

"The portrait sketch artist has already drawn the likeness, and the hoodlum has confirmed it, saying it’s about seventy to eighty percent similar to An Zairong,"

Che Hyunjun’s expression instantly turned serious. He glanced around quickly and lowered his voice, "Where is this hoodlum now?"

"I’ve detained him."

"Good job."

Che Hyunjun patted the other’s shoulder, instructing, "Keep this quiet for now. An Zairong is a major suspect; we can’t let any information leak and alert the target."

"Understood. Inspector Che Changmin said the same,"

Che Hyunjun’s expression changed.

"He knows?"

"Yes, he should be interrogating the hoodlum right now,"

Che Hyunjun’s expression shifted gradually.

The interrogation room.

"Yes, the guy looked exactly like this. Your artists here are really skilled!"

Gentlemen seek revenge; a decade is not too late.

It’s different for a petty person.

After being thrown out, Park Chengcan felt indignant but dared not ask for help, as he was already deep in debt and had difficulties just to evade his creditors.

However, the resentment was unbearable, so he came up with an excellent plan.

To seek help from the police.

He deliberately exaggerated, claiming that he was nearly murdered by that couple, and barely escaped with his life. Sure enough, it caught the police’s attention, even stirring the prosecutors.

Looking at the drawing held up, Park Chengcan was inwardly triumphant, already imagining the pleasure of seeing that bastard rot in jail.

"You better look carefully. If you talk nonsense here, the consequences are not something you can handle,"

The assistant holding the drawing said gravely.

"At that moment, he had a knife and was about to kill me, the blade was practically touching my neck, closer than the distance between us now, how could I have mistaken him, it was him!"

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The sound of knocking on the door echoed.

Che Changmin turned his head.

There was Che Hyunjun, walking in with a cup of coffee.

"I heard you found traces of An Zairong?"

He handed the steaming coffee to Che Changmin.

"Thank you."

"Why aren’t you going to catch him? Don’t let that murderer get away!"

Park Chengcan urged.

"Be quiet, or you’ll end up staying here for a few days,"

Che Hyunjun said, exerting his authority without anger.

Park Chengcan immediately toned down, not daring to make another sound.

For the ordinary citizen, a prosecutor was a formidable figure, let alone for a lowly hoodlum like himself.

Che Hyunjun, having intimidated the other party with just a few words, continued to ask Che Changmin, "Inspector Che, what’s the situation?"

"He discovered An Zairong at his girlfriend’s home,"

As ever, his words were concise.

"Girlfriend?"

Che Hyunjun frowned slightly, "An Zairong isn’t known for indulging in women, could there have been a mistake?"

"With such a resemblance, how could there be a mistake,"

The assistant intervened, putting down the portrait.

"There are many people who resemble each other. This matter is not trivial; we must be cautious,"

Che Hyunjun spoke solemnly.

Ultimately, due to the difference in rank, the assistant to Che Changmin was visibly dissatisfied with this opinion but did not further object.

"What’s your name?"

Che Hyunjun turned,

"Park Chengcan,"

Park Chengcan answered honestly.

"You say the person on the portrait wanted to kill you?"

Park Chengcan nodded frantically, adding embellishment, "Yes! If I hadn’t run fast, I would probably be a corpse by now! Prosecutor, you must see justice done for me!"

When faced with someone more ruthless than themselves, they start seeking "justice."

"What does your girlfriend do?"

"She works as an apparel sales associate at Lotte Department Store,"

Park Chengcan responded to every question.

"Apparel sales associate?"

Che Hyunjun sneered, then said to Che Changmin, "Inspector Che, see, it must be a misunderstanding. If he really encountered An Zairong, how could he have possibly gotten away. Moreover, why would An Zairong set his sights on a mere sales associate? That’s completely impossible."

Indeed.

Someone with the stature of An Zairong could summon and dismiss even the most adored celebrities at will, so it truly didn’t make sense for him to take an interest in a vulgar woman from the dregs of society.

Che Hyunjun’s analysis was not unreasonable, but Che Changmin seemed to disagree.

"An individual like An Zairong cannot be judged by common standards,"

Che Hyunjun was about to continue speaking when the sound of knocking arose again.

"Come in."

Che Changmin spoke, his face impassive as a still pond.

Che Hyunjun turned to see someone coming in with a document.

"Inspector Che, this is the information you requested,"

"Thanks for your hard work."

After placing the document, the staff member quickly left.

Che Changmin’s face remained unreadable, betraying no hint of his thoughts as he picked up the document and silently flipped through it.