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Chapter 707 - 554 The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea (Happy Little New Year!)

Chapter 707: 554 The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea (Happy Little New Year!)

"Suspicion, Che Changmin, you are already a seasoned prosecutor, how could such naive words come from your mouth?"

Seoul Supreme Prosecutor’s Office.

Having rushed back injured, Che Changmin sat in a chair, his walking stick set aside.

Opposite him sat three men in white lab coats, each exuding an aura of command even without showing anger.

Though prosecutors held significant power in Korea, they were not above the law. With so many lives lost and such deplorable consequences, Che Changmin, as the person responsible for the operation, was summoned back to Seoul for an internal review before he even had the chance to be admitted to a hospital.

"I don’t know how you passed the judicial exam. Don’t you know that as a prosecutor, the most important principle is not to rely on your own subjective judgment? Evidence is of the utmost importance. To think, you even suspect that our comrades are tipping off criminals. Has the praise from the outside world gone to your head, Che Changmin?"

This rebuke was harsh indeed.

"I think his concerns are not unreasonable; caution isn’t a bad thing."

A senior official cleared his throat softly.

Where there are people, there are disputes.

Some were eager to see the successful Che Changmin fall from grace, while others were reluctant to see a prosecutor genuinely committed to his duties crash and not be able to rise again.

"This isn’t caution, it’s paranoia, arrogance! If it weren’t for your stubbornness and acting on your own, how could such a tragedy have happened? And the target even got away! Che Changmin, you bear undeniable responsibility for this case!"

Upon hearing this, the senior official who spoke in Che Changmin’s defense fell silent.

This world is all about results.

The painful reality was laid bare, indisputable.

"I am willing to accept any punishment, but I have one request—let me bring those bandits to justice."

"Bring them back? Aren’t there enough dead already?"

The chief supervisor said icily, "Effective immediately, your prosecutor duties are suspended. We will decide what to do with you after we get the detailed investigation report."

Without giving Che Changmin any chance to argue, the chief supervisor immediately stood up and left.

Another official followed closely behind.

Only two people were left in the meeting room.

"Sigh."

The neutral official sighed, looking at Che Changmin with eyes full of regret.

"Changmin, you were indeed too impulsive this time."

"Give me some more time, one week."

Che Changmin was not dejected by his suspension but insisted obstinately.

The other party shook his head.

"I’d like to help you, but you’ve seen it yourself. With so many dead, someone has to take responsibility, and I am powerless to help."

Che Changmin pursed his lips.

"I watched them fall before my eyes. I need to avenge them. Just a little more time, once I catch those bandits, however you want to handle me, I’ll accept. I’ve seen those bandits..."

"Be realistic."

The other party interrupted, "The decision has been made, I have no power to change it, and no matter how much more time you get, the outcome will be the same. Go home and rest."

Che Changmin, who rarely showed emotion, gripped his hand tightly.

"How do I rest?"

The senior official was silent.

He knew well the kind of man Che Changmin was, and he also knew that Changmin’s unilateral action was not out of self-importance or a desire for sole credit.

On the contrary.

With so many people dead, probably no one felt worse than he did.

"Changmin, you have barely rested all this time. It might be good for you to take a break now, consider it a vacation..."

Che Changmin, as if deaf to the advice, stubbornly responded, "After I catch those bandits, I’ll resign voluntarily."

"Can you come to your senses!"

The senior official banged the table, emphasizing his words with a grave tone, "You should feel lucky you came back alive this time. Catch them? How? Do you even know who they are?!"

"I don’t know, hence the investigation."

The senior official laughed in anger but held back, lowering his voice.

"I’ll tell you, there’s no need to investigate anymore. The analysis of the ammunition left at the scene suggests that those arms could very likely have come from... the security forces stationed in Korea."

The security forces stationed in Korea?

Che Changmin’s pupils constricted, he murmured in disbelief, "The U.S. military."

The senior official’s expression grew somber.

Barrett.

Anti-tank rocket launchers.

Assault rifles.

Such heavy weaponry could not easily cross borders.

Thus, the source of these arms was indeed thought-provoking.

"Do you still want to continue investigating?"

Che Changmin felt a void in his head, as the horrific images of his subordinates dying resurfaced before his eyes involuntarily.

"Did they die in vain?"

"Che Changmin, understand this, you are just a prosecutor! Not just you, even I, or anyone higher up..."

The senior official caught himself, not continuing.

"Go home and rest."

After speaking, he stood up, gave Che Changmin one last look, shook his head, and walked out.

In the empty meeting room.

Che Changmin sat alone for a long while, then grabbed his walking stick and walked out somewhat dazed.

The prosecutor who once had a promising future, when leaving the prosecutor’s office, appeared so despondent.

On the majestic and solemn prosecutor’s office.

The badge representing justice and light shone brightly.

The sunlight fell on Che Changmin.

He squinted his eyes, smiled wryly, and began his faltering walk down the stairs, leaning on his cane.

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"With such a stir this time, do you guys need to keep a low profile for a while?"

In the village.

Jiang Chen strolled at his leisure.