She covered her face and turned her head away, secretly glancing at Li Zhenyu opposite her like a thief, but quickly looked away.

Han Shumin's father had a stern look on his face, as if he was wondering where he came from.

What is his identity and whether I should continue to fight with him.

The only difference was that the little fat boy sitting between the two of them, Han Shumin, the protagonist of the incident, was frightened after his initial reaction.

His smile gradually became distorted and he stood up nonchalantly.

"Oh, really..." He reached out and grabbed the ashtray on the table, then suddenly rushed towards him across the table.

"Shit, where did you come from, you bastard? Die!"

He leaned forward and took a step forward, his face snarling like a ghost, and a thick glass ashtray the size of a palm fell straight on his head.

“Ah~”

Everyone present was shocked, even Han Shumin's parents.

Yoon Hye-na was so shocked that she stood there, and it seemed as if even her heartbeat stopped for a moment.

Bang! The coffee table under his feet slid backwards, and Han Shumin lost his balance without support, and fell to the ground with his hands clasping.

Her legs were hooked on the coffee table, her face was pressed directly to the ground, and the ends of her hair were just touching the toes of Li Zhenyu's shoes.

"Aigu, this isn't a festival, why are you giving such a big gift?"

Li Zhenyu had a teasing look on his face and leaned over to look at Han Shumin lying on the ground.

"Ah, shit~"

Realizing the embarrassment at the moment, Han Shumin raised his head in anger and tried to get up while shouting angrily.

But a huge foot coming towards him crushed all his resistance.

He stepped on his head with his foot and made him lie down again.

I saw this kid waving the ashtray around to prevent himself from getting hurt.

Li Zhenyu mercifully broke his arm, "Ah~~"

"Shumin."

This time, it was Han Shumin's mother who shed tears.

"Hey, you bastard, do you know who I am?"

Han Shumin's father put one hand on his waist, trying to reveal his identity in a very imposing manner.

Li Zhenyu raised his head with a playful smile and said disdainfully: "Ah, do you know who I am?"

You can compete with power, money, father, or family background, you can choose whatever you want.

"Shangyu, come here."

Li Zhenyu waved without turning his head, and Han Shangyu, who had stopped crying, came over with the encouragement of his mother.

"How did he bully you?"

Hearing him ask this, Han Shangyu's suppressed tears welled up again.

Raising his hand to quickly wipe the corners of his eyes, Han Shangyu held back his tears and recounted what had happened in an orderly manner.

Han Shangyu is a first-year student and Han Shumin is a fourth-year student. They shouldn't have any intersection.

But Han Shangyu has no father, so he looks easy to bully.

Since he carried a lot of money with him every day, he became a new target of blackmail.

If it were just that, things wouldn't have developed to the point they are now.

After hearing rumors from somewhere, Han Shumin started to speak ill of Yoon Hye-na everywhere.

Han Shangyu happened to hear it, so the angry little guy rushed up and punched the other person.

Han Shumin, feeling his self-esteem hurt, grabbed a pencil sharpener and wanted to kill him.

Fortunately, someone stopped him and he only scratched his arm.

Pulling back his sleeve, Li Zhenyu saw the bandaged wound.

Because of the beating just now, blood seeped out of the gauze again.

"... Come here in person, quickly."

After Han Shangyu finished explaining what happened, Han Shumin's father also hung up the phone.

Let's call for help! Li Zhenyu thought about it. Quan Junxu was still on the boat, and the others were not very reliable.

Should I call Chief Amuro? Wouldn't that be a waste of talent?

It's so embarrassing to call the parents for such a small matter.

"Brother Junxu, I need your help with something."

Quan Junxu, who was curious about why he left halfway, finally got the answer.

"Our Zhenyu is such a playboy! Representative Yin must have made you very satisfied, Aigu, who wouldn't be tempted by such a beauty!"

"Hurry up, the other party wants to kill me. If you get hurt, don't expect me to buy you a drink when you come back."

"That won't do... Wait, Senior Ha Dong-do from the Incheon District Prosecutors Office is my senior. I will ask him to go there in person."

Ten minutes later, He Dongdao arrived first.

"Hello, President Li, I am the prosecutor of Hadong Province of the Incheon District Prosecutors Office. My junior brother Jeon Jun-wook asked me to come here."

Before coming, Quan Junxu had already told him Li Zhenyu's identity and background.

"Senior, you don't want to stay in the same place for the rest of your life. If you can gain his appreciation and have my support.

I believe that soon, there will be a desk for you in the Supreme Prosecutor's Office."

Therefore, this time Hedong Dao came with the intention of giving it his all.

After introducing himself, he took the lead in questioning the other party: "How can you use knives to deal with a conflict between children?"

"Ah, is the South Korean prosecutor like you? Are you a South Korean prosecutor, or his lackey?"

He can still speak so arrogantly in front of the prosecutor. It seems that the other party's backer is not simple!

"What did you say? Watch your words. Do you want to be locked up now?"

He Dongdao shouted angrily, then took out handcuffs and was about to take him down.

Unexpectedly, Han Shumin's father was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised his hands and shouted at him, "Come on, cuff me, cuff me!

You will be scared soon, damn bastard, do you think being a prosecutor is a big deal? "

A middle-aged man with a square face and a resolute expression stood at the door, his eagle-like eyes were hard to resist.

He Dongdao, who was full of confidence just now, lowered his head with a changed expression.

"President Li, this is bad. The person who came is Deputy Director Han Dae-sang from the Supreme Prosecutor's Office."

When he met the boss of his boss's boss, He Dongdao did not kneel down and admit his mistake on the spot, which was already commendable.

"Brother-in-law, you are finally here." Han Shumin's father lowered his raised wrist and completely relaxed.

With his chin raised high, he looked at Li Zhenyu who was sitting on the sofa like a fool.

"Here we only have Deputy Inspector Han Dae-sang, there is no such thing as a brother-in-law."

Han Daxiang scolded him with an unhappy look on his face, and Han Shumin's father nodded and said "yes" repeatedly.

“Haha~”

The dazed Li Zhenyu suddenly laughed, and under everyone's puzzled gaze, he pointed at Han Shumin's father.

"Shangyu, look, he looks like a dog!"

“Puff~”

Han Shangyu was amused, but then he remembered that the other person was right in front of him, so he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, trying to hide his smile.

Puff~ A fart-like sound came from the palm of my hand.

Han Shangyu turned around feeling a little shy and guilty, thinking that it was wrong to laugh at others, but his heaving shoulders revealed his mood.

"Brother-in-law... No, Deputy Director Han, you saw it. These people are totally lawless. Just now, Shumin's class teacher was beaten by him until his face was covered in blood and he was dragged out."

Jumping back a few steps to clear the bloodstains behind him, Han Shumin's father said excitedly: "Look, this is the evidence."

Seeing such a thrilling scene, Han Daxiang's face was gloomy: "Is what he said true? You did this."

"What?"

Li Zhenyu put his hands behind his ears and frowned as if he didn't hear clearly.

"I said, did you do this?"

Han Daxiang suppressed his anger and asked again: "Don't try to lie, the police are outside."

"Oh, if you say so, then so be it!"

Li Zhenyu smiled indifferently, turned his head and said to He Dong who was standing there feeling uneasy.

"Didn't you hear what our Deputy Director Han said? The police are already here. If you don't call, you'll be arrested."

"ah!"

He Dongdao was stunned for two seconds, and after racking his brains he could not think of anyone who could save his life.

"Oh." Li Zhenyu shook his head helplessly and took out his phone himself.

I gave you the chance, but you are useless!

"Hey, bro~ Do you know Han Dae-sang, the deputy director of the Supreme Prosecutor's Office?"

As he was preparing to start the next round of shooting and waiting for Spade to clean the javelin, Jeon Jun-wook frowned.

"How did you provoke him... Zhenyu, call Chief Amuro!"

"Hey, Jeon Jun-wook, are you capable of this? You need me to find Chief Amuro for such a small matter."

"Hey, what do you think the deputy inspector is? An auntie buying groceries on the street?"

Although he complained, Quan Junxu's mind was racing, considering the gains and losses.

"Since you don't want to call home, I'll find a way... in 5 minutes."

"Two minutes, or you'll have to come back early and visit me in prison."

"Okay, just two minutes."

He hung up the phone decisively and waved away the spade in front of him.

After taking a few deep breaths, Quan Junxu tried to dial a few numbers, but when he mentioned Han Daxiang, they all gave vague answers.

Han Daxiang is well-known for his 'iron face' in the Supreme Prosecutor's Office. No one would dare to offend him for no reason.

What's more, it's for Quan Junxu, a young boy who is still wet behind the ears.

Seeing that there was less than a minute left, Quan Junxu took a few deep breaths and dialed the number that he remembered most clearly.

"Aboji, I need your help with something..."

At the Supreme Prosecutor's Office, the chief who had just hung up on Jeon Jun-wook picked up the towel again to wipe the golf ball on the table.

His favorite sport is golf.

It can not only meet the needs of the movement, but also bring him a lot of wealth, expand his network and deepen his influence.

So, before every important date, he would take out the balls and wipe them clean one by one with his breath.

Because he firmly believes that doing so will bring him good luck on the court.

"Here's your coffee, sir."

“Well, Jaehoon, are you curious about why I rejected him?”

As a confidant, Yoon Jae-hun knew that this was what the director wanted to say from his heart.

Therefore, he smiled tactfully and nodded, "I am a little curious, but the chief must have his own considerations."

"Haha, you're right."

The chief smiled smugly and said, "It doesn't matter if it hurts Han Daxiang's face. As long as I'm here, he can only be a deputy minister forever and won't be able to stir up any trouble.

But even if Han Dae-sang is not my man, he still represents the Supreme Prosecutor's Office. It depends on whether it is worthwhile to slap him in the face. For a Jeon Jun-wook, it is not worth it."

"So, what do you want?" If Yoon Jae-hun were to perform crosstalk, he would definitely be a good supporting actor.

"Wait." The general manager smiled confidently and looked at the phone on the armrest.

If this matter is really important to Jeon Jun-wook, then he should make more efforts.

Buzz~ The phone vibrated. The president's smile became even brighter and he put down the golf ball.

He picked up the phone and turned it towards himself. The caller ID showed a number that was not recorded in his notebook but that he knew by heart.

"Hello, Councillor Quan, I am Lin Zhen..."

(End of this chapter)