#101. Results. 9
The man's hand, as if the lid had opened, grabbed Woojin by the collar as his anger rose to the top of his head.
The swear words also flowed out without hesitation.
“Are you fucking kidding me? What? Say that again. You don’t know who I am, do you?”
The blood vessels in the man's eyes grew like spiderwebs as if he was trying to eat Woojin,
“A slave to the brain who can’t suppress even 1% of the primitive limbic instincts. A person who bows down in front of the strong and becomes strong in front of the weak. It would be okay to define them as someone who only chases dopamine.”
“What the hell is that son of a bitch talking about… Let’s see if he can still talk like that after getting hit.”
His face was captured in Woojin's eyes.
The man's cheek muscles tense up and his lips become thinner as if he is trying to force them.
Along with that fleeting expression, a fist flew into Woojin's face.
Bang!
The man blinked.
It was because I was lying on the floor for some reason.
Woojin asked, caressing her cheek.
He deliberately made his fist graze it.
“Is it comfortable?”
“You son of a bitch!”
He got up on his hands and the floor and swung his fist loudly.
Woojin tilted his head to the side, causing his fist to cut through the air.
At that moment, the man felt someone grab his hair and pull it away.
“Who is this?”
The protagonist with the fierce voice was detective Kim Tae-hyun.
The moment Woojin got up from his seat, he told Detective Kim Taehyun the truth.
No, it told the future.
He created the situation and made the incident happen.
A rough voice came out of Kim Tae-hyun's mouth as he laid him on the floor as if he was being beaten.
“Who dares to touch this kid! Who are you? Do you have the nerve to touch someone? What’s your name?”
The man struggled and swore.
“If you don’t want to lose, let go, you little punk! Let go? Or not!?”
Choi Ki-cheol, who came up the emergency stairs late, quickly approached Woo-jin with a worried expression.
It was Woojin who single-handedly destroyed the gangsters in the room salon.
Judging from the fact that they contacted me to say that a fight had broken out, it seemed like they had judged that it was a situation that even Woojin could not handle and had rushed in without thinking twice.
“Woojin, are you okay?”
Woojin pointed to his right shoulder.
“That guy hit me here with his shoulder pad. And here on my cheek.”
"huh?"
“It hurts.”
Choi Ki-cheol scratched the bridge of his nose.
Contrary to what he said, he was fine and did not look sick at all.
That aside… … .
Choi Ki-cheol turned around and stopped Kim Tae-hyeon, who was questioning the man.
“Ah, sir! Calm down! I’ll do it. I’ll do it.”
As Choi Ki-cheol came out, Kim Tae-hyun approached Woo-jin, and Choi Ki-cheol said while handcuffing his hands.
“You have the right to remain silent… … .”
“No, you’re a detective!? I didn’t do anything!”
Choi Ki-cheol said, hitting the man on the head.
Bam!
“Just stay still. I’ll hire a lawyer… … .”
“This is coercion… … .”
Choi Ki-cheol, who was handcuffed, stood him up.
“What, coercion?”
Bam!
The man spoke with a look of concern in his eyes as Choi Ki-cheol shook his head.
“You hit me? I won’t stay still. I won’t let this go.”
Bam!
“What are you going to do if you don’t stay still?”
Bam!
“What are you going to do if you don’t stay still? Don’t you close your eyes? Do you know who you just touched? You touched our precious little brother.”
Bam!
“Ah, fuck, stop hitting me!”
This time, Kim Tae-hyun stopped Choi Ki-cheol.
“Hey, Choi Gi-cheol, stop it.”
If you look closely, it seems like the more you go, the more it resembles you.
Even recently, they continue to treat criminals like people and raise their hands first, as if they don't know what will happen next, whether it's disciplinary action or not.
“You know, sir, these kids only listen when you treat them the same way.”
“That’s true.”
“Isn’t that so? Really? You little punk.”
Bam!
“It’s hitting the nail on the head. Stop hitting.”
“Hey, I told you that you have to be right to come to your senses…”
So Choi Ki-cheol dragged him and disappeared down the emergency stairs, and before anyone knew it, Lee Hye-rim was asking Woo-jin with surprised eyes.
“Woojin, are you okay?”
“Oh, it’s okay.”
“Hello, Jaesu, nice to see you again?”
“Oh, hello.”
After greeting Kim Tae-hyun, Lee Hye-rim turned her gaze to Woo-jin again.
“Woojin, what happened? Did you fight?”
“No. I was just joking.”
What kind of prank is this that even the detectives come to see you?
“Is it because of me… … .”
She was surprised when she saw the corners of Woojin's mouth slightly rise.
“Woojin, I don’t want you to get involved because of me. You don’t need to do that, and you don’t need to… … because of me.”
Woojin gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
And then he turned his gaze to Detective Kim Tae-hyun.
“Detective Kim, I have a question for that person. Can I talk to you about it?”
“Okay, okay. I’ll go down to the car first.”
Kim Tae-hyun first moved to secure the CCTV footage.
Woojin opened his mouth again to Hye-rim, who was standing there blankly.
“Hye-rim, from this point on, they’re going to keep trying to step on you. I don’t like that.”
Woojin thought that there was a stumbling block in the design he had been thinking about.
Then you have to clean it up.
Conversely, you can exploit weaknesses and take advantage of them.
“Woojin… … .”
Woojin smiled brightly.
Lee Hye-rim was speechless at that expression.
It was because it was a refreshing smile that showed off white teeth that I had never seen before.
“If you’re grateful, buy me something delicious. I’ll go in first. I’ll tell you some interesting news.”
* * *
Kim Tae-hyun, who was sitting in the backseat, asked the man.
“Why did Park Jong-hoon, a two-time violent offender, fight?”
“I bumped into something when I was coming out of the bathroom. But that bastard… .”
Bam!
"again."
“I was shocked, but there was a young, blue one… .”
Bam!
“That guy suddenly asked for a settlement fee… … .”
“You want me to believe that dog whining like that?”
“It’s true! I was just going to pass by, but that kid keeps getting on people’s nerves with his barking. So…”
“Did you hit me?”
“No. I didn’t hit you… … .”
Kim Tae-hyun's brow furrowed.
“You punk, you were caught on CCTV swinging your fists….”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Woojin, who had knocked on the door, appeared.
As Choi Ki-cheol opened the door, Woo-jin sat in the passenger seat.
Park Jong-hoon shouted.
“Hey, you speak up! Did I hit you!?”
“I hit you with my shoulder and then with my fist.”
“Did you hit me? Didn’t you just graze me!?”
He flinched when Kim Tae-hyun raised his hand.
“Keep your voice down. Only answer the questions I ask you from now on. Got it?”
“Ha… I’m really going to die.”
Bam!
“Go ahead.”
“Woojin.”
At Kim Tae-hyun's words, Woo-jin nodded and moved the rearview mirror so that Park Jong-hoon's face could be seen clearly.
“Who sent it?”
At Woojin's words, Kim Taehyun and Choi Kicheol's heads quickly turned to him.
Did someone send a second violent felony to Woojin?
Park Jong-hoon's eyes, which Woo-jin was looking at through the rearview mirror, were also growing bigger.
It's subtle, but it makes your lower back lean further against the seat.
It was a fixed posture that appeared when one was in trouble and could not escape.
Woojin had held him back so he wouldn't run away.
"What are you talking about?"
“Who sent it?”
“I came here to eat, but who sent whom? What are you talking about!”
Kim Tae-hyun's mood has calmed down.
"What are you doing?
From the driver's seat, Choi Ki-cheol was looking at Park Jong-hoon as if he was going to eat him.
Park Jong-hoon shook his head as he was receiving a sharp gaze.
“I just saw that guy today. It’s real. Trust me. It’s real.”
Woojin said.
“Who told you to watch Hye-rim other than me?”
“Hye, who is Hye-rim? Have you been living a life of deception? It’s unfair that you were dragged here, and now!”
Choi Gi-cheol asked.
“This kid… … . A pervert? A stalker? Hey, are you from a detective agency?”
“Detective Choi, I think you should go to Prosecutor Kim Cheol-woong.”
Woojin immediately called Prosecutor Kim Cheol-woong.
“Hello. Prosecutor Kim Chul-woong, I’m planning to take the person who hit me to see you. Is this a good time?”
-yes?
“I’m going to the prosecutor with that person.”
-No… … Then should I go to the police station?
“I want to go there. If you could make something out of nothing and give me the maximum sentence, I would be grateful.”
-Come here? You're bringing me here? To the prosecutor's office?
“Yes. If it’s bothersome, then there’s nothing I can do.”
-No, it's not that it's annoying… … Oh my… I really… Bring the stars! Bring them all!
“I’ll be right there.”
The car started off right away, and Park Jong-hoon's eyes started to tremble as he looked at Woo-jin's back.
I thought he was a thug who kept whining about paying a deposit, but now he looks completely different.
He has connections with detectives and even prosecutors.
'Kim Cheol-woong… . Kim Cheol-woong… … .'
But somehow the inspector's name seemed familiar.
At that moment, Park Jong-hoon let out a sigh as if muttering.
“Fuck… … .”
I remembered that face on TV, declaring war on crime while solving unsolved cases.
Woojin's pressure was slowly taking hold of his body.
* * *
Prosecutor Kim Cheol-woong blinked as he looked at Park Jong-hoon, who was sitting in front of him.
Woojin, who had a candy in his mouth, was looking through the case documents, but Kim Cheol-woong did not stop him in any way.
Kim Cheol-woong, sitting at the PC table, asked softly.
“Then… … . You followed a girl named Lee Hye-rim. And you beat up Woo-jin over there? Right?”
“Inspector, that’s not it… … .”
“Your name is Park Jong-sa? Park Jeong or something?”
“This is Park Jong-hoon.”
“Yes. Mr. Park Jong-hoon, a two-time violent offender. Someone stole bread. That person received a prison sentence, and the person who embezzled 10 billion won received a suspended sentence.”
“Inspector! I am truly innocent! It was a misunderstanding! I went out to eat… … .”
Phew!
Kim Cheol-woong's foot kicked Park Jong-hoon's chest.
Park Jong-hoon was pushed all the way back with the wheeled chair.
Woojin glanced at the sight and then turned his gaze back to the case documents.
Kim Cheol-woong took off his wristwatch and waved his hand as if telling people to come back to their seats.
As handcuffed Jong-Hoon Park approached him, dragging his feet while sitting on a chair, Cheol-Woong Kim approached him from behind and placed both hands on his shoulders.
“If you treat those punks like people, they’ll know that you’re real. Hey, you punk. You want me to make you do 10 rounds of a non-crime? You think I can’t do it? You don’t think I can, right? Huh?”
“Hey, inspector… .”
A groan escaped Park Jong-hoon's mouth as Kim Cheol-woong dug his fingers into his collarbone.
Kim Cheol-woong sat down at the PC table again and spoke calmly.
“Okay, punk. You have two choices. Do you want to blow it cool and get fined? Or do you want to spend a few years driving around?”
Park Jong-hoon bowed his head deeply.
"ha……."
Kim Cheol-woong, smiling, raised his voice.
“Count to three. One. Two.”
“Hey, inspector!”
"three!"
“Director Choi told me to do it! I was just running an errand! It’s true. It’s real!”
Kim Cheol-woong's gaze turned to Woo-jin.
Woojin looked at Park Jonghoon and said.
“Prosecutor Kim, should we expand our board?”
