At the unexpected arrest warrant, the Chief Secretary's pupils shook as he stumbled backward.

Shin Haesu reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

“You should step aside to the side, not backward.”

As Haesu moved him out of the way, the team leader swung the CEO's office door wide open.

Bang—

“President who tried to take down the police twice—are you in?!”

Inside was Jang Kang-cheon, pretending to be relaxed as he sat comfortably. He raised his chin and looked at the Gangsu Unit detectives.

“What’s with all the fuss in someone else’s company? Cops these days have no fear.”

“Ha, haha.”

The team leader let out a disbelieving laugh at the cocky young man speaking informally and insulting the police.

Just then, Haesu furrowed his brows and stepped forward.

“Yeah, no fear, especially toward the police, huh?”

Bang!

Haesu slammed both hands on the desk and leaned in closer.

“You gonna come quietly, or get beaten like a dog in front of your employees and then come?”

Jang Kang-cheon's face twisted. Beyond the wide-open office door, employees were gathering in small groups to watch.

Though he had seen Haesu’s inhuman strength firsthand, his deeply embedded noble pride outweighed any fear of fists.

He shot up and glared at Haesu as he shouted:

“You’ve really lost your mind! I'm Jang Kang-cheon! President of Geonyeong Corporation! Eldest son of the Geonyeong Group! Just because you're good with your fists, you think you can do whatever? Trash like you, all your trashy little friends, and these bothersome detectives—I can ruin all your lives in a snap, got it?!”

“I don’t care.”

Haesu took out a pair of handcuffs from his waistband and tried to cuff his wrist. But Jang Kang-cheon violently shook him off and struck Haesu in the face with the handcuffs.

Smack—!

“Haesu!”

“Bro!”

They had assumed he would dodge or block it, but Haesu didn’t move an inch and took the hit directly. Blood trickled from the scratches on his cheek and nose.

Even the Chief Secretary and Jang Kang-cheon froze at the sight.

That was when the detectives seized the moment and shouted:

“The CEO here just hit a cop!”

“He assaulted a detective on official duty!”

Haesu slowly turned his head halfway and asked:

“Rookie, did you get it?”

“Yes, sir. Got a clear shot of CEO Jang Kang-cheon's face.”

Jang Kang-cheon still couldn’t grasp what was happening.

“…What?”

“Turn it off now, we can’t let this get recorded further.”

As the rookie lowered his phone, Haesu’s hand shot up.

Smack—!

A well-located office.

Slurp slurp

The Commissioner was sipping banana milk through a straw while on a call.

“I’m not running for the National Assembly. I’ve worked my ass off already. Why would I crawl into that filthy political scene just to be humiliated in old age? I need a break.”

He tilted his head and tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear as he removed the banana milk cap.

“Talking down to me? You’re doing the same, aren’t you? Just because you’ve got some money, you think you can look down on the Commissioner of the Korean National Police?”

The Commissioner frowned slightly and pulled the phone away from his ear, holding only the mic part near his mouth.

“I’ve got another call coming in. Hanging up.”

He pressed the end button and let out a small sigh.

“Seriously funny, really. All these high-ranking folks I never even see are suddenly dying to talk to me. All over one detective. Tch.”

Just as he leaned by the window, another call came in. This time, from his assistant secretary.

“What? Detective Shin beat up the CEO of Geonyeong Corporation? Why? Murder-for-hire? Against cops? That bastard’s nuts! Tell him to hit him more!”

He hung up and stared at his phone, muttering to himself:

“He really is a bulldozer. Hilarious. Wonder if I’ll make it to retirement…”

As he gazed out the bright window, a faint smile formed on his lips.

They brought in Jang Kang-cheon on charges of framing someone with false rape accusations, but for the attempted murder, they had only circumstantial evidence—no solid proof.

The Chief Secretary repeatedly claimed he had planned everything independently.

“…It was out of resentment over the humiliation at that party.”

“So you acted alone, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Just whipped out a hundred million won in cash like it’s nothing? Must be a fat paycheck. Secretary salary must be huge?”

“My annual salary is more than that.”

Oh Gaeng, who was interrogating him, slammed his laptop shut and scowled.

“What the hell! I’m so pissed. This one guy makes more than our entire team combined? Damn it.”

Knock knock

At that moment, Haesu entered. Oh Gaeng stood up when he saw him.

“Your turn. You started this anyway.”

“Of course.”

Haesu and Oh Gaeng switched places. The Chief Secretary leaned back in his chair, clearly indicating he wasn’t budging on his story.

“So, Jang Kang-cheon takes the hit for the false rape accusation, and you take the full blame for the murder-for-hire?”

“I told my cousin to do it. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

“The hitman you hired is right in front of your face, and you’re still acting like this? You want me to gouge your eyes out or something?”

As Haesu made a gesture of poking his eyes with two fingers, the man flinched and lowered his head slightly.

Haesu lowered his hand and looked at the laptop, continuing in a dry tone:

“You ordered the hit on a detective, and the ten guys you hired also tried to kill civilians on site. If even one witness says you told them to kill everyone, that’s a wrap. You’re looking at a minimum of twenty years, maybe life.”

The Chief Secretary’s eyes gradually showed signs of unease as he listened, but his lips remained tightly shut.

“You’ll take a life sentence for a guy who’s not even blood? And that guy’s a temperamental bastard. Nah, it’s about money, right? But that deal won’t hold if you die old in prison. That leaves only one thing—your family.”

As Haesu followed the trail of basic human desire, the Chief Secretary suddenly looked up.

“A guy who’s willing to play such a filthy role but cares deeply for his family—that’s such a damn contradiction. Think about it. Would they be happier getting a bunch of money while you rot in jail forever, or having you around, even if it means staying poor?”

The chief secretary gradually lowered his head and spoke in a barely audible voice.

“My family… is happier without me. I… made the best choice.”

His words, which sounded as if he were speaking to himself, were half a confession.

He let out a deep sigh and stared endlessly at the floor.

“No, we should hear your family's opinion too.”

When Haesu waved his hand toward the interrogation room window, the door opened and someone appeared.

A middle-aged woman with graying hair and a boy in a middle school uniform.

The chief secretary’s pupils trembled violently at their appearance.

“M-Mother, Kanghoon…”

The middle-aged woman—his mother—already had teary eyes as she entered.

She looked him in the eye and finally burst into tears as she scolded him.

“You foolish child, foolish child! Foolish child…”

“…”

The chief secretary remained silent, saying nothing, not even an apology. Complex emotions filled his eyes.

It was a painful choice, but the right one. There was no turning back. If he could just get through this, his family could live happily.

He had grown up under the violence of an alcoholic father. After losing his father early, he grew up watching his mother, who had raised him through immense hardship, and gritted his teeth with resolve.

He entered a major company and even got married, but his wife had an affair and ran away, leaving behind only their son who looked just like him.

It had been a miserable life, but he didn’t want to pass that misery on to his son. With money, one doesn’t suffer.

As he repeated his resolve once more, his eyes met the blank gaze of his son. The son's tightly shut lips parted.

“…Dad.”

“…Yeah, son.”

“Don’t go.”

At that moment, something surged from deep within the chief secretary's chest. His eyes reddened, and tears welled up.

The resolve that had been so firm collapsed like a dam with a hole, all from a single word from his son.

For the first time in his life, the chief secretary embraced his son and murmured,

“Dad… is sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

After sending his mother and son out of the interrogation room, the chief secretary, now composed, looked at Haesu with eyes that had lost much of their previous tension.

“Thank you.”

“…”

“At the house where my mother lives, inside the fire hydrant, there’s a black bag hidden. Everything I’ve seen is in there.”

Haesu nodded and rose from his seat.

The evidence held by the chief secretary included not only proof of murder-for-hire by Jang Kang-cheon but also countless other dirty deeds.

Jang Kang-cheon was immediately indicted on charges including incitement to murder, fraud, and embezzlement, and the articles were splashed all over the front pages.

As the eldest son and most likely successor of one of the top ten conglomerates, his indictment was highly significant.

The public slowly began to believe that the police were now willing to arrest anyone, regardless of status.

[Conglomerate heir Jang XX, hired a hit on a detective] [GunX Trading President Jang XX, sentenced to life imprisonment!]

• ┗ That’s insane
• ┗ They nailed him
• ┗ Are the cops crazy these days? Do they think they’re movie stars? Living like there's no tomorrow?
• ┗ So damn satisfying, sweep them all away!
• ┗ A chaebol heir really ordered a hit? For real?
• ┗ Reality is always wilder than the movies
• ┗ But seriously, what did that detective do to deserve a hit? Investigate that too, something's fishy
• ┗ Yeah, your face is fishy
• ┗ Kangsu Unit? Where is that?
• ┗ You don’t know the Kangsu Unit with the great Detective Shin? Are you a spy? Go look up every article about him and you’ll end up praising him too! Shin-men!
• ┗ What the heck is this? A new cult?
• ┗ Kangsu Unit, well done!! Go after more of those big companies!

As one commenter said, right as the Kangsu Unit landed a heavy blow to Gunyoung Group, other corporations began appearing at the prosecutor's office in succession.

Prosecutor Kang Ji-tae, nicknamed Hwang Si-mok, had bided his time and now finally drew his sword.

After a wave of crackdown from police and prosecutors swept the business world, companies lowered their heads and took care to avoid being targeted.

Inside an office with a view of the skyscraper-filled cityscape, individuals dressed in sharp suits sat around an elegant round table.

Behind each of them stood one or two aides.

“I heard there’s been some noise recently.”

“It’s rare to see the police and prosecution joining forces. What’s happening to the country…”

“I heard it all started with the eldest son of the Gunyoung Group.”

A middle-aged man who had been listening silently with his elbows resting on the table clicked his tongue.

“Tsk. Can’t even control his own son… In any case, to restore order in this chaos, I believe we must cut off the rot at its root.”

“Indeed.”

“I agree.”

“Same here.”

“It’s decided then. As always, let us each do our part for our country.”

“For our country.”

“For our country.”

As the decision was made and everyone began to rise, the middle-aged man turned back. His movement caused the others to pause as well.

“Ah, wasn’t the detective who handled this also the one from the Red Moon case?”

“That’s what I heard too.”

“Ha ha, what an impressive detective. I'm getting curious.”

At his words, the large man standing behind him bowed and whispered quietly.

“I’ll look into it.”

“No, that’s fine. It’s more fun this way. Let’s just watch, shall we?”

The middle-aged man looked out over the cityscape beyond the window with a cynical smile.

Across from Gangjin Police Station, at a pojangmacha (street food tent).

The Kangsu Unit members were eating fishcakes together after work.

Slurp, slurp, chomp, chomp.

“Ah right. Shin-dol, it’s tomorrow, right?”

“What is, sir?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot? Why am I the one remembering this? You’re going to the police academy as a special instructor, remember?”

“Ah…”

Even though he got a text a few days ago, he had completely forgotten.

Seeing Haesu’s face of sudden realization, Oh Gaeng slung an arm over his shoulder and said,

“We’re counting on you. Make sure to properly teach them how cool, loyal, and rewarding this job is, got it?”

Haesu gave a solemn nod.

“Yes, understood.”