Peninsula: Director of Public Prosecutions Starts with Daily Intelligence

Li Shixian: You even...“You even… the Chief Prosecutor’s wife…”

There was a soft thud.

His knees touched the smooth floor, making a crisp friction sound.

“Brother, we can discuss anything.” Han Kang-sik knelt directly on the ground, incredibly smoothly.

Han Kang-sik was utterly stunned. How did Lee Se-hyun know about this secret matter?

He thought he had been very discreet, but that was not the case; there was nothing in this world that System Dad didn’t know.

“I’ll give you whatever you want—money, women, even power!”

“Especially in front of the Chief Prosecutor, if such words are spoken carelessly, people will die! And they will die a very tragic death!”

Han Kang-sik tried to persuade him, attempting to stop Lee Se-hyun from speaking carelessly.

The once high and mighty Minister Han knelt before Lee Se-hyun, a junior Prosecutor; this scene was quite comical.

Lee Se-hyun remained silent, sitting on Han Kang-sik’s desk. He picked up a high-quality cigar, put it in his mouth, and looked down at Han Kang-sik.

Han Kang-sik quickly got up, very perceptively pulling out his expensive Zippo lighter from his pocket, fawningly lighting Lee Se-hyun’s cigar.

“Ah~ sibal.” Lee Se-hyun took a deep drag, exhaling a smoke ring onto Han Kang-sik’s face.

Han Kang-sik’s expression was quite grim, yet he dared not react. If the Chief Prosecutor were to discover he had been cuckolded...

That person would die a very tragic death!

Moreover, Minister Han had been personally promoted by the Chief Prosecutor, so he would die an even more tragic death!

“Oh, Minister, your lighter is quite pretty. Where did you buy it? I want to buy one too.” Lee Se-hyun said deliberately.

Zippo, an old American lighter brand, focuses on high-end, understated luxury with depth.

Upon hearing this, Han Kang-sik immediately understood the hidden meaning: “Shixian, you like it?” He presented the lighter with both hands: “Take a look, don’t be shy with me.”

Han Kang-sik reluctantly gave the luxurious lighter to Lee Se-hyun, his heart bleeding non-stop!

A lighter worth 10,000 USD was just given away so easily. To say he didn’t feel pained would be a lie.

Lee Se-hyun took the Zippo lighter, played with it for a while, found it amusing, and then casually slipped it into his pocket.

Shameless!!! Han Kang-sik cursed in his heart as he witnessed such a rogue act.

“Little Han… no, Minister Han, I’ve been working diligently as a grassroots Prosecutor for two and a half years.”

“Every day I wake up earlier than the roosters and sleep later than the dogs.”

“Do you know what I rode to work this morning?”

“A little donkey!!!”

“Everyone in Capital City says I’m top-notch. If they’re giving out awards for model workers this year, I’m sure to get a spot.”

Updates are not easy, remember to share 101kansh.com

“What do you think?”

Lee Se-hyun looked at the standing Han Kang-sik, his words clearly expressing hardship and self-pity.

Han Kang-sik’s mind raced, and he immediately understood that Lee Se-hyun was here to beg for favors, to demand benefits.

“Shixian, you are a high-caliber talent of the South Korea. It’s truly a shame that such a great talent like you has been wronged.”

Han Kang-sik pulled a bank card from his pocket and slapped it into Lee Se-hyun’s hand: “This is my supplementary gold card, it holds all my life’s savings.”

“I saved diligently for ten years, a full five hundred thousand USD!”

“Five hundred thousand?” Lee Se-hyun gasped. This was USD, not The Peninsula currency.

Five hundred thousand USD, converted, was three million xia country currency.

Enough for him to buy a small one-bedroom, one-living room apartment in downtown Capital City.

Lee Se-hyun unceremoniously accepted the bank card, slipping it into his pocket to keep company with the 100,000-valued lighter.

Looking at Han Kang-sik, who was still smiling despite being blackmailed, he couldn’t help but sigh, robbing a bank wasn’t even this fast.

In just a few seconds, millions of xia country currency were in his account, an income of several millions in minutes!

Han Kang-sik breathed a sigh of relief. A problem that money could solve was no problem at all. Besides, that card was given to him by a certain businessman today.

He didn’t feel bad at all. Five hundred thousand USD, that’s all. Is it a lot? Only a bumpkin like Lee Se-hyun, who hasn’t seen the world, would treat it as a treasure.

For people of their status and class, currency had long become a piece of waste paper, something they’d find annoying to even wipe their butt with.

If Lee Se-hyun knew, he would surely die of anger. It seemed he had extorted too little, suffering the disadvantage of not having been a nouveau riche.

“Brother Zhi, please sit! I’ll go make you some tea.”

Lee Se-hyun said with a smile, jumping off the table and ushering Han Kang-sik back to his king’s throne.

Han Kang-sik was bewildered, cursing inwardly.

Sibal! A petty person who sees money! One moment he called him Little Han, and after receiving money, it’s instantly Brother Zhi.

“Brother Zhi, what kind of hair oil do you like… no, what kind of tea do you drink?”

“White tea!”

“Oh~ I like white tea too.”

Lee Se-hyun actually didn’t know much about tea. He casually pulled out a packet of tea that looked luxuriously packaged from the cabinet, tore open the wrapping, and poured hot water over it in one swift motion.

“Brother Zhi, please!”

Lee Se-hyun handed the prepared teacup to Han Kang-sik with both hands. Han Kang-sik nodded without speaking, carefully savoring his tea-making skills.

“Not… not bad!”

Han Kang-sik unexpectedly found it delicious. You really can’t judge a book by its cover; he didn’t expect this young man to have such a skill?

Having a special skill in the workplace is a huge bonus, especially auxiliary skills like driving and making tea.

To reach the pinnacle of mastery, he must be starting to make progress!

Lee Se-hyun smiled, revealing his ultimate goal: “Minister Han!”

“I have a favor to ask of you, about my Chief Prosecutor…”

“Pfft…”

Han Kang-sik directly spat out a mouthful of tea. Fortunately, Lee Se-hyun dodged, otherwise, it would have sprayed on his face.

Zhuang Zhou’s sword dance was aimed at Pei Gong. No wonder this kid was so ingratiating; he hadn’t been holding back a fart, waiting for this moment.

From Lee Se-hyun’s perspective, he fantasized that Minister Han would be like a certain Director who had almost conquered the heavens.

“Lee Se-hyun: Minister Han, about my Chief Prosecutor… Minister Han: What Chief Prosecutor? Minister!!!”

Han Kang-sik said, I might as well give my position to you, Lee Se-hyun.

Minister? He’s dreaming!

“How can Chief Prosecutor be enough? Shixian, for a high-caliber talent like you, wouldn’t that be beneath you? At the very least, Minister would suit your status!”

Han Kang-sik joked, teasing him.

Lee Se-hyun seemed not to have heard the joke: “Ah? That won’t do! If I become Minister, Brother Zhi, wouldn’t you lose your job?”

“No, no, I’m still young. I need to be down-to-earth and climb step by step to the top. Just being a Chief Prosecutor for now would be fine.”

“Sibal! You really dare to dream!” Han Kang-sik slammed the table, venting his anger.

If it weren’t for the leverage this guy had over him, he would have fed Lee Se-hyun to the wild dogs long ago!

Han Kang-sik tried to calm down and patiently explained: “Shixian, the Chief Prosecutor of the Capital City Central Prosecutor’s Office is a one-person, one-position role.”

“It’s not something you can just become; there are many conditions to meet.”

“I can endure hardship! I can work overtime! I can do 996, even 007!”

“Enduring hardship is just a trivial condition among them. Who in the Capital City Central Prosecutor’s Office can’t endure hardship?”

“If that flatterer Yang Dong-cheol can be Chief Prosecutor, why can’t I?” Lee Se-hyun complained from the soul.

As soon as Minister Han was promoted, he promoted Yang Dong-cheol to Chief Prosecutor. As his right-hand man, Yang Dong-cheol naturally benefited greatly from his rise.

It seemed Han Kang-sik had no intention of promoting Lee Se-hyun.

Money, women, power—if the most important one was missing, wouldn’t it all be for nothing?

Even Lee Se-hyun, as foolish as he was, knew that if he got the last one, power, he could have as much of the first two as he wanted.

Moreover, his professional status was related to the value of the system’s intelligence.

Even if he returned the three million to Han Kang-sik, he still needed a promotion.

Lee Se-hyun pulled out the bank card, pretending to return it to Han Kang-sik: “Brother Zhi, how about I return the money to you? I really want to advance!”

“I don’t necessarily have to be some Chief Prosecutor or Minister; I just want to contribute more to the South Korea.”

“Minister!”

“The people of the South Korea really need me!”