Seoul's youngest alternate prosecutor, Han Soo-myung, was kicked to the Sangju branch office, which is ranked third from the bottom in the province, because his investigation went too deep.
There is no director here, no colleagues, just an empty chair and a room full of people waiting to see the joke.
But Han Xiuming smiled when he opened the first page of the agricultural cooperative's account book.
The signatures of the handlers were all blank, and the remarks column read: With the coordination of Representative Kim's office, the investigation is suspended.
A branch office of the penal colony hides a whole network that dominates Daegu.
Account books, pistols, Congressman Kim's capital flow, Daegu Construction's bottom line...
He followed this line all the way to the deepest level of power.
Weeds that turn the world upside down can also grow in the penal colony.
Many years later...
Han Xiuming sat on the leather chair in the special search department, looking at the trembling plutocrats and beauties in front of him, with a sneer on his lips.
"What I want is never just your money."
"It's still the crown on your head, and the... Woman beside you."
