The Genius Grandson of the Loan King - Chapter 9 (9/840)
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Young Master, are you alright?
The students, covered in blood, were urgently taken to the hospital.
The vice-principal, flustered, seemed to be making a phone call somewhere.
"Yes, Prosecutor. Yes, yes. I will do that."
While the other student and Hong Jinpyo were admitted for treatment, I was taken to the police station as soon as my basic treatment was over. And then... I was locked in a holding cell.
Hyun-seong's father visited the holding cell.
"Mu-hyuk, this is not a case I can cover up this time. I'm sorry."
"No, Father."
"The other side is not good. They seem to be trying to send you away, even bringing up old matters. It looks like the chief is already investigating."
"What about Grandmother?"
Hyun-seong's father and Officer Park looked at me with pity.
"Min-su and Hyun-seong are staying with Grandmother. Don't worry about her... just worry about yourself. It's a really big deal."
"Father, can I make one phone call?"
"Huh?"
"Please let me make one call."
Surprised by my sudden request, Hyun-seong's father thought for a moment, then opened the holding cell door and led me to the phone.
"I can't give you much time. Be quick."
"Yes."
I took the phone and called Manager Ha.
After a few rings, there was a click, and Manager Ha's voice came through.
"Yes, this is Pyeongchang-dong."
"Manager Ha, it's Mu-hyuk."
"The chairman is meeting someone right now. If it's not urgent, can you tell me what it is?"
"Um... I have a problem."
"A problem?"
"Well... I'll explain briefly, but Manager Ha, don't ask why it happened this way."
"Where are you now?"
"I'm at the Busan Jung District Police Station."
"Understood. I'll report to the chairman and come right away."
"Yes, please do."
I hung up the phone.
"Who was that?"
"Someone who works with my grandfather. He's on his way. We'll have to wait and see."
"Right now... I heard that Hong Jinpyo's father is coming here. Damn, you had to pick the son of a prosecutor to mess with."
"I'm fine. I'll handle it. Don't worry about me and get into trouble. Do you understand?"
"...I'm sorry."
"I know you've always cleaned up after us. I'm grateful for everything you've done."
With a dark expression, Hyun-seong's father left, and I returned to the holding cell.
The musty smell of the blanket and the stench from the small toilet on the wall made it hard to breathe.
How much time had passed?
In the holding cell without a clock, I was organizing my thoughts when the door opened and people rushed in.
"Attention!"
"Who is it?"
"Over there..."
The finger of the guard who was watching the holding cell pointed in my direction. The man who followed the finger approached me, smirking.
He seemed to be Hong Jinpyo's father.
"Open the door."
"But..."
"Hey! Open it. Don't you know who I am?"
The police chief acted like a servant. Eventually, the guard opened the holding cell door.
As he entered the holding cell, he immediately covered his nose.
"Ah, damn. What's that smell?"
"That's how holding cells are."
"Bring this kid out."
"Yes."
Hong Jinpyo's father couldn't stand it for more than ten seconds and left the holding cell.
Led by the police, I was taken to him.
"Is it you? Did you make my son's arm crippled?"
"Did his arm really get crippled? It happened during the fight. I was alone, and Jinpyo's side had over ten people. Why was I the only one arrested?"
"What?"
"Isn't that right? Anyone can see I was attacked by a group. Why was I the only one arrested? And who are you to come into a holding cell like this?"
Hong Jinpyo's father laughed sarcastically.
"Hah, this kid is amusing. Let's see how long you can keep talking so clearly. Chief Kim, take this kid to the interrogation room."
"What? He's still a minor."
"Take him! I'll handle it. It's no big deal to teach this kid a lesson. Take him to the interrogation room."
"...Understood."
"Hey, go and find out who I am. Got it?"
The chief followed him, and a few detectives nearby nodded.
"Hah... He wants me to take this kid to the interrogation room. Damn, what a mess. I'm sorry."
But they had no choice but to follow the order and took me to the interrogation room, the farthest corner of the police station.
In the interrogation room, only Jinpyo's father and I were left.
"Name."
"Kim Mu-hyuk."
After a brief introduction, he got straight to the point.
"Why did you do it? I heard you've been famous for a while. Did you really have to send those kids to the hospital?"
I thought he would yell at me because he was a former public prosecutor.
Of course, it was too early to let my guard down.
"I was just defending myself."
"Hahaha, amusing. Do you know where you are? This is a place where even healthy people crawl out. Let's see how long you can keep talking logically. I'll ask again. Why did you do it?"
"My friend was being taken away, so I went to save him. Then, Jinpyo and his friends suddenly attacked me with baseball bats. I had no choice but to fight back. Did I do something wrong?"
"...Let's see how you handle this."
Jinpyo's father took off his watch, stood up, and shouted outside.
"Hey! Come in."
Two burly men entered.
"Grab him."
The detectives grabbed my arms.
Unable to move, Jinpyo's father slapped me several times. The wounds that had been treated and weren't bleeding started to bleed again, and I tasted blood in my mouth.
"Say it again. Why did you do it?"
"It was self-defense."
"Hahaha, this kid has some guts. Hey! Give him a beating. We'll start after that."
The two detectives pushed me into the corner of the interrogation room and started kicking me randomly.
The beating continued for a few minutes. I held back my screams and curled up as much as I could.
"Still don't want to talk?"
Jinpyo's father laughed while smoking.
"Keep beating him until he begs for mercy. Don't knock him out like an amateur."
"Yes!"
A few more minutes passed. When I could barely move, the kicks stopped.
"Stop and sit him down."
I was forced back into the chair.
My face was covered in blood. Seeing this, Jinpyo's father frowned and threw a tissue at me.
"Wipe it. It's disgusting."
I tore the tissue and wiped the blood from my face.
But once, twice, three times... the blood from my head and mouth wouldn't stop.
"Say it again. Why did you do it?"
"It was... self... defense."
I couldn't speak clearly because of the wounds in my mouth.
"Hah... I'm going crazy. You're just hurting yourself by resisting. Do you understand? I'm asking you one last time. You attacked those kids unilaterally, with a weapon. Is that right, or not?"
"I told the truth."
Jinpyo's father chuckled.
"Damn, you're bringing back old memories. Hey, tie him to the chair. We need to do this properly."
"What? Really tie him?"
"Don't make me say it twice. Are you ignoring me too? Do I look weak just because I came to Busan?"
"No, no. Understood."
The detectives tied me to the chair with a rope and pulled my hands onto the table.
"From now on, whatever you imagine, it will be worse. So, you're Kim Mu-hyuk, right? This is your own doing. Don't blame anyone."
He took the needle from the detective and approached me. The two detectives held my wrists tightly.
"Beep! Beep! Follow, follow, follow!"
Jinpyo's father, humming to himself, brought the needle to my left middle finger.
"It's going in! Bite this hard. You'll bite your tongue."
Just as the needle was about to enter, the interrogation room door opened, and the chief, panting, rushed in.
"Stop! Stop!"
"What? Why are you here?"
"Sir, it's... "
Behind the chief, a man entered.
"...Senior?"
Jinpyo's father tilted his head.
The man who entered the interrogation room looked at me, then approached Jinpyo's father.
"What brings you here, Senior?"
Slap!
The man slapped Jinpyo's father's face.
"You crazy bastard! Do you think this is the Fifth Republic? And you're doing this to a minor?"
"No, Senior. You shouldn't have slapped me. Please explain."
"Don't act like you don't know. I don't want to be finished too. Do you know whose grandson you messed with? If you knew, you wouldn't have done this."
Jinpyo's father, holding his cheek, looked bewildered.
Another person entered the interrogation room. It was Yun Chang-ho, the chief prosecutor of the Busan Prosecutors' Office.
He sighed when he saw me.
"...Chief Hong."
Did he finally realize something was seriously wrong? Jinpyo's father's voice trembled.
"Chief... Prosecutor Yun, why are you here...?"
"Do you have a complaint with me? If you want to die, do it alone. Why did you come to Busan and cause trouble? Don't you know I have to go to Seoul soon?"
"No... "
Meanwhile, the man who claimed to be a lawyer untied the ropes on my body.
"Hello, I'm Mun Su-ho, Kim Mu-hyuk's lawyer. Sent by Pyeongchang-dong."
"Ah... Thank you."
Mun Lawyer took out a handkerchief and silently stood by me until I finished wiping the blood.
On the side, Prosecutor Yun was scolding Jinpyo's father.
"Hey, there's a limit to how far you can go! How do you plan to handle a case where eleven people with weapons attacked one person? And you brought the victim to the interrogation room! Just for a student fight, the former head of the public security department got involved?"
"My son's arm is crippled, Prosecutor."
Jinpyo's father said, sounding aggrieved, but it only made Prosecutor Yun angrier.
"I always knew you'd cause trouble one day. It's because you spoiled Jinpyo! It's not just Jinpyo's arm; you're the one who's going to be crippled!"
"No, who is this kid to cause such trouble? Even Senior Mun and Prosecutor Yun... "
"Didn't you know? I doubt anyone would do this if they knew. He's the grandson of the chairman of Pyeongchang-dong. The grandson of Chairman Cheon!"
"What?"
Jinpyo's father's face turned pale.
"No way... I didn't hear anything like that when I investigated."
"Would I come all the way here just to play with you? And Senior Mun too? How do you plan to take responsibility for this?"
Jinpyo's father finally realized the situation and looked at me with an anxious expression.
I smiled brightly at him, despite my swollen face.
'You're finished, kid.'
I didn't say it out loud, but his face turned ashen.
A little while later, Manager Ha arrived, less than seven hours after I called. He looked at my face and his expression turned grim.
"Young Master, are you alright?"
Manager Ha, who had always called me 'Mu-hyuk' and never 'Young Master,' called me 'Young Master.'
Manager Ha is Chairman Cheon's confidant. His words are as good as the chairman's.
"Chief Prosecutor, and Chief, I will never forget this. Our chairman will repay you soon."
At Manager Ha's words, the faces of the police chief and Prosecutor Yun, who were standing there helplessly, turned pale.
"Lawyer Mun, can we take him to the hospital?"
"Yes, I'll handle the rest."
"Thank you. Young Master, let's go to the hospital. You have many injuries."
I grabbed Manager Ha's arm, which was trying to support me.
"Just a moment, can you all step outside? Just for one minute. I have something to say to Jinpyo's father."
"...Yes."
Manager Ha looked at Lawyer Mun, who then led the others out. In the interrogation room, only Manager Ha, I, and Jinpyo's father were left.
"Uncle."
"..."
"Remember, when you use your petty power to trample on others, there's always someone with more power. Well, you won't have that petty power anymore. Thanks to you, I learned something valuable. I'll repay you for what you taught me. Look forward to it."
I took in the throbbing wounds, the needle rolling on the table, and Jinpyo's father's devastated expression.
I felt wronged, in pain, and disgusted.
In my previous life, Min-su must have felt this way.