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The materials Jo Sang-nim uploaded began to spread far and wide overnight.
People were able to figure out who she was through the video and audio files, and the top-secret contents regarding the new city development were enough to buy their anger.
It had truly become a huge hot issue.
Around dawn, an emergency maintenance notice appeared on the Daejeon City Hall homepage, and it became inaccessible. Because the free bulletin board was overflowing, they had blocked access on purpose.
However, by that time, it had already spread not only to YouTube but also to specific sites. Considering it had spread even there, it could be considered finished.
All the BJs swarmed in like bees, began to dig into the corruption, and started to tear it apart, and all kinds of additional evidence began to emerge on specific sites.
They had used anonymity to join in the exposure themselves.
Naturally, the fire began to spread even to the Daejeon Mayor, and the Mayor’s immorality, evil deeds, illegalities, and true face were being exposed in real-time.
And finally, morning arrived.
From dawn, the police had already raided the Mayor’s ex-wife’s house, and the prosecution had received a warrant and began to conduct a search and seizure of the Daejeon City Hall.
Although it had not yet been reported on the news, dozens of BJs and reporters had caught the scent and rushed in, and we were able to watch the situation while looking at the videos and photos being uploaded in real-time.
And an unexpected situation erupted.
The ex-wife was found dead at the Mayor’s ex-wife’s house with a rope tied around her neck. It was presumed to be suicide, but the details had to be investigated. This was because there was a sufficient concern of homicide.
Perhaps it was possible that the Mayor’s side had killed her to cut off the tail.
On the morning news, they called this incident the ‘Daejeon New City Development Leak Case’ and broadcast it extensively, and within one day, citizens across the country began to rise up.
Now, they were clamoring that not only Daejeon but also the regions where they lived should be investigated.
The Daejeon Mayor eventually stepped down from his position and began to undergo prosecution investigations.
Another thing the news focused on was the identity of the uploader.
Because the posts were uploaded via dozens of countries' IPs per second using a high-end multi-VPN, a.k.a. the ‘Hermer’ network, tracking was impossible.
There were countless speculations in the media, but as time passed, there was only one phrase on people’s lips. It was ‘Apostle of Justice’.
They began to be called ‘Jeong-sa’ for short.
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Two months later.
End of February. Late winter.
A certain 5-star hotel.
In the room, two women and one man were intertwined like snakes on the bed. The women’s moans and the dark, red lighting were heightening the atmosphere even more.
One woman was none other than Kang Jin-ah.
She was wearing restraints all over her body and was pinned at the very bottom.
Another man was none other than Choi Won-seok.
He was exciting the two women and wearing a snake-like, cunning smile, and he was immersed in pleasure while looking at the cameras installed on all sides.
Four cameras were filming the three people explicitly from the front, back, left, and right of the bed.
Lastly, one woman was none other than Lee Song-ha.
Na Hong-gu’s wife and a South Korean prosecutor.
She was currently enjoying a secret meeting with her third affair partner.
It had not even been three months since Yang Kyung-min died.
In truth, Lee Song-ha had a considerably strong perverse tendency; while investigating a fund fraud case, she met Choi Won-seok for witness questioning, and the two recognized each other at once. That they were people who would satisfy each other’s desires.
After finishing their business, Lee Song-ha and Choi Won-seok sat on a sofa with a panoramic view of the Seoul nightscape and smoked cigarettes with a glass of wine.
“How was today?”
“It was very satisfying.”
Lee Song-ha replied to Choi Won-seok’s question with an arrogant attitude.
It could only be that way because Lee Song-ha was a prosecutor and Choi Won-seok was a witness involved in fund fraud. The superior and subordinate positions were clearly established.
“By any chance, can you lend me a slave? I want to see her mating with my husband.”
Lee Song-ha asked while looking down at Kang Jin-ah, who was prostrate at her feet. Her face was twisted wickedly.
“Of course. Take her anytime.”
Choi Won-seok replied while wearing a cunning smile.
“Heh heh… She really is a dog that listens well. Ugh. Ptooey.”
Lee Song-ha stepped on Kang Jin-ah’s head with her foot and spat.
“Would you like to see the video recorded today? This is also another charm.”
“Good. Let’s play it.”
Lee Song-ha drank the wine in one gulp and turned her body toward the large TV.
Meanwhile, Kang Jin-ah, who was prostrate, had to grit her teeth and endure her disgrace. Choi Won-seok, who she had liked just fine at first, was also gradually sprouting seeds of hatred.
She didn't actually know. Why was she feeling these emotions? If things had gone as originally planned, she would have lived as a faithful dog to Choi Won-seok for the rest of her life.
However, this result was brought about because Na Hong-gu had continuously injected hatred toward Choi Won-seok using his Mental Control ability periodically.
In the room after all the games had ended and the two people had left.
Since the cleanup was also her share, while she was silently gathering the equipment, she took out the memory chip in the camera, plugged it into her mobile phone, copied the video, and then plugged it back into the camera.
As if nothing had happened.
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Eastern outskirts of Seoul.
There was a strange gym in the hillside slum in Ilim-dong.
It was a 2-story building that had been neatly remodeled, but strangely, it had not accepted any trainees for two months. They only kept saying it was preparing to open.
Kwon Deok-soon, the president of an international marriage agency, tilted his head and looked at the gym sign.
‘Now Gym.’
It was a name whose meaning was impossible to know. At least, it was certain that they had no intention of recruiting trainees at all.
“Come!”
He said while looking behind him discreetly. Behind him stood a Southeast Asian man who, judging by his build, was slightly small but looked solid as if he had exercised. Judging by the aura he exuded and his appearance, which also had quite a bit of charisma, he didn't seem to be an ordinary person.
Although a paper saying ‘Preparing to open’ was stuck to the gym door, Kwon Deok-soon opened the door and went inside without hesitation.
Inside, two men were hitting each other without rest.
Both men had slender bodies, but they were covered all over with minor muscles like armor.
Kwon Deok-soon’s face furrowed involuntarily.
“Director, I’m here.”
When he lowered his head lightly and made his presence known, Do-hwa and I stopped sparring, jumped over the ropes, and approached him.
“Is this the person?”
“His appearance is quite plausible. I like him.”
We exchanged conversation while carefully examining the Southeast Asian man. Then Kwon Deok-soon explained quickly.
“Since he is the person you chose yourself last time. Naturally, you would like him. Age 30, a whopping 7 wins in international Muay Thai competitions. Currently, he has retired from his athletic career and is doing whatever work he can to provide for his wife’s hospitalization expenses while she battles cancer.”
He continued speaking while rummaging through documents.
“While working, he learned some Korean, and he has no criminal record. He is very clean. Assuming he gets a job here, a 1-year visa can be issued, and if the employment period is extended, it can be continuously extended through application.”
“Good. Let’s sign the contract.”
Do-hwa said coolly.
“Yes. Then, please fill out the employment contract, and a gym business license is required. I will prepare the career and related certifications for athlete Quan…”
“President Kwon Deok-soon, please prepare it yourself.”
This time, too, Do-hwa said coolly.
However, Kwon Deok-soon could not be cool.
He narrowed his brow and began to pour out words as if arguing.
“No, President. It’s not like I’m an athlete broker. I run a marriage agency. I don't usually do this kind of work…”
“Would 20 million won be enough?”
When I asked as if it were a bother, Kwon Deok-soon, who had been standing crookedly with his hands on his waist, politely brought his two hands together in front and bowed deeply.
“I will do my best with all my heart and sincerity. Customer. I will prepare everything perfectly so that no troublesome matters occur at all. If necessary, I will take measures so that Quan’s wife can also be issued a visa for the purpose of cancer treatment and brought to Korea. Just say the word anytime.”
Kwon Deok-soon’s sales ability was unrivaled.
“Good. I’ll think about it.”
I nodded positively.
“Then I will leave first to prepare the documents. Shall I leave Quan here?”
“Yes. I’ve prepared all the household goods on the second floor, so there will be no problems living there.”
“Understood. Then I will prepare the documents and visit again tomorrow.”
Kwon Deok-soon bowed politely and went outside. I also opened the door wide to see him off. I had to maintain this level of courtesy.
Do-hwa had already started strength training inside.
Right then.
Vrooom! Screech—
A sleek, well-built foreign sports car stopped in front of the gym.
And a woman stepped out from the driver’s seat.
Despite it being winter, the person who appeared in revealing clothes, wearing dark sunglasses, and throwing her long, flowing hair back was none other than Jo Sang-nim.
“Ha! Do I have to come out every time you eat? I’m hungry. Let’s eat quickly.”
She said while coming up to the gym.
No, if she’s hungry, she should just eat by herself. I don't know why she comes to the gym every day.
Well, she doesn't eat if she’s alone, saying she has no appetite. I can't say anything either.
“Hehe. Hello. Madame…”
Kwon Deok-soon greeted with a goofy smile, but she lightly ignored him and stood in front of me.
“Why are you standing there blankly! I said I’m hungry?”
When she took off her sunglasses and stared intently, I said one word.
“I think I’ve told you ten times that the parking lot is behind the building. And how many times have I said that the car was bought to use when we work…”
“Ah, it’s a bother, your nagging is terrible. And they say if you save it, it turns into poop? You have to drive a car like this a lot. Hey, go park it.”
Jo Sang-nim threw the car keys to Kwon Deok-soon and went inside quickly.
“Ah, yes. Madame!”
Kwon Deok-soon kept grinning and got into the car to park it.
It was a moment where even he himself was confused about whether he was a marriage agency or a valet parking service.