"Mr. Cui, we meet again,"
the prosecutor's office.
Che Changmin put down a cup of tea and pushed it over.
"The last time I saw Prosecutor Che, must've been four or five years ago, when you were still in Gwangju before transferring to Seoul."
Cui Zaiye's smile was serene.
"Mr. Cui has a good memory,"
Che Changmin sat down.
Cui Zaiye picked up the cup of tea, "Prosecutor Che reaching out to me, what's the matter? You know, I'm pretty busy and I'm afraid I don't have much time."
"Understood."
Che Changmin's attitude was friendly, "Then I'll make a long story short. A few days ago, there was a riot; over a hundred thugs ignored the laws and regulations, indulging in a reckless and bloody brawl, resulting in serious casualties."
"Oh?"
Cui Zaiye, who was sipping his drink, raised an eyebrow in surprise, "That happened?"
"Mr. Cui is a well-known figure in Seoul. Such a big incident, and you hadn't heard about it?"
