Looking at the reactions of the people around him, Han Jae-im seemed quite displeased.
His eyes, previously half-closed in the comfort of the massage, suddenly widened as he bellowed at them, "Do you really think it's so easy to become a Prosecutor?"
"Either!"
"Become one of mine, and I will give you everything you want."
"Or get the hell out of here."
"Thud~~!"
A few growls of rage.
One of the five young people present couldn't withstand the pressure and collapsed to his knees, pleading in a tearful voice, "Chief... Chief Prosecutor Han!"
"I.... I..."
"Can I drop out~~!"
Clearly, the task Han Jae-im had set for them was far from simple.
Otherwise, a young man wouldn't be frightened into kneeling on the ground and begging to withdraw.
"Waste!"
"Scram!"
Han Jae-im coldly eyed the young man, then with a wave of his hand dismissed him.
For the young man, who was already scared stiff, Han Jae-im's icy words sounded like music from heaven.
