"You know who it is."

"You said Lee Ji-eun." Xu Jun-hyuk shook his head slightly: "Will Ultraman really not hurt innocent people when fighting?"

"What did Ultraman save?"

"Some consequences are more miserable, so they may not be filmed on TV. After all, they are all ages. Politics also require sacrifice. Of course, it is the sacrifice of others. No one will pay attention to the mood of the victim, but only what the victim brings to people after his death."

"What did her sacrifice bring to you? Network of connections? Or reputation? It was already bad when you made your choice, and no one would use you again."

"I have my own means." "For us who are determined to climb to the top of food, we must not be ruthless. Our world only has one rule, the strong prey on the weak. If a person wants to fight, the motivation does not come from respect, but fear. What? Have you felt fear?"

"I realized it, I was very scared. I was just a little lamb, but my eyes were full of lions, and these guys wanted to pounce on me and eat me."

"Senior, are you afraid? Just a prosecutor, in the eyes of some big shots, anyone can bully you. So in your eyes, you can naturally bully Lee Ji-en."

"But what about your fiancée, senior? Can you bully your fiancée as a big man? You only treat your own treasures as human beings. Isn't others even better than weeds on your side? Isn't this a modern society?" Lin Zhexin's tone was calm, but the words in his language were as insulting as ever: "When you do something, won't you judge others by yourself?"

"When will you judge others by yourself? Then you say this."

Lin Zhexun nodded slightly, turning his head with some understanding: "Oh? So, is there something pitiful about the hateful person who caused all this? Senior, what are the difficulties, too?"

Of course, he wouldn't really think that Seo Junhyuk would confess everything to him like this, and continued to sneer: "But don't forget, where are you no older than me, my lamb senior."

"Senior Lamb? Hahahaha!" Xu Junhe was too lazy to pretend to be a character now. He had a hint of mocking on his face and murmured, "Really? I don't believe it."

......

I don't believe it...I don't believe it!

After the partition, a passionate woman bit herself tightly and applied light red lipstick. The nails she had just made had completely disappeared into her palms, and even fake nails had broken some inadvertently.

There is no metaphor to describe my desire to tear this person behind me.

This disgusting face, coupled with the previous ridicule of her costume, has caused Li Zhien to fall into a stage of seeking a knife and dying with the other party.

However, her slightly cold hands made her feel clear.

Jung Soo-yeon was also frosty at this time, but her eyes were filled with warnings to Lee Ji-eun's calming down.

Lee Ji-eun looked at Jessie Chan, who was looking at her with an enemy look just now.

But Jung Soo-yeon raised her index finger and put it beside her mouth, and her cold eyes continued to listen to Lin Zhexun's conversation with all the culprits.

......

"You mean you and I are lambs?"

"certainly."

"Lin Zhexun, why are you so naive?" Xu Junhe suppressed his desire to laugh and looked at his junior brother jokingly: "Do you know who the one was just now?"

How could Lin Zhexun know that it was just staring at Xu Junhe's sarcastic face.

"That's Prosecutor Kim Kwang-jung, or the Minister of the Special Inspection Department of the Seoul Higher Procuratorate, Minister Kim Kwang-jung." Seo Jun-hyuk clasped his hands together on his chest, and looked like a devout believer. With the smile on his face, he looked a little sick and filled with extremely gloating: "It's also Minister Kim Kwang-jung who is preparing to roll you and your father out of the Procuratorate."

Jin Guangjun...

Lin Zhexun closed his eyes and repeated the familiar name in his mouth.

The time returned to the afternoon of New Year's Day, the Lin family.

Mother Lo Hye Young put his fingers over there and counted the places of the confidants of the Prosecutor General Han Sang-da: "Han Sang-da has been in the Prosecutor's Office for so many years, and you are the only ones under him. You are now kicked out of Seoul by him. Song Hae-in was transferred to the Eastern District Prosecutor to be the Prosecutor General. Lee Chang-jun went to the Busan District Prosecutor to be the Deputy Chief, and continued to cycle. Kim Kwang-jun was transferred from the Busan District Prosecutor and became the Minister of the Seoul High Prosecutor."

......

That day pushed the time back for more than ten minutes...

I was grinding my father respectfully next to me, and the four big words "The Sages of the People" on the desk were drying on the desktop:

"So, is Jin Guangjun going to attack you in this matter?"

"Jin Guangjun is against me on the surface, maybe he has participated. But there are too many people who are motivated to attack me. Some people firmly believe that 'the enemy's enemy is their friend', for example, this." Lin Mingxiu pointed to Lin Zhexin's newspapers on the table and smiled coldly.

"The Central Daily News...Samsung? Samsung has a grudge against you?"

"It's not Samsung, I have no grudges with Samsung. The Central Daily News is biased towards the economic world."

Flanked in the economic world? Samsung and the Central Daily News have always been favored by liberal economicism, so they have always praised the current owner of the Blue House. Lin Zhexun's heart began to feel sad again: "Grand Commander? Your senior? At this time, you are provoking an internal fight with Jin Guangjun? Are you preparing for the general election now? You and your senior surnamed Li..."

Lin Mingxiu was stunned. Unexpectedly, his son's unexpected answer, he still responded: "My relationship with senior is not as good as Han Xiangda, but it is much better than Jin Guangjun. Otherwise, I will be the one who takes the position of Attorney General."

......

So that's it, so that's it.

Lin Zhexun suddenly opened his eyes, and his murderous intent was already covered with Tong Ren.

The killing game has begun. Everything in the newspaper is the final killing move, the guillotine shining on the high platform. And I have been pressed to the execution ground, waiting for this trip to China to tie myself up and fix myself.

Everything started early without expectation. The execution of myself was on this trip to China. I brought myself to China in order to prevent accidents.

He turned his head and said that at this moment, he was not anxious when he knew the other party's strong background at his parents' home, nor was he as froze because of the evil fire as yesterday.

It was very calm at this moment, with heartbeat, breathing, hormones in the brain. Everything was as usual, even more stable than before.

Seeing Lin Zhexun's unchanged appearance, Xu Junhe was a little dissatisfied. He wanted to see Lin Zhexun crying and beg for mercy. But it really made him feel uncomfortable if he didn't have any expression.

"What? What do you feel after seeing the executioner who was executed? Are you scared to death? Or do you feel like you are the only one-month-old lamb who is only young, and you want to get back to your womb for comfort?"

Xu Junhe stood up, walked in front of Lin Zhexun in two steps, and then slowly squatted down and looked at Lin Zhexun's eyes. His eyes were no longer joking, but like a vulture looking down at the dying moon-old pussy:

"I heard that the hot pot in China is very good. Their northerners like to cut the meat of the lambs one by one and throw it into the hot pot. It seems to be delicious. This time Minister Jin is going to invite me to try it. Are you interested in going together? No, the slaughter of the lambs cannot be at home, otherwise the rams and ewes will make uneasy noises. So, in order to share the food with the hot pot, we need to slowly play with the lambs in a strange and quiet place."

He wanted to see some emotions in the other person's eyes, which could be fear, anger, despair, or even jokes like abnormal emotions.

However, I saw nothing, only a pair of indifferent and murderous eyes and a cold response:

"Yes, away game. Huaxia, I like this away game very well."

This response is a bit unsatisfactory, but it does not prevent the clown from continuing his performance: "I think it was the same when Louis XVI was sent to the guillotine he designed. I heard that he was very calm, just like you."

"What illusion makes you think you are the French people? And what illusion does it mean that I am the 'Father of the United States?'"

Father of the United States? Louis XVI?

Xu Junhe blinked, not understanding what this was beyond common sense.

"Are you going crazy?"

"It seems that the history of the seniors is not good."

"Then let's say whatever you want." Xu Junhe shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid some people think they have learned about China after reading a few books."

"You know me very well."

"Of course, after all, over the past year I have been together, I have learned a lot of your habits and a lot of your behaviors in speaking and doing things."

At this moment, Lin Zhexun finally had an expression, but instead of the excitement in expectation, there was only a smile, but the sarcasm could be seen: "Sure enough, the opposite friend is the most terrible enemy."

Xu Junhe frowned slightly, but the next second his face changed into a helpless smile: "What do you mean, do you understand me too?"

"So, you think you understand me, but do you really understand me?" Lin Zhexun put down the corner of his mouth again, as if the sneer just now did not exist: "Xu Junhe, do you think I am really afraid?"

Xu Junhe's bitter smile did not change in the end, but he just shook his head slightly and gave his high school junior the last remark:

"Anyway, don't have an accident in China. Be careful, my good junior."

Then he raised his hands and tied the button that he had just unbuttoned because he sat down again. He turned around and walked towards the VIP lounge manager who was respectful not far away, just like a very loyal dog.
Chapter completed!