Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 283, Section 29: Pity is Dead
Park Min-woo's voice echoed clearly through the microphone in the solemn courtroom.

"I'm willing to give the law one last chance."

"And this will only happen once."

The air froze as soon as the words were spoken.

The audience, the bailiffs, and even Lee Soo-yeon on the judge's bench and Kim Mi-na on the prosecutor's bench all paused for a moment.

A blank look first appeared on each face, then was replaced by an indescribable, strange expression.

It was an expression that mixed astonishment, absurdity, and undisguised disdain, as if one had heard an ant say it wanted to challenge a human, a one-on-one fight.

Three seconds of dead silence followed.

"Pfft-"

In the back row of the gallery, someone couldn't hold back and let out a suppressed chuckle. In the pitch-black environment, it was quite noticeable.

Immediately afterwards, as if a fuse had been lit, low, suppressed snickers quickly spread.

Some covered their mouths, their shoulders trembling. Others grinned, making no attempt to hide the mockery in their eyes.

A stylish young woman even rolled her eyes dramatically, tapped her temple lightly with her brightly painted nails, and mouthed to her companion that she was out of her mind.

Does he know what he's saying?

"Opportunity? He's a confirmed rapist. Give the law a chance? If the law hadn't given him a chance, he would have been beaten to death long ago."

"A cheap trick, what a joke."

On the prosecutor's bench, Kim Mina put down her water glass, turned her head to the side, and elegantly covered the corners of her upturned mouth with the back of her hand, but her curved eyebrows and slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her mood at that moment.

She leaned closer to her young assistant, lowered her voice, and said in a volume only the two of them could hear, "I can write about this case in my memoirs later."

His tone was full of the superiority of a victor, and his assistant nodded in agreement, a fawning smile on his lips.

In their eyes, Park Min-woo had gone mad; otherwise, who did he think he was? In the Southern Dynasty, whether you were Park Min-woo or Commander Yoon, you would ultimately be subject to legal punishment.

Lee Soo-yeon's lips twitched almost imperceptibly; the absurdity brought on by Park Min-woo nearly made her laugh. But she quickly suppressed it with her strong professionalism, cleared her throat, and made her eyes as authoritative as possible.

Park Min-woo's remarks were nothing more than the ravings of a desperate man.

Evidence? The other party had collected it like an ironclad fortress. Of course, she knew there was something fishy going on, because someone had already spoken to her beforehand, so she naturally knew which side to choose.

For her, standing on the side of right and doing the right thing is more important.

As for investigating the victims? In sensitive cases involving sex crimes, it's tantamount to suicide, and most police officers are unwilling to get involved in such a mess.

The weight of the truth is far less important than procedural justice and the overwhelming public opinion.

He has only himself to blame for being stupid and falling into someone else's carefully designed trap. Anyone else would have ended up the same way.

"quiet!"

Lee Soo-yeon slammed her gavel down, the crisp sound of which silenced the snickers in the courtroom.

She picked up the prepared verdict and said in a calm voice:

"This court hereby declares the defendant, Park Min-woo, guilty of attempted rape. Based on his lack of remorse, he is sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment."

Boom!
The gavel fell again, signaling the final verdict taking effect.

Fifteen years is quite a stretch.

A man in a suit in the audience shook his head after hearing this. He was the lawyer Kim who had previously consulted with Park Min-woo. He had been commissioned by the federation to come and check on the situation.

Originally, he estimated that it would only take ten years at most, but now that his attitude has been seized upon, he has no reason not to increase the pressure. He has a valid reason and evidence, and no one can say anything about it.

It would be much better if the case were heard in a western district court, where they have their own people.

However, since it was Park Min-woo who refused the lawyer, there was nothing he could say. In his opinion, once the other party was released, he would definitely do something reckless.

He got up and left a little early. After all, this case had attracted a lot of attention, and many people came. The audience seats were almost full, mostly white-collar women or female students.

"Good, well said!"

"Trash should stay in jail!"

"Fifteen years is too short! He should be sentenced to twenty years!"

Several sharp cheers erupted from the audience, filled with intense excitement. A young girl wearing a T-shirt with a fingertip cosmic gesture printed on it stood up excitedly and waved her fist vigorously.

Kim Mina smiled with a triumphant smile, elegantly adjusting her collar as if she had just finished a brilliant performance.

She slightly raised her chin and unabashedly cast a smug glance at Park Min-woo in the dock. Yet another loser, or rather, a trophy, had fallen to her, and this would not be the last.

The last glimmer of light in Park Min-woo's eyes was completely extinguished.

He stood there quietly, observing the different expressions on everyone's faces. Each of them had their own stance and their own chain of interests.

He cannot prove his innocence at this moment, but by the same token, they cannot prove their own impartiality.

They can judge me, and I can judge them.

Given this, he no longer cares to distinguish who was upholding procedural justice and who was the perpetrator who knowingly pushed him into innocence.

Two bailiffs stepped forward, preparing to escort him back to the detention center.

Just as their hands were about to touch Park Min-woo's arm.

A violent aura suddenly erupted from Park Min-woo's thin body.

He suddenly jerked his arms, his muscles bulging, and with a crisp metallic crack, the handcuffs snapped like toys, the broken steel rings shooting out to both sides, breaking the waist-high defendant's column.

Before the two bailiffs could even react, before they could even form a look of shock, their vision blurred and two iron-like hands were already pressing down on the back of their necks, forcefully slamming them against the fence.

boom!
The force was so great that it seemed to shake the entire courtroom. The fence shattered, and the two bailiffs didn't even utter a sound; their bodies slumped to the ground like boneless snakes, sinking into the deepest peace.

All this happened in a flash of lightning.

Judge Lee Soo-yeon was tidying up the documents on the table when Kim Mi-na turned around triumphantly to leave her seat. They hadn't even had time to turn their heads halfway back; their minds were still in a blank state, processing the sudden situation before them.

After dealing with the bailiffs, Park Min-woo pushed off the ground and instantly flipped over the low barrier.

He took a few large strides and landed steadily on the long table of the judge's bench with a thud. He looked down at Lee Soo-yeon, exuding a chilling aura. Beneath his prison uniform, which was stained with dark red blood, his muscles seemed to writhe as if they were alive.

"you--"

Lee Soo-yeon was enveloped by Park Min-woo's shadow; her pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from her face rapidly.

Almost instinctively, her right hand trembled as she reached under the table for the emergency button she had never thought she would actually use.

But Park Min-woo was faster than her.

Without the slightest hesitation in his eyes, he leaned forward, stretched out one foot, and stomped hard on Lee Soo-yeon's outstretched wrist.

Click!

The crisp sound of bone cracking.

"what--!!!"

Lee Soo-yeon had never experienced anything like this before. She let out a scream that distorted her voice. She gripped her broken right wrist tightly with her left hand. The excruciating pain made her instinctively try to pull her hand away, but the slightest movement caused large beads of sweat to immediately cover her forehead.

Tears and snot flowed uncontrollably at the same time, mixing with sweat and smearing all over her meticulously made-up face.

The others only then realized what was happening, and the entire courtroom erupted in chaos. "Assault! Someone has committed assault!"

"Where are the police?!"

The clerk who was closest to the clerk was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, documents scattered all over the floor. He crawled backward on his hands and feet, his crotch quickly becoming soaked and emitting a foul stench.

The crowd in the gallery screamed and shoved, rushing towards the exits like headless flies.

The two bailiffs standing guard at the entrance tried to get their weapons, but were blocked by the chaotic crowd.

Kim Mina's expression shifted as she sat in the prosecutor's seat. Her smugness had vanished completely. Her legs went weak, her high heels twisted, and she stumbled, almost falling.

She grabbed her assistant's arm in a panic and cried out in a shrill voice, "Quick! Take me away!"

However, her assistant, the young woman who had just been mocking Park Min-woo with her, now only showed the instinct for survival on her face.

She shook off Jin Mina's hand, even shoving her hard as if she were in the way, and rushed into the crowd without saying a word.

Jin Mina staggered backward from the sudden push and fell heavily to the ground!
Her carefully styled hair was completely disheveled, her shirt was torn, her skirt was covered in dust, and one of her high heels was missing.

A piercing pain shot through her ankle, but she couldn't care less at that moment. Overwhelmed by fear, her mind went blank, and she could only scramble backward, trying to get away from the man who had suddenly lunged at her.

Park Min-woo's gaze swept across the chaotic courtroom, finally settling on Lee Soo-yeon's face, who was convulsing in excruciating pain and tears streaming down her face.

He desperately wanted to torture the woman who had sealed his fate, bit by bit, in the most cruel way. But time was running out.

There's an even better person to torture.

He bent down and picked up the hardwood gavel, a symbol of judicial authority, from the ground. It was heavy and felt cool to the touch.

Then, he raised the hand that was stepping on Lee Soo-yeon.

Lee Soo-yeon seemed to sense something was amiss. Looking up at Park Min-woo, her eyes, filled with tears and fear, held only a desperate plea: "Please, please don't. I just pressed..."

Park Min-woo, expressionless, raised his arm high, gripping the gavel tightly. With all the resentment and ruthlessness that had accumulated over this period, he slammed it down hard towards Lee Soo-yeon's temple!

boom!
The first time!
A dull thud mixed with the cracking of bones caused Lee Soo-yeon's head to snap to one side, her eyes instantly bulging and bloodshot.

The gavel head broke off at the connection with the handle, and the head rolled to the ground.

Park Min-woo didn't pause, as if he didn't see the bloodied, sharp wooden handle that was now only half remaining in his hand. He raised it again and slammed it down again and again!

Bang bang bang! !
Park Min-woo's palm was pierced by the sharp splinter from the broken wooden handle, and blood, indistinguishable between friend and foe, flowed down his wrist, but he was completely unaware of it.

He only stopped his mechanical and violent movements when the broken handle in his hand was completely shattered into several small pieces of wood.

The screams inside the courtroom had turned into hysterical wailing and vomiting.

People scrambled and crawled, desperate to escape this bloody hell.

Covered in blood, Park Min-woo slowly stood up, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood.

He shook the blood and sawdust off his hands, his gaze piercing through the chaotic fleeing crowd, instantly locking onto Kim Mina, who was slumped in the corner, her legs soaked, her hair disheveled, and only fear and blankness remained.

She met Park Min-woo's gaze, her body trembled violently, and her lips quivered as she tried to beg for mercy: "Spare me!"

Park Min-woo strode toward her, each step leaving a bloody footprint and making a sticky sound.

Finally, in Kim Mina's desperate, wide-open pupils, it rapidly magnified before her eyes.

"Uh--"

Before she could even begin to beg for mercy, the fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed into her jaw.

Kim Mina's vision went black, she instantly lost consciousness, and collapsed to the ground.

Using his body as cover, Park Min-woo secretly slipped a blood-red gelatinous substance between his fingers the instant their fists made contact, and precisely flicked it into her mouth, which had sagged from the blow.

The thing went inside and vanished without a trace.

Now, only one final step remains.

Bang bang!

It was the bailiff who got the gun, its smoking muzzle trembling as it was pointed at him.

Despite being shot several times, Park Min-woo felt nothing. He stopped looking at Kim Min-na and the bailiffs on the ground, turned around, and rushed into the dwindling crowd.

His movements were as fast as a ghost; every seemingly angry punch and every seemingly casual shove was cleverly used as cover.

One tiny fragment after another, concealed by his body, were unknowingly fed into the target's mouth.

In order to confuse the public, he did not target only any specific individual.

Several bailiffs and passersby who blocked his way and tried to stop him were either snapped in the neck or knocked unconscious without mercy, their bodies lying in pools of blood.

These split bodies can deform and thin out, perfectly integrating into the host body and avoiding conventional X-ray detection.

This is information he verified himself during his routine medical examination at the detention center this morning.

All the actions looked like they took a long time, but in reality they only took two or three minutes.

At this moment, the special operations team, fully armed and carrying riot shields and rifles, finally arrived.

When they rushed into the courtroom through the special passage and saw the scene before them, they couldn't help but gasp and feel a chill run down their spines.

They had never seen such an exaggerated scene before.

The judge's bench was a mess.

Corpses and unconscious individuals lay scattered across the floor. Blood pooled in streams, flowing freely across the ground, the heavy stench of blood filling every corner, suffocating the senses.

In the heart of this bloody hell stood a gaunt man, covered in blood, looking like a demon.

He slowly turned around, his blood-stained face expressionless, except for his eyes, which coldly scanned the intruding special agents.

In those eyes, there was no madness, no fear, only an abyss devoid of emotion and expectation.

Without any warning, the on-site commander immediately ordered to open fire.

Park Min-woo had already taken down all the hostages nearby, so there was no better opportunity than this.

Gunfire erupted as Park Min-woo charged towards the special operations team, braving the bullets.

Amidst the hail of bullets, his body was torn apart, but after taking a few steps forward, he finally lost control of his body as his head was repeatedly struck.

He was a pile of rotten flesh, lying on the ground, with only the instinctive twitching of his nerves remaining.

At this moment, however, his true will was no longer in this body.

The gunfire stopped, and the special operations team slowly and cautiously approached, but dared not move their guns away.

Only after confirming Park Min-woo's death did the on-site commander breathe a sigh of relief, his face still showing lingering fear, and he slowly exclaimed in surprise.

"Is this still human?"

　Unlike Hong Kong, where the docks are fully enclosed with iron railings, those in South Korea are mostly made of wood with half-height railings.

　　The AI ​​search revealed that South Korean courts have special special task forces and dedicated channels, allowing for direct access in case of emergencies. It's hard to verify the authenticity of this information, so let's accept it for now.

　　I'm really afraid I'll get banned for these chapters, but don't be afraid to write, and if you're afraid, don't write. If I get banned, I'll revise them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)