The Devil Judge [BL Version]

The next day, the news of Yo-han's apparent suicide had spread like wildfire. It seemed like the world was devouring the headlines that proclaimed him as guilty of his numerous wrongdoings. His name was plastered across every news outlet, his downfall the topic of countless conversations. The public was divided between those who mourned the loss of a once-celebrated figure and those who reveled in the fall of a man they considered a monster.

In her dimly lit room, Sun-ah sat on the edge of her bed, her face hidden behind a veil of despair. Her trembling hands clutched the remote control as she switched off the television.

"It's fine," she whispered to herself, her voice almost inaudible. "It's fine because I was going to kill him anyway."

On the other side of the city, the members of the Special Revenge Force (SRF) gathered in a clandestine meeting room, their expressions a mixture of relief and triumph.

"It's finally over," one of the SRF men murmured, his words echoing the sentiments of the room.

"This is a momentous occasion," he began, his tone uncertain. "Perhaps it's time to mark our victory."

He suggested holding an event in Yo-han's courtroom, a symbolic gesture to commemorate their triumph. The idea hung in the air, the room filled with mixed reactions.

Some nodded in agreement, while others exchanged wary glances. Yo-han's courtroom had been a place of suffering for many, a dark chapter in their lives that they had struggled to close.

On the other side of the city, Ga-On's eyes fluttered open as he slowly regained consciousness. His vision was hazy, but it quickly cleared to reveal familiar faces by his bedside.

Elijah, the housekeeper and Yo-Han's lackey were gathered around him, their expressions a mix of relief and concern.

The moment Ga-On was awake, his first question burst forth, filled with urgency and determination, "Did you catch Sun-ah and Justice Min? I'll catch them myself." He made an attempt to hop out of bed, but the grip of Yo-Han's lackey, who struggled to hold him back, was surprisingly strong.

Elijah's tears flowed freely, and her voice quivered with heartbreak as she sought answers, "Why, Ga-On? Why did you do it?"

"Elijah, it's not Ga-On's fault. He was misguided by Justice Min." Lackey's words were an attempt to console her, to remind her that Ga-On, too, had been ensnared in the complex web of deceit and manipulation orchestrated by those in power.

"I will make them pay," Ga-On cried, his frustration and helplessness weighing on him. The emotions overwhelmed him, and he suddenly fainted, his body giving way. But before he could touch the floor, the loyal subordinate was there, cradling him.

"We are working on it, please do not do anything. Our team in the background is working," the lackey reassured him.

"He needs rest," the housekeeper said, concern etched on her face. 

Later that night, as the moon hung high in the sky, Ga-On slowly regained consciousness. He observed the housekeeper, who had fallen asleep on the bedside couch, snoring softly.

With careful precision, Ga-On made his way out of the mansion, determined to take matters into his own hands.

He went to the basement parking, and, with a sense of urgency, he meticulously searched for the tracker that he knew Elijah must have discreetly placed on the vehicle. Once located, he disposed it.

Ga-On then drove away from the mansion, leaving the secrecy and security of the place behind. He had a mission: to uncover the answers, bring those who had caused Yo-Han's downfall to account.