“Young man! Are you insane or what? Answer me!”

Kang Jin-Ho deeply bowed his head. “I'm sorry.”

“Seriously now! How could you pretend you didn't hear us when we told you to stop the car through the loud speaker? Didn't you hear our car's sirens?”

“No, officer. I didn't hear them,” Kang Jin-Ho sheepishly replied.

“What the hell? Young man, were you deliberately looking to cause trouble? You were driving that fast, yet you were also playing music so loud that you couldn't hear anything happening outside your car? Listen, young man! If you're not worried about points in your license, then at least be worried about losing your life in a crash! That's the important thing! Do you understand me, young man!”

“...Yes, officer.”

“I'm assuming you're rich, judging from your car. Tell me, wouldn't you be rolling in your grave kicking yourself after you didn't even get the chance to spend all your wealth?”

“...I'm sorry, officer.”

Kang Jin-Ho had never apologized so much before in his life since his birth as today.

Heavenly Crimson Demon Emperor, who had never bowed to anyone even when someone thrust a blade to his throat or knelt in defeat even as a spear stabbed into his gut... was shrinking pitifully in front of the power of a public official with zero martial arts cultivation.

“Young man, I was about to slap you with obstruction of justice as well but decided not to after how you noticed me and slammed on your brakes. That's the only reason why I'm letting...