Chapter 1000

Uesugi Muneyuki took out a document, on which the emblem of the Thai military was clearly printed.

The whole hall echoed with a chorus of "oh oh oh oh oh oh".

Thailand?!

Uesugi Muneyuki is actually Thai? Oh no, he actually can cooperate with the Thai military?

"Listen, Mr. Park Yoo-chun, and your defense team, I personally have no intention of getting involved in your affairs with Ms. Hwang Ha-na." Uesugi Muneyuki sneered, saying: "Although according to the report sent by the Thai military, you really like to call her 'mom' at that time",

"Ms. Hwang Ha-na once said when she was being interrogated in Thailand that you brought her this 'mom' to meet your parents—"

"Listen, I also have no intention of dwelling on the fact that you spent 3 billion won on Ms. Hwang Ha-na, of which 1.5 billion was bride price, and you also need to prepare 5 billion won for her to act as a surrogate— in short, you just need to know that I have grasped these facts."

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Afterwards, someone really couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Mom?

Park Yoo-chun; is this Char possessing him?

And Park Yoo-chun himself had a dark face, but he could not deny it.

It's over!

Although these contents do not fully involve the court (third-party evidence), they do involve his entertainer image!

This will be a devastating blow to his fan base!

Indeed, when Uesugi Muneyuki spoke these contents, there was an uproar outside.

Many female fans were stunned, with one part unable to believe it, and another part showing looks of dislike.

Mom?

You brought your mom to meet your parents?

Park Yoo-chun, older brother, you——————————

"Presiding judge! We believe this matter is unrelated to the court!" Sure enough, Park Yoo-chun's lawyer immediately spoke up in objection!

"Objection overruled, this part objectively involves Mr. Park Yoo-chun's former fiancée Ms. Hwang Ha-na, and the part of the evidence presented by Mr. Uesugi Muneyuki can be considered indirect evidence." The presiding judge clenched his teeth, finally couldn't help but chuckle and turned his face, tapping the gavel: "Please————puff————anyway, please————state the key points! Uesugi————Muneyuki!"

"In short————without a doubt, the Thai military can also prove Ms. Hwang Ha-na's involvement in drugs, but what I want to say today is not this." Uesugi Muneyuki again took out a sealed transparent bag from the light-colored cowhide paper bag, inside which was a small amount of dark hair.

He held it up beside the microphone, so everyone in the courtroom could see the transparent gloss reflected on the bag under the light.: "Mr. Park Yoo-chun's hair test results are also positive."

The murmuring in the courtroom was completely sucked away at that moment.

Hair test, also showing positive?!

The whole process was quiet as a frozen pool of water.

Park Yoo-chun's facial expression changed at that moment, but enough for the reporters sitting in the front row to see: the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if someone had lightly poked him in an unguarded spot.

Detention center, when?!

He thought he only did a urine test, how come there's also a hair test?!

Oh no!

Uesugi Muneyuki placed the sealed bag on the desk, his voice still steady: "I know you went for hair dyeing and full-body hair removal right after leaving the detention center, but dyeing and full-body hair removal cannot change one fact: hair records the traces of ingested substances during its growth process in the follicle. Urine can only reflect the situation of the past few days, but hair can trace back months or even longer."

"During Park Yoo-chun's detention, his scalp follicles still retained sufficient hair root tissue for testing. We legally extracted the sample, and the test results clearly showed a positive. Consistent with the urine result. His body indeed contains metabolic residues of prohibited substances, and the time span far exceeds three days."

In the courtroom, Park Yoo-chun's team of lawyers began to urgently whisper to each other.

In the spectator seats, the expression of the South Korean embassy officials appeared with subtle changes.

Onoda Kanbocho's eyelids twitched slightly, then returned to calm.

Does this South Korean person still have something to say?

"Very well, please explain." The presiding judge nodded, the hair still showing positive, this is already close to ironclad evidence.

However, no one expected that Park Yoo-chun's team actually had something to say!

Park Yoo-chun's chief lawyer stood up.

He revealed a firm gaze, and when he spoke, his voice remained steady and powerful: "Your Honor, regarding the hair sample one by one, our side has new evidence to submit."

"In Tokyo, the South Asian barber who has been providing hairdressing and beauty services for Mr. Park Yoo-chun was arrested by the Japanese police yesterday!"

"This person himself is a long-term drug user, and during operation, it is highly likely that residual substances were mixed into tools, contact surfaces, or care products, leading to secondary contamination of Mr. Park Yoo-chun's hair sample. It cannot be ruled out that he was instructed to intentionally bring prohibited substances into the process to achieve the purpose of framing!"

"This person is currently detained, and his statement will be submitted to the court later. In view of this, our side requests a re-evaluation of the hair sample test results, as well as an independent investigation into whether the barber had subjective intent!"

Park Yoo-chun's side immediately submitted new evidence!

Everyone looked, and indeed!

Yesterday, a South Asian barber was arrested by the Japanese police on drug charges, unexpectedly it was Park Yoo-chun's personal barber!

The air in the courtroom was tightened again.

Someone in the press seats let out a suppressed, short sound of drawing in cold air.

The red indicator light on the camera remained quietly on, recording every subtle expression change in the courtroom.

This is also possible?!?

Uesugi Muneyuki leaned against the chair back, his gaze somewhat dazed.

This can also get him off the hook? And it's quite reasonable!

In the past, it was contaminated by the personal barber's mishandling, and now, Park Yoo-chun has just undergone full-body hair removal and deep dyeing, while Hwang Ha-na is again in Thailand.

It's really dead without evidence!

Which firm did Park Yoo-chun's lawyer team hire? So powerful?

"The evidence is valid." After reviewing it, the judge confirmed the matter was true: "Mr. Uesugi Muneyuki, is there anything else you wish to say? Or is there any new evidence?"

Uesugi Muneyuki leaned back in his chair and fell silent for two seconds.

Then he slowly rose to his feet, extended his right hand toward Park Yoo-chun, thumb raised in a clear thumbs-up, his tone carrying sincere admiration: "I am truly impressed. As expected of the Asian Heavenly King, your preparation is thorough. From the legal team to the evidence chain, every step was calculated. You even considered the barber angle—and it's genuine—I admit, I did not anticipate this."

The courtroom fell silent.

No one expected Uesugi to say that.

Even the judge blinked slightly.

Uesugi Muneyuki, admitting defeat?

After all, the burden of proof lies with the claimant—Uesugi Muneyuki cannot let Park Yoo-chun prove he did not use drugs; he must prove Park Yoo-chun did.

"Well, well, actually, I don't want to come to this point either." Uesugi Muneyuki sighed, then suddenly blurted out in Korean: "After all, this is wuli trust ni mother chicken chicken~"

He took from the brown paper bag before him a smaller, more refined sealed bag than before.

The contents inside looked unremarkable, then he pulled from the same brown paper bag a neatly folded document bearing a red seal and English header and footer, unfolded it, and laid it flat on the desk.

The document's corners bore several clear English words and a pentagon-shaped emblem.

"Park Yoo-chun dyed his hair and underwent full-body depilation, which indeed rendered all his hair samples untraceable." Uesugi Muneyuki continued, not denying the defense basis from Park Yoo-chun's side: "But regular drug users know this, right?"

"???" A murmur of confusion spread around.

What does it mean?

Are we waiting for someone to respond?

Seeing no reply, Uesugi Muneyuki sighed disappointedly: "There is something that neither dyeing nor depilation can remove—and that is the fingernail!"

"Human fingernail growth cycles are far slower than hair growth, and their keratin structure resists external contamination far more strongly than hair surfaces. A person's ingestion record from months or even years ago becomes firmly locked in the nail's keratin layer, impervious to hair dye penetration, razor scraping, or surface cleaning."

"During Park Yoo-chun's detention, our side lawfully collected his fingernail samples, taking the distal tip of each finger and conducting standardized sampling and preservation."

He picked up the small sealed bag and held it toward the ceiling light. Everyone in the courtroom could see the transparent sheets glint faintly at the edges under the light.

"This fingernail sample was not handed over to any domestic Japanese testing institution." Uesugi Muneyuki placed the bag back on the desk, then picked up the document with English header and red seal: "Because domestic Japanese testing institutions can be challenged on procedure, sample chain, or lab qualifications. So I coordinated via the office of U. S. Forces Japan Commander General Roy Uuran, liaising with U. S. Forces Korea Command, to entrust three independent testing agencies at the Korea-U. S. Joint Testing Center for cross-verification. These three are: the Biological Analysis Laboratory affiliated with the Korea Institute of Science and Technology, the U. S. Pacific Medical Research Center's Korea detachment, and the Asia-Pacific division of the International Notarization Testing Group. Their testing processes ran independently, with no communication, yet the final results were entirely consistent and positive. And it was a specific type."

He turned the document to the last page and read the conclusion word for word: "The prohibited substance detected in the fingernail sample is not the marijuana, cocaine, MDMA, or any ordinary drug that might enter the body via secondary contact or cross-contamination as used by Sawajiri Erika."

"The test results show that Park Yoo-chun used a substance scientifically known as methamphetamine—commonly called ice. The concentration curve indicates ingestion approximately three months ago, with evidence of repeated use, not explainable by a single exposure."

Having said this, Uesugi Muneyuki looked at Park Yoo-chun with a half-smile: "So, Park Yoo-chun, did you or didn't you use it? Do you really not know? Must it come to this? This isn't something a three-year sentence with three-year probation can fix! I gave you a chance!"

Park Yoo-chun's face and forehead beaded with fine sweat, his nostrils twitching slightly.

Checkmate! No solution! One hit!

Holy shit!

The entire courtroom froze in shock.

Holy shit, ice!

Pure ice!

High-purity ice!

The courtroom's silence lasted about three seconds, then erupted like a balloon popped by a needle!

Someone in the press section sucked in a cold breath, someone in the spectator seats whispered a gasp, and Fuji TV's cameraman behind the lens widened his eyes like copper bells.

Prosecutor-General Nishikawa and Watanabe Eiji whispered to each other, Onoda Kanbocho stood up directly, while the two from the Supreme Prosecutors Office of South Korea turned ashen-faced, wanting to speak but forced to shut up immediately.

Damn Park Yoo-chun! Turns out you were Japanese all along!

Meanwhile, outside the courthouse main doors, the gathered crowd still had no idea what had happened inside, but people in the courtroom began pulling out phones to send short messages.

Park Yoo-chun drug use confirmed! Holy shit, ice!

One hit! Uesugi won! Uesugi has heaven confirmed!

The greatest disgrace in South Korean history!

The crowd surged, waves of people like the sea.

Uesugi Muneyuki ignored them, turning to the other side and saying: "please~comeonnow

At the same moment, the courtroom side door was pushed open, and two U. S. Forces Japan military police in deep green uniforms entered—these two American service members, one black, one white, tall and sturdy, with steady strides and ramrod-straight postures like two oak trees nailed to the ground.

One held a numbered document, approached the witness stand, and said in English with a slight Southern accent: "I am the U. S. Forces Japan forensic liaison officer, assigned by General Roy Uuran, hereby appearing in court to provide independent certification of the testing procedure. The chain of custody for the fingernail sample submitted by Japan among the three institutions is complete, and I personally supervised the re-testing of the second sample at the Korea-U. S. Joint Testing Center. The result fully matches the written report just read by Mr. Uesugi."

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The scene was equipped with interpreters, who translated this into Japanese and Korean.

The other soldier said: "I am the U. S. Forces Korea 2nd Infantry Division Indian" military police, I personally supervised the re-testing of the second sample at the Korea-U. S. Joint Testing Center. The result fully matches the written report just read by Mr. Uesugi."

Park Yoo-chun understood English; seeing the two American soldiers enter, his composure shattered completely, turning into a dazed state as if shoved from a great height, losing all footing during the fall.

Now, I'm doomed!

After hearing the translated testimony, his lead lawyer slightly opened and closed his mouth, then merely placed his documents back on the desk, turned to look at Park Yoo-chun, and whispered something only the two of them could hear.

Park Yoo-chun slumped into his chair, eyes closed.

The judge struck the gavel again: "In light of the newly submitted testing evidence, whose procedural compliance has been confirmed on-site by the U. S. Forces Japan forensic liaison officer, the court declares a recess. This court will proceed with further proceedings based on all available evidence."

The judge rose and left.

The courtroom's silence after the gavel fall lasted about two seconds, then was instantly drowned by a wave of sound.

Journalists sprang up from their seats as if triggered by a switch—some lunged for phones, some rushed toward Park Yoo-chun, some headed for the exit to brief the waiting crowd outside.

Uesugi Muneyuki rose, returning the sealed bag and document to the brown paper bag, his expression unchanged from when he arrived.

He did not look back at Park Yoo-chun, nor at the swarm of journalists approaching; he simply tucked the paper bag under his arm and walked toward the side door.

Outside the side door, Asō Kōta was already waiting in the hallway. Seeing Uesugi Muneyuki emerge, his eyes held a near-fanatical, utterly subdued reverence: "Mr. Uesugi————when did you arrange for the fingernail submission and contact with the U. S. military side?"

"I thought of it from the start." Uesugi Muneyuki retorted: "Now these guys, sly as they are—Koreans, huh—won't cry until they see the coffin!"

"As for the fingernail matter, he couldn't have prevented it from the beginning. Dyeing removes hair, depilation removes body hair, but fingernails don't change composition due to dye, nor do they lose three months' worth of deposits just from scraping off surface keratin."

"He thought cleaning himself up would turn back time, but he can't do that."

Uesugi Muneyuki laughed: "Ultimately speaking, did he himself inhale or not? Doesn't he himself have a clue in his heart?"

Outside the courthouse, the news had already been transmitted via mobile phone signal.

Among the fans holding up support signs and Park Yoo-chun's avatar in the square, the first to receive the news were those hardcore fans staring at their phones refreshing real-time Twitter.

One of them lowered his head to glance at the screen, his face turning pale at a visible speed, his fingers began to tremble, and his phone instantly fell to the ground.

His companion beside him leaned over to look, and then the second person's expression changed.

Then the third, then the fourth.

The reactions among the fangirls fell like dominoes one after another—some crouched on the ground covering their faces, some violently threw their support signs to the ground, the plastic board cracking into two halves.

Someone shouted, "Fake! It must be fake!"

"Brother wouldn't call his girlfriend's mom—absolutely fake!"

"Impossible, brother wouldn't use drugs! I don't believe it!"

"But———— the US military has already confirmed it!"

"That's also fake—Uesugi Muneyuki bribed the US military! He's just targeting brother!"

"Correct, Uesugi Muneyuki bribed the US Forces Japan, bribed the US Forces Korea! Bribed Tokyo University, Seoul University,

Tokyo District Public Prosecutors Office Special Investigation Unit, Korea Supreme Public Prosecutors Office! All just to frame brother!"

"Brother!!! Why? Why?!?!?!"

"Brother he, definitely has some hardship———— he————"

"It's all because of that bitch Huang Ha-na! The Drug Queen! It's all her framing and planting evidence on brother!"

"Go to Thailand, go now, kill her, kill her teeth!!! Lingchi! Death by a thousand cuts! Dog punishment ah ah ah ah ah "iii tu tu ke mao" but, killing her, what use would it be?"

All those fangirls holding up support signs outside the courthouse stood there, silent as dust scattered by the wind.

Finally, as more news came from inside the courthouse, waves of sobbing finally replaced the previous cries of disbelief0

"He's down!"

"Brother is down!!!"

"Our brother is down!!!"