Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 117 Provoking Busan! (3.6K)

"He's still alive," Xu Zhonglie nodded, "He's just a little bruised."

Li You closed his eyes and sipped his cigarette, "There are eleven left."

"good."

Vehicles shuttled through the night, and the occasional flowing neon lights on the streets were like ribbons welcoming the winners.

The dim light cast mottled shadows in the warehouse. The iron door creaked half open and the cold wind blew in with a damp and musty smell.

Li You sat on the chair, his eyes as sharp as a hawk, staring directly at the old man tied to the chair.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of gasoline, accompanied by the faint sound of dripping water, which echoed in the empty warehouse, forming a depressing rhythm.

The once majestic Song Dong Hyuk was now hunched over, the deep wrinkles on his face were twitching, his knees were shaking uncontrollably, and his former majesty had gone with the wind and dust.

"Who are you?"

When Song Dong Hyuk woke up, there was a black cloth wrapped around his eyes, and the darkness made him even more frightened.

"What do you want?"

"Woman?" he said hoarsely. "See that woman in my room? She's a famous star."

"Or money? Status? Power?"

The lack of response made Song Dong Hyuk even more desperate. "What on earth do you want to do?"

Li You suddenly pulled off the cloth on his eyes. The light in the warehouse was not bright, but it still made his eyes burst into tears.

Tears slid down the corners of his wrinkled eyes and dripped onto the cold, hard concrete floor.

He squeezed his eyes hard, and after seeing the young face in front of him clearly, his face turned pale.

He had seen the photo and knew that this was the young man he had let go.

"Please, please forgive me." The hoarse and pleading voice echoed in the dim room. Song Donghe's eyes revealed fear and despair.

Song Dong Hyuk, who was once a powerful figure and whose words were law, can now only pray for a glimmer of hope in a humble manner, his old body trembling.

"Look. You know who I am, but you still want to live." Li You looked at him with satisfaction.

"This is your fault."

Li You had a cold smile on his face. He slowly walked in front of Song Donghe, took out a dagger from his pocket slowly, and gently slashed it across the old face.

"I like your desperate look, old dog."

Li You waved his hand, and Xu Zhonglie pulled over a table, untied Song Donghe, and pressed him firmly on the chair.

Li You reached out and grabbed Song Donghe's right hand, pressing it hard on the table.

“No...don’t..." Song Donghe struggled in horror, but how could he break free from Li You’s strength?
Li You laughed out loud, "Look at you, why didn't you think of this when you sent someone to assassinate me?"

Song Dong Hyuk opened his mouth and wanted to explain.

Li You turned the dagger in his hand into a beautiful shape, and stabbed it down with a "shua" sound.

With a scream, the dagger pierced through the palm that was like a dead branch, and blood spurted out.

Li You looked at Song Donghe who wanted to scream but was blocked by Xu Zhonglie. The old man's only way to vent his pain was also blocked.

"Old dog, you guys are so weak in Busan now, and you still dare to reach out to me?"

A strong smell of urine wafted out, and even Xu Zhonglie took a few steps back in disgust.

Li You grinned, looking particularly ferocious in Song Donghe's eyes, "When you sent people here but didn't kill me, you should have kept an eye on your lair. How could you have so few people?"

"Do you think your house is impregnable, old bastard?"

He pointed outside the warehouse and said, "I have eleven people left. What should I do?"

Song Dong Hyuk wanted to explain but could only whimper.

Li You glanced at the warehouse, stood up and walked to a corner where some scattered tools were piled on the shelves.

He grabbed a rusty hammer, deliberately slowed down his pace, and approached Song Donghe step by step.

"Look, you are so afraid of pain now."

Li You stood in front of him, shaking the hammer in his hand, "I'll give you a chance. Tell me who tipped you off in Seoul?"

"I don't believe that a Busan veteran like you can figure out my schedule in Seoul."

Song Dong Hyuk's right hand was still stuck on the table with the dagger. He grabbed Song Dong Hyuk's left hand and put it on the table, raised the hammer and said, "I will count to three, two, one, and I will give you one second to answer. If you don't answer correctly,

He shook the hammer.

"three."

"one."

Xu Zhonglie suddenly pulled out the cloth that was stuffed in Song Donghe's mouth. Song Donghe, who was counting in his mind, was stunned for only a second, and the cloth was stuffed back.

"It seems that you are not cooperating," Li You sighed.

The hammer in his hand fell and hit the man's palm hard.

The sound of the hammer hitting the palm echoed in this enclosed space, sounding particularly dull.

Song Dong Hyuk's eyes were wide open, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like a dried fine net.

Li You raised the hammer again, "I'll give you one more chance."

"one."

As soon as Xu Zhonglie tore the saliva-stained cloth from Song Donghe's mouth, Song Donghe spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Zhang Shouji."

"Zhang Shouji?" Li You was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and laughed, "I don't believe it."

Xu Zhonglie cooperated and stuffed the cloth strip into his clothes.

"Well!!!"

Li You looked at his bloody palm and smacked his lips. "Last chance."

"Three, two, one!"

"It's really Zhang Shouji!" Song Donghe trembled, his forehead covered with cold sweat from the pain, "It's really him, I'll contact him and ask him to pass on the information to me!"

"Yes," Li You nodded without hesitation, "I believe it."

Song Donghe raised his head and saw Li You's teasing eyes. He knew that this young man had never shown any kindness to him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth again.

"Old dog," Li You patted his face, "You have offended me, so I have no choice but to remember this grudge and make sure you have no descendants."

He straightened up, and the cold wind blowing in through the door made his windbreaker whistle.

"When you die, you will definitely have a grand funeral. After all, you have been the president of Busan for more than 20 years."

Li You turned around and stopped looking at the old man. "When your son and daughter come back for the funeral, I will treat them well."

Song Dong Hyuk struggled desperately, but Xu Zhonglie's hands were like iron clamps, firmly pinning him to the chair.

Killing someone and destroying his heart, Li You's anger subsided a little. He wanted to ask this old dog why he wanted to kill him, but it was boring now.

Zhang Shouji. Wait for me.

"He's useless," Li You waved his hand.

Xu Zhonglie nodded, holding down the struggling old man with one hand, while the dagger in the other hand flashed coldly.

The dagger was like a kite with a broken string, slashing across Song Donghe's throat quickly and accurately.

The blood was like a blooming red flower, instantly splashing onto Xu Zhonglie's jacket and staining the concrete floor of the warehouse red.

Song Dong Hyuk fell down weakly, holding the artery in his neck, and blood continued to gush out.

Xu Zhonglie gently wiped the blood off the dagger and put it back into the sheath at his waist.

After just a short while, Song Dong Hyuk lost all life.

"Brother Xu, let them in."

The remaining eleven people, plus Cui Dou Ri who had his arm simply bandaged, and four Yanbian people entered the warehouse.

"You performed well tonight," Li You's gaze stayed on Quan Zaijun's face for a second.

"There's only one mission left," he smiled, "and it might be a mission to get yourself killed."

Li You glanced at them and asked, "Who will throw the body of this old dog in front of the gate of the city hall?"

Everyone present was stunned. Choi Doo-il wanted to scratch his head. He thought that Lee You had killed Song Dong-hyuk and that was it, but he didn't expect that he would throw the body into the city hall. This was a direct provocation to the Busan City Government.

"As you know, Busan's local industries..."

Li You smiled, "After all, I am quite familiar with some people in the city hall. Who wants to help me persuade them not to make friends with this kind of guy, especially this old and smelly old dog."

Cui Douri hesitated for a moment, and thinking about the disadvantages of his work tonight, he took a step forward.
"I'll go," Quan Jae-jun was the first to step out.

"Have you thought about it?"

"I've thought about it." Jeon Jae-jun grinned crazily, "I like this job."

Li You patted his shoulder and said, "Come back, the killing team will be under your charge."

Cui Douri's eyes were complicated. He retracted his foot. Li You glanced at him and said, "Don't get involved with the wounded."

He was stunned and lowered his head.

Li You called Quan Zaijun aside and said, "Just leave his body like this."

"We'll wait for you at the edge of Jinhai City," Li You kicked the body on the ground, "Go ahead."

Gimhae City is right next to Busan City.

The fire caused a lot of evidence in Song Dong-hyuk's manor to disappear, and the police and prosecutors on the scene were unable to seal off Busan in time.

The fire at the scene was put out in the early morning, and the prosecutor in a suit squatted on the ground and picked up a bullet.

The assistant investigator next to him frowned and asked, "Did you use a gun?"

"Normal," the prosecutor nodded, "Don't forget whose place this is. These people already have guns. How could they not be prepared when they came to attack Song Dong Hyuk's lair?"

"How many people died?"

"Sixty-eight people and two dogs." The investigator took a deep breath, "Sixty-seven male corpses and one female corpse."

"Cause of death? It's the dog's, needless to say." The prosecutor rubbed his brow.

Even a vendetta could not be covered up. The huge fire last night had attracted all the media from Busan to come.

"Thirty-nine people died from knife wounds," the investigator sighed, "and twenty-nine died from gunshot wounds, including that woman."

"Have you found out the identity?"

"There are more than 30 people whose identities cannot be verified. Many of them were burnt, but we can confirm that Song Dong Hyuk is not among them."

The prosecutor had a headache. If he had known that they were going to have a bank party last night, he would have gone there too. Now he was the only prosecutor with free time last night, and he got into this trouble.

"It's normal for that bastard to be unable to find out the identity. Hurry up and find Song Donghe," he said irritably, "Where's the female corpse? Is she also from their company?"

The investigator looked embarrassed and said, "That's not the case..."

He leaned close to the prosecutor's ear and whispered, "."

"What?" The prosecutor's eyes widened. "Song Dong Hyuk, this old man is so lucky?"

"Minister, Minister!"

The prosecutor realized that he had lost control of himself after the search officer pulled him back and forth. “What a pity!”

He had just recovered from his depressed mood and was ready to make a big move to catch the murderer when the commotion outside the door reached inside.

The prosecutor, who was at the ministerial level, glanced outside the door and found that all the media had left.

A breathless young policeman rushed in from outside the door, "Prosecutor! Prosecutor!"

"What happened?" He frowned and looked at the policeman.

“Well.” The policeman held his knees, “Song Dong Hyuk’s body was hung in front of the city hall!”

"What?" The investigator dropped the notebook in his hand to the ground and turned stiffly to look at the prosecutor.

The prosecutor's face turned pale. He threw the things in his hand and said, "Take me there!"

Busan was boiling.

Song Dong Hyuk, the top boss who dominated Busan and even South Korea, was killed.

This is not serious. If the death is quiet, only some important people may sigh a few times.

What was serious was that he was hung in front of the city hall door.

Even more seriously, Song Dong Hyuk was stripped naked, without any trace of dignity left on him, and was hung naked in front of the door of the city hall.

The worst thing was that he was hung under the Korean Tai Chi flag in front of the city hall gate.

In order to maintain the integrity of the dumping site, they could not move the body, especially in front of so many media outlets.

Unless they want to be accused by the media of not conducting a rigorous investigation of the crime scene, which would be a dereliction of duty and very serious internally.

They can't lower the flag yet because Song Dong Hyuk's identity is too special. He is a well-known bad guy in Busan.

If you take down the flag, even if it is a daily routine, people will feel that you are lowering the flag for a bad species.

They would also leave this ugly corpse under the flag for an hour or two until the inspection was completed.

"Prosecutor, what do you think of this murder case?"

"Prosecutor, is this a provocation by the murderer against the Republic of Korea?"

"I heard that nearly seventy people died in Song Donghe's manor. Is that true?"

There were also countless snapping sounds of cameras.

"Get out of the way!" The prosecutor looked pale and squeezed out of the crowd, ignoring the media whose microphones were about to stick into his buttocks.

(End of this chapter)