Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 118: Give the Korean Peninsula a New Look (3.6K)

Song Dong Hyuk was stabbed with a steel pipe, the exact location of the incident was somewhat cruel and unbearable to watch, anyway, the steel pipe was inserted right into the gap on the ground, lifting Song Dong Hyuk's hunched body up high, like a bird facing the flag in the sky.

"cause of death?"

"The carotid artery was stabbed to death." The forensic doctor stood aside and reported in person, "The deceased was tortured before his death."

"So that's a vendetta?" The prosecutor's eyes flickered, and he frowned. "Are there any witnesses who saw the person who dumped the body?"

"Yes," the investigator pulled an old lady over from the side.

She smoothed her gray hair and put on her reading glasses.

"Old man," the prosecutor tried to suppress his emotions and become a little more friendly, "Do you remember who dumped the body here?"

"It was a man." The old lady pointed at the body, "but I wasn't wearing glasses at the time."

"What else did you see?"

"Gone."

"No more?" The prosecutor's eyes widened. He looked up at the investigator with murderous eyes, "Is this a witness?"

He shook with anger and waved his hand, "Send the old man back."

The old lady was escorted by the police out of the media circle and took a car back to the small grocery store she ran.

"Why does it smell like something burning?" The young policeman twitched his nose.

"I'm old," the old lady coughed twice, "and there's no heating here. Will I freeze to death if I don't burn something?"

The policeman looked ashamed and lowered his head, "I'm so sorry, grandma!"

There was a stove in the backyard of the grocery store, with a set of blood-stained clothes burning inside. A boy was standing in the yard with his upper body naked.

“Son,” she patted the boy, “my son was your age more than 20 years ago.”

Thinking of the past, the old lady's eyes became moist. She threw her reading glasses aside and said, "I'll go find you some clothes."

The boy silently took the clothes handed to him by the old lady. The style was very rustic and it was obvious that it was made decades ago.

"Let's go," the old lady patted him, "let's go back."

The boy rode away on the old-fashioned bicycle. She wiped her eyes and looked at the boy's back as he rode the bicycle.

At the scene in front of the City Hall, the investigator answered the call and stepped forward with a serious look, "Minister, I just checked and found that the old lady just now has reported the case to the police department and the prosecutor's office many times before."

The prosecutor was stunned for a moment, "What case?"

"She said her son died at the hands of Song Dong Hyuk, and that everything was suppressed by Deputy Director Liu."

"Shit," the prosecutor covered his head and was about to leave.

The investigator stopped him and said, "Minister, don't go looking for her."

"Why?" The prosecutor looked at him coldly.

"She couldn't be the murderer, but she couldn't be a witness either. At the time, Deputy Director Liu said she had mental problems and all her testimony was invalid."

You always have to pay for what you do.

At the border between Gimhae and Busan, Wang Wu looked at the black car in front of him and yawned, "Is the president still waiting for that kid?"

"We definitely have to wait," Skinny Monkey analyzed, "I feel like the president is quite optimistic about that guy."

Lao Mao nodded, "Jun Zaijun is a good candidate, that's normal."

"Isn't that it?" Lao Liu pointed at the bicycle coming on the road.

The car window rolled down, and Li You looked at Quan Jae-joon who was riding a bicycle and stopped in front of the car, feeling a little surprised.

Ever since he collected the entry for the ferocious tiger, he has become extremely sensitive to people's aura.

Jeon Jae-jun, who had become almost crazy because of the killing last night, still had the murderous aura, but the madness was almost gone.

"finished?"

Jeon Jae-jun nodded, "It's done."

"boarding?"

Quan Zaijun hesitated for a moment, then patted his bicycle and said, "Boss, I'll go sit in the van. I can also put my bicycle down."

Li You looked him up and down and nodded, "It's up to you."

Jeon Jae-jun held onto the car and scratched his head, "President, will we come to Busan again in the future?"

Li You raised his eyebrows, "It will come sooner or later."

"That's good," Quan Zaijun breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled awkwardly, "We have to return the car to the old man."

A few days later, the news spread throughout South Korea.

Seoul Daily: A large-scale murder case that challenges the government?

"Seoul JoongAng Ilbo: Busan Massive Murder Case!"

"Hyunsung Daily: Please learn about the shameful death of Song Do Hyuk in Busan! Please see the exclusive photos below for details! "

"Shilin Daily: Live coverage of the gunfight, nearly 70 people were killed or injured!"

It's not just the people in Seoul and Busan who are unhappy with each other, or it's not just the Seoul forces that think the Busan forces are country bumpkins, this idea has existed since they were still ordinary people.

As people living in the capital, Seoulites have always looked down on bumpkins from other places. Busan, as the second largest city, is naturally a thorn in the eyes of Seoulites.

Even if you are admitted to university, students studying in Seoul will look down on students studying in Busan.

People in Seoul, whether upper or lower class, all talk about what happened in Busan with great relish. The government is certainly embarrassed, but that doesn't mean they don't privately regard this incident as something funny.

The reports published by the Seoul Daily, which is controlled by the Seoul government, are relatively objective, but the other three are not.

Especially the Hyunsung Daily. They somehow got the photos of the scene and only photoshopped out Song Dong Hyuk's face and wound, leaving the rest of the photos naked.

Who in Seoul doesn’t know how old Song Dong Hyuk is now?
You say you don't know? Then you are out of date. Go read Xiancheng Daily, which is the most up-to-date newspaper.

The package is real.

Busan is boiling, Seoul is boiling, the second largest city and the largest city are boiling, and naturally the entire Korean Peninsula is boiling.

"You've become a famous person, how do you feel?"

In the softly lit bedroom, Mou Xianmin was like a lazy cat, gently clinging to Li You's body, her fingers lightly drawing circles on Li You's pectoral muscles.

"Nothing special. For this operation, I spent nearly 2 billion in pensions and bonuses alone."

Li You threw aside the "Xiancheng Daily" in his hand and hugged the cat that was climbing on him.

Mou Xianmin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Only when there is a big reward can there be a brave man."

"Of course, and I'm not a famous person," he observed her graceful figure, "If people knew about this, my provocation to the Busan government would be condemned by thousands of people."

"You also know that you are provoking me, right?" Mou Xianmin patted him with a smile, "How did you come up with that method? It's too humiliating." Li You raised his eyebrows, "Fortunately, I just showed everyone the original appearance of this old man."

"Doesn't he love face the most?" Li You laughed, "I will strip him of all his face."

Song Dong Hyuk has not been buried in Busan yet, but the security inside Busan is already in a state of panic.

There were many factions within Busan, and the support was slow to arrive, so it is not necessarily that there were people who were trying to trip up Song Dong Hyuk from behind.

As soon as this old man died, all those who wanted to fight for power and profit jumped out.

"You're not going to look for his son and daughter again?"

"Them?" Li You nodded. "I will go find them, but I definitely can't go recently."

Mou Xianmin breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I feel relieved. I was afraid that you would rush over again."

Li You stroked her soft hair, "I'm not that stupid."

Song Dong Hyuk just died. Even if we don't talk about strict protection, at least the procuratorate and the police will send people to look after these two people.

And those team leaders, who all want to take over Song Donghe's family business, are just embarrassed to act so quickly due to their reputation in the underworld.

But these people will still use the emperor to control the princes, and they will probably put a puppet on the stage.

"I feel a little bit sad that we can't take Busan this time," Li You smiled and shook his head, "but now that I think about it, it's not a bad thing. They are fighting among themselves."

"Maybe we should split it into several parts, so it will be easier to deal with them when the time comes."

Mou Xianmin bit her teeth lightly, "Do you want me to report to you on the progress of Jiangnan Industry?"

"No," Li You waved his hand, "I have to be busy dealing with the other one."

His eyes were grim. "Another old fool who doesn't know how to live or die."

Mou Xianmin gathered up the black hair that fell on Li You's chest and brushed it across his slender neck. "Will killing Zhang Shouji affect your goal?"

"I won't kill him for now," Li You sneered, "but I heard...his son has been very dissatisfied for a long time. This old man usually beats and scolds him, and often slaps him in public."

"I don't believe there is no conflict between this old guy and this little guy."

Mou Xianmin shook his head. "No matter how much they conflict, they won't kill each other, right? After all, they are father and son."

"What if Zhang Shouji becomes a person who can't do anything?"

Li You stood up, the blanket slipped off him, and he stretched his body, "Just watch, his son will turn into a wild horse and gallop with the Emperor's Heart."

"Until he fell to his death."

He put on his clothes and said, "I'm going to go to the North Gate to see Ding Qing's attitude."

"Will he be willing?" Mou Xianmin looked puzzled. "Although we are friends, it is not necessary for him to take the initiative to give up his position."

Li You was silent for two seconds, "This is about the future, we have to fight for it."

He once wanted to wait until Ding Qing and Li Zhongjiu finished fighting before competing with him fairly.

But after being assassinated, he couldn't wait any longer and had to wait faster.

He had already done this when he was drinking with Ding Qing last time. He wanted Ding Qing to give up his position so that their two families could hold Li Zhongjiu down.

Li You gave him time to think about it, and now...it was time to see Ding Qing's decision.

He also wanted to take action against Zhang Shouji before Kinmen was established.

The massage parlor on the corner is hidden under the mottled shadows of the trees, and the light bulb on the sign flickers.

A black sedan slowly drove up to the massage parlor, the door opened, and Li You, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked out.

When I pushed the door open, a strong smell of medicine hit me in the face.

The light in the store was dim, with a few fallen leaves scattered on the floor. Ding Qing was waiting on a small sofa inside, with a hint of fatigue in his eyes and his clothes full of wrinkles and stains.

The music coming from the store's CD player was already very fuzzy, and there seemed to be slight static sounds between the melodies.

"Brother," Ding Qing forced a smile, "You're here."

Li You looked at him, his eyes slightly fixed.

Ding Qing's left arm was tied with a thick bandage and hung in front of his chest, revealing a hint of barely perceptible pain.

"Don't look at it," Ding Qing waved his right hand, "They are just minor injuries, they will heal in a few days."

He unconsciously took out a cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, trying to light it with a lighter.

Li Zicheng walked out of the inner room and took away most of the cigarette. "The doctor asked you to quit smoking and drinking."

"Bullshit," Ding Qing cursed, "Will smoking affect recovery?"

He looked at Li You, "Li You, will you?"

Li You shook his head, "I don't know, but I think you should listen to the doctor."

"Ah~" Ding Qing leaned back and leaned on the sofa.

Li You sat on the sofa opposite him, watching Li Zicheng sit next to Ding Qing, without saying a word.

Li You and Ding Qing, today, are like two people going in different directions.

A man wearing a tailor-made black suit with well-cut lines and gold-rimmed glasses made him look much more gentle.

The other was dressed casually in jeans and a sweatshirt, with a bandage around his neck.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was no longer as relaxed as before. As time passed, they gradually relaxed their attitudes.

"What you did in Busan" Ding Qing paused, "was amazing."

"Zicheng originally advised me to give up competing with you for the position," Ding Qing grinned, "I agreed because I believed Zicheng would not harm me."

"But in the end, I still feel a little dissatisfied."

He shook his head, "But I accept what you did in Busan."

Li You looked at Li Zicheng, a little surprised. Was it because of the chess academy? He was not sure.

Ding Qing sighed, "How should I call you in Kinmen from now on?"

"You can't call me big brother."

Li You smiled and said, "Call me whatever I want to call you."

"How about I still call you Old Ding?"

"Huh." Ding Qing breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I feel relieved."

He looked at Li Zicheng with a smile, "How is it?"

Li Zicheng watched this scene with a blank expression, "."

(End of this chapter)