Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 127 Zhang Qian's Powerlessness

The night was as dark as ink. There was no main light in the bedroom, only a small wall lamp emitting soft light. The golden halo cast two faint shadows on the exquisite wallpaper.

The girl's ink-black long hair was gently draped over one shoulder, and the slightly curly ends of her hair brushed Li You's face.

A big blush appeared on Li Youmo's face, and she was surrounded by Li You's strong arms.

She gently rested her forehead on Li You's shoulder, and their breaths intertwined in this small space.

The small lamp emitted a faint light, illuminating the girl's face. The girl's fingertips gently touched Li You, and her heartbeat quickened.

Li Youmo's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were lively, like flowing autumn waves.

The clear lip line and lip color as soft as cherry blossoms add a touch of casual temptation when gently pursed.

A beam of moonlight shines through the gap in the curtains and shines on her creamy skin, making her look exceptionally bright.

There was no wind in the room, but the curtains were swaying gently along with the shadows on the wall.

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Late at night, the moonlight was like water, Li You woke up from a deep sleep and answered the phone.

It was not Yoon Hyun-woo who was on the other end of the line, but a cold and provocative voice that came into his ears through the microphone.

"President Li, who has been making a lot of noise in Seoul recently," the man on the other end sneered, "your capable subordinate is in my hands now. Do you still want him to live?"

Li Youmo, who was standing next to him, was awakened. She rubbed her hazy eyes and looked at Li You's tense profile.

"What do you want?" He pointed out the other person's identity, "Zhang Qian."

Standard Chinese pronunciation.

"I didn't expect you to speak Chinese," Zhang Qian squatted in front of Yin Xuanyou, "but your secretary is really stubborn."

"I threatened to chop off his head, but he didn't say anything."

Zhang Qian had just arrived in Seoul a few days ago. He had an unshaven beard and the handsomeness of a decadent man, but his eyes were too fierce.

"How about this," he waved his yellow coat, "You pay, and I'm not some desperate guy to leave Korea."

Zhang Qian chuckled, "Someone asked me to kill you, but those people in your family are not good people, so I don't want to go."

"How about this? You give me the reward for killing you, and I'll leave Korea." Zhang Qian stepped on Yin Xuanyou's leg, "And I'll return this secretary to you at the same time, how about that?"

Li You smiled softly, "How much do you want?"

"Anyway, the person who killed you promised to give me 1 billion," Zhang Qian yawned, "It's so late, we don't want to bother you any more."

"Time and location."

"Before 12 noon tomorrow, go to the locker on the first floor of Shunyang Department Store and put the key to the locker on the top."

After Zhang Qian hung up the phone, he squinted his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke.

He originally wanted to come to Seoul to grab some territory and slowly revive the Black Dragon Society that was disbanded next door.

I didn't expect that young fool would be willing to spend 1 billion to let him kill someone.

Zhang Qian began to calculate in his mind how much money one billion Korean won is.

After a while, he looked at Yin Xuanyou, "Will your boss exchange 1 billion for you?"

"Is there really someone who would spend 1 billion to exchange for a secretary?" Next to him was Yang Tai, Zhang Qianrun's younger brother who had followed him to Korea. He was skeptical.

"What do you know?" Zhang Qian patted Yin Xuanyou's face. "This guy is a secretary of Li You. This person is considered a confidant of a big shot. He must know a lot of dirty tricks."

"Even if he doesn't pay, I can still make some money by selling it to other people."

The short younger brother Wei Chengluo had a fierce look on his face. He was the smallest among the three of them, but also the craziest when risking his life.

“Brother Qian,” he stared at Yin Xuanyou, “I’ll watch him when the time comes, and you two go get the money.”

"I'm smaller, so it will be easier for me to run when the time comes."

Zhang Qian grinned, "Whatever you want, just don't die."

The next morning, the sunlight shone through the huge glass curtain wall, refracting colorful light and falling on the marble floor on the first floor of Shunyang Department Store.

Walking in here, the lighting on the first floor is soft and luxurious, reflecting the luster of every product.

Two rows of shiny lockers were neatly arranged on one side of the hall. Quan Zaijun walked hurriedly, carrying a black suitcase in his hand.

His eyes quickly scanned the locker area and finally selected a large storage box at the bottom.

Jeon Jae-joon pulled out the key from the empty cabinet door, pushed the suitcase into the storage box, locked it, and then raised his foot to place the key on top of the cabinet.

At twelve o'clock, Zhang Qian called Li You on time, "Boss Li is really generous. We have received the money."

"Can you evacuate your people?"

"Of course not. Your little brother still holds my secretary in his hand."

"Then don't blame me for coming in to chat with Boss Li," Zhang Qian and Yang Tai walked into the living room with a grin.

A beige fabric sofa sits in the center, with a few pillows scattered randomly on it, exuding a lazy comfort.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there is an open book and a transparent vase with a few white flowers in it, which complements the atmosphere of the living room.

A soft gray carpet is laid on the fine marble floor.

Li You sat on the sofa and watched them quietly.

Yang Tai looked around the living room, "Tsk tsk, this is what rich people in Korea look like, really exaggerated."

Zhang Qian looked at the quiet Li You and said, "Boss Li is really loyal. He sent all his guards to save a secretary."

Zhang Qian’s plan was simple, to expose Wei Chengluo’s whereabouts and see if he could get Li You to reduce his guards.

In addition to earning Li You's 10 billion, he also wants to kill Li You's 10 billion.

I didn't expect that Li You would really withdraw his people. Although Zhang Qian felt that something was fishy,
He and Wei Chengluo had been waiting outside for several hours. Ten minutes ago, Yang Tai sneaked in and found that there was no one here except Li You in the living room, so they came in.

There can't be a trap, right?

It's impossible that Li You deliberately left himself alone, and then he himself is a cartoon character, and beat the two of us at will? Zhang Qian remembered the foreign cartoons he read when he was a child, with a confident expression, so he looked at Li You carefully.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit and a straight tie, with the bearing of a business elite, but his eyes were as cold as ice. He had a good appearance and a good figure, but he didn't look like the type who would kill.

He trusted his own judgment more.

"I heard that Boss Li is very tough," he said, sitting comfortably on the sofa, grinning, "I didn't expect he has a good physique too. Should we surrender or put up a fight?"

"Do you know what the saddest thing about people is?" Li You held his chin and shook his head gently, "It's the lack of self-awareness."

Zhang Qian has been very patient as he waited so long before coming in.

Because Li You really didn't set any traps, he just wanted to rely on his personal strength.

"It seems that Boss Li wants to give it a try," Zhang Qian shrugged, "Yang Tai, go and give Boss Li a try."

The next second, Zhang Qian stared at the scene in front of him in amazement.

Yang Tai walked towards Li You who was sitting on the sofa on the other side. Li You, who was wearing a neat suit, stretched out his hand and pinched his throat accurately and forcefully.

With a muffled sound, Li You's fingers were like iron clamps, and fear appeared on Yang Tai's face. He tried to call for help, but his voice was ruthlessly strangled in his throat.

Yang Tai fell down limply, and Zhang Qian became serious.

Zhang Qian saw that Li You's eyes did not fluctuate at all, as if what he had just crushed to death was just an insignificant insect.

"Shit," he jumped up and took out the dagger behind him, "Didn't that guy say you are a guy who is proficient in conspiracy and intrigue?"

"It seems your employer gave you the wrong information."

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, just enough to shine into the living room. Li You opened his arms.

The sleeves of his suit were straight, and the golden cufflinks sparkled in the sun, complementing the famous watch on his wrist.

Li You looked at Zhang Qian sarcastically, "Play with you?"

This angered Zhang Qian, and he rushed over with a dagger in hand.

Zhang Qian's eyes were grim, the dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, and he rushed forward, stabbing straight into Li You's chest.

Li You didn't even bother to use bullet time, just when the sharp dagger was about to come.
His body seemed to be a carefully tuned machine, reacting instantly, shaking strangely and easily avoiding the knife that was heading for his vitals.

After a few slashes, beads of sweat began to appear on Zhang Qian's forehead. His movements were originally swift and precise, but now they seemed like weak arcs drawn in the air.

He couldn't understand why the dagger passed by the corner of Li You's clothes again and again but could never touch him.

Li You had no expression on his face and just looked at him indifferently.

Zhang Qian felt like a clown performing, while the man opposite him seemed to be playing a cat-and-mouse game.
Every dodge was filled with a hint of teasing.

"Are you a poet?"

Zhang Qian panted, with a look of disbelief on his face. He thought his hands were stained with the blood of at least dozens of people. He had seen people who could fight, but this one made him so powerless.
Not really.

"I am Zhang Qian from Harbin!"

The sunlight reflected a faint halo in the room. Zhang Qian, unwilling to believe in evil, stabbed again with the knife. Li You stood in the middle of the room with a blank expression.

Just before the sharp blade was about to touch his collar, Li You turned sideways at a speed that Zhang Qian could not believe, and grasped Zhang Qian's wrist with his right hand as accurately as an iron clamp.

With a dull sound, Zhang Qian could feel his wrist broken and the dagger in his hand was taken away.

Li You pushed Zhang Qian so hard that he took several steps back. His chest hurt from the slight push.

With a throw, the blade drew an elegant arc in the air and finally stuck into the wall, firmly.

Li You seemed calm and composed, and his movements to grab the knife were smooth and fluid, without any delay.

"Game over."

Zhang Qian turned around and tried to flee, stepping hastily out the door, his heart pounding wildly, and every beat was accompanied by fear.

But he didn't see that Li You behind him took two steps at a time and grabbed Zhang Qian's neck in just a few breaths.

"Don't leave in a hurry."

There was a cruel look in Zhang Qian's eyes. He ignored the fact that his neck was grabbed and turned around to punch Li You in the face.

Always gotta throw a punch.

Li You slightly turned his body, like flowing water avoiding falling rocks, and the swinging fist just passed by his ear.

Then he twisted his hand back and broke Zhang Qian's remaining wrist bone.

Next, Zhang Qian felt a heavy punch hitting his abdomen, making him almost vomit.

Li You grabbed his throat. Feeling suffocated, Zhang Qian tried to struggle, but was unable to shake the iron arms.

His vision began to blur, and the sunny scene gradually dissipated before his eyes, replaced by a dark abyss.

Jeon Jae-joon and the murder squad who rushed back stood silently in the yard. Li You glanced at Yoon Hyun-woo who was brought back.

Although Yoon Hyunwoo was covered in wounds, he still insisted on coming back to see Lee Woo, "President."

"As long as he's alive, that's fine." Li You looked at him and smiled. "Someone take him to the hospital."

He smiled and said, "I'll go to my wife to collect the compensation later."

"Yes, President."

Watching Yoon Hyun-woo leave in the car, Li You glanced at Zhang Qian on the ground. He was still alive.

"Take him to the gym," Li You waved his hand, "Give him an injection of anesthesia, I'll come back later."

"Yes, President."

Jeon Jae-joon lowered his head almost fanatically, and after Li You disappeared from his sight, he stepped forward personally.

Zhang Qian's long hair was pulled open from the bun, and Quan Zaijun grabbed his long hair and dragged him towards the van at the door step by step.

(End of this chapter)